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theatsthetic · 1 month
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The Birds of Ballygáire.
thank you so much for reading. i appreciate it.
Special thanks to @terastrialbean for script editing & @junkohanhero for their wonderful typewriter fonts.
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horygory · 1 month
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Haxan (1922)
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horror-aesthete · 5 months
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The Shape of Water, 2017, dir. Guillermo del Toro
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full-of-terrors · 9 months
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Just watched A Field in England and now I'm wondering-
What is this sub-genre- this horror but let's be literary and metaphorical about it, Magical Realism for menTM, exploration of masculinity, courage, fate, and tragedy, descent into madness, historical fever dreams? Because whatever it is, I dig it. And A Field in England would go on the list along with The Lighthouse, Ravenous, The Seventh Seal, Aguirre, Brotherhood of the Wolf and of course the OG- AMC's The Terror.
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himluv · 7 months
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So, uhhhh. I wrote a book. (Rough draft complete 9/25/23, 435pgs, 93k+ words)
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shannonpurdyjones · 2 days
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My short story, "The Honeysuckle Weave" has been published!
My horror/fantasy short story "The Honeysuckle Weave" has run in issue 20 of Grim and Gilded, an online magazine of fantasy, horror, and dark fiction.
Set in an isolated historic Appalachia, "The Honeysuckle Weave" is a story of what happens when a girl is pushed to her limit and has no choice but to save herself. Features a good bit of weaving history and lore (because that's where my mind is lately). I'm beyond excited to finally share this story with the world!
Follow the link below and scroll down to short stories to read!
Grim & Gilded issue 20, The Honeysuckle Weave by Shannon Purdy Jones
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salparadiselost · 15 days
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darklongbox · 2 months
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Historical Horror: The Best Books by Erik Larson
Erik Larson, a maestro of historical non-fiction, crafts narratives that transcend the boundaries between the past and the present, illuminating the dark corners of human history with a lantern held steady by meticulous research and spellbinding storytelling. Larson’s books are not merely retellings of historical events; they are time machines, transporting readers into the very heart of moments…
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dragonpreg · 4 months
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Well, this is my first mpreg original story here! (disregarding the comics) I wrote some stories many years ago on Wattpad and Socialspirit but I put myself on a gap. But now I'm back with my mpreg stories! This story will have only two chapters: the first letter and the second letter. You can read the first chapter here: www.deviantart.com/dragonpreg/…
And yes, the story is in portuguese. I don't have a exact prediction of when the english version will come because my english is really basic, so I probably would take a while to translate all the story. But until this version is not ready yet, you can translate the page to read. I now, isn't the same, but it's what I can offer for now :D
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eva-reviews · 6 months
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What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher -- A review
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Trigger Warnings: Death, murder, gore, mentions of war, mentions of suicide, anxiety, mentions of amputation, misogyny, misgendering, animal dissection, fire. 
My Rating 
9/10 I really liked this book; I have been trying to get back into horror books, and I have to say, this is a really good horror book. I loved how Kingfisher was able to make the grotesque gore sound so beautiful. However, there were a lot of sidenotes which did make things slightly confusing. It was all very interesting, but it did take away from the story every once in a while.
Overview
Alex Easton is a Lieutenant from Gallicia when they get a letter from their childhood friend, Madeline, that she is dying. When they get there they are greeted by hares that don't move correctly, a glowing pond, and a falling-apart manor. There are fungi everywhere, and a strange woman, Ms Potter, a very intelligent mycologist is enamoured by all of it. Madeline sleepwalks and talks in a strange voice and Roddrick is so anxious he jumps at the opening of a door, and the American doctor, Derrick, who is just as clueless as the rest of them. 
My Thoughts 
What Moves the Dead is based on The Fallen House of Usher by Edgar Allen Poe, for the most part, it is a reimagining of Poe’s story. Kingfisher expands on Madiline's illness and she really gives us a lot more detail into the story itself. I loved how this book has undertones of feminism, Ms. Potter talks about the mycology institute and how they won't let her in because of her sex, and how she is going to make such a big discovery that they won't be able to disregard her. Alex Easton agrees with her and supports her fight to be recognized. 
What I loved most about this book, was the use and understanding of pronouns and gender. Easton and the Ushers are all from Gallicia, where they do not use the traditional, he/him, she/her, and they/them pronouns. In Gallicia they use, ta, tha, tan, than for he, she, his, and hers. These are used for adults, and there are more that are used for children being va, van and for priests and nuns they use var. If you were to use va on an adult they would take great offence, and ta on a child and people would think you are a pedophile. There is also a set of pronouns for God and rocks. Lastly, there is a new set of pronouns for soldiers, which has no link to the gender binary, ka and kan, it is extremely rude to use ta on them and it might get you punched. This also means, that due to the new pronouns, gender is no longer applicable. Thus, when a woman became a soldier they could not turn her away, because the laws said that she was now ka, therefore, she was allowed in the military. This brought about “Sworn in Soldiers”, which is what Alex Easton is. Ka is not a woman nor a man, Ka is Ka or in English They. 
This book takes place in 1890, so this is much before the acceptance of queer people. For example, if we look into the UK around this time, in 1885 there was a law against queer people and thus against trans poeple. Also, in 1889, a woman named Mary Mudge died in a workhouse (basiclly a homeless shelter today, but they have to work and many people died. It was a horrible place to be) Mudge passed as a woman her whole life, until her bith sex was revealed during her  postmortem examination. Although trans people and the nonbinary have existed for the entirety of the existence of human kind, they were not widely accepted. It is so interesting to see Easton live as a nonbinary person in an alternet reality, and to see kan be accepted and to see how other interact with kan. 
The eding of the book was crazy. It all of a sudden changed, the pace completely changed and it really became a horror book. They do a dissection of a hare and… that was so creepy. I never expected it to change so drastically. I knew there was something inhuman about Madiline, but what it was so something so unlike what I could have thought it would be.  
Conclusion
This book was so good, I finished it in 3 hours and the entire time I was enraptured by the story. I was on the edge of my seat. Ms. Potter was such an amazing character, I loved every time she was present. The entirety of this book I felt as though I was there. Kingfisher is such a good writer, she really knows how to balance the creepy with the beautiful imagery of the mushrooms and the decaying bodies of the hares. If you are new to horror, this is such a good book to start with, and if you are an avid horror reader, this really has some of the most beautiful imagery. Even the cover is gorgeous. I definitely recommend this, although, not to the squeamish or faint of heart. 
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roysristi · 2 years
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Raven of Inner Palace- Jusetsu / Liu Shouxue
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ladyblacklavender · 1 year
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𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘯-𝘥𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘥,
𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴.
—𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨?
EXT. MEADOW - DAY, APRIL 6 1917
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horror-aesthete · 6 months
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Diabeł (The Devil), 1972, dir. Andrzeja Żuławskiego
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dyrewrites · 2 months
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The Portrait -- Snippet
Unlike Miriam, the portrait would not be confined. It graced the space above her desk in the many studies she retreated to each evening, every study. It did not care how often she tore it from the walls and stuffed it into closet after closet, and in the fruit cellar, and the garden shed—or even at the bottom of the pond.
The portrait returned.
Always it returned, unmarred by her efforts, and Miriam swore its expression changed when it did. It was slight, as all her aunt’s had been, but it smirked. It held the ghost of a grin that pulled at the edges of those cruel lips. 
Miriam gave up on hiding it and, after stopping attendant after attendant on their monthly visit, she had to give up finding answers as well. When they answered, if they answered at all, they repeated the same pacifying nonsense. She asked, she begged, she fell to her knees in desperation and wept.
Still they repeated, “It is only nerves, miss, have a lie down and I’ll send for more tea.” 
“Nerves?” she asked them, and when the ragged sobs that followed earned her nothing, she shouted, “I need no rest or tea, I need someone else to witness the damned thing moving!” Miriam did not shout. Not in all her years had she so much as raised her voice—above the reserved volume of the ‘lady’ she was raised to be—and the sound of that voice so loud, so angry, frightened her more than the portrait. “Pardon me, I-I-”
She lost her words to their somber expressions and unblinking eyes but, before she could recover them, the attendants bowed. They consoled her with firm but gentle hands, ushering her to a lavish settee and assured her again that it had been her nerves. Miriam believed them then, against all sense she believed them, and she tried to put it out of her mind.
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emmeliamathews · 6 days
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From my current WIP
“I saw…I saw…”  
I leaned forward. “What did you see?” I whispered, my hands all a-tremble.
Mercy squeezed her eyes shut. Her mouth contorted. Then it opened, and she spoke. “I saw…oh, Honor, words cannot describe…something large, something dark…eyes…limbs…bent at wrong shapes…I…it was everywhere…and it…it…What we have, it had naught. What it had, we have naught. And its voice…it spake not—not in the way you or I do—and yet I heard it, Honor. I heard it!” She shrieked. “OH IT WAS HORRID! IT HAUNTS ME, HONOR! IT TORMENTS MY MIND! I CANNOT!” Mercy shrieked again. Sobbing, she lunged forward and grabbed me by my shirt. “A TERRIBLE, ROILING MASS! EVERYTHING, LOOKING UPON ME, AS IF I WERE NAUGHT BUT AN ANT QUAKING IN THE SHADOW OF ITS BOOT! AND I FELT—”
She fell back against her pillow, releasing me. Her hand fluttered to rest upon her bosom.
“Do not go back, Honor. It will be waiting for you.”
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On April 22, 1966, Onibaba debuted in West Germany.
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Here's some new art inspired by the horror classic!
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