#Horror excerpt

[feral-ballad]

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus

[Text ID: “—Every time I want to write, I want to write love stories. But as soon as I pick up the pen I’m overcome by horror.”]

[joandelahaye]

Dive into Darkness: Thriller Sale, Black Dahlia Mystery, and More!

Hello, my Freaky Darlings! Greetings from a once again chilly arse-end of Africa — because apparently, Mother Nature decided we were getting too comfortable. She unleashed her inner polar bear, and now we’re stuck shivering like penguins in a desert. In the realm of news, it’s been the BRICS summit extravaganza non-stop. It’s as thrilling as watching paint dry. Oh, but guess what? The Chinese…

[odraziduse]

The Amazing Devil, The Horror and The Wild

[spider-artdump]

[clegfly]

Hi. Throws small self indulgent “mari actually IS something and after the true ending is able to get with hero via cleg logic I can’t be bothered to explain in a short funny description and oh god this is too long” au at you and runs into the woods

[lttledog]

Excerpt from A Certain Hunger, written by Chelsea G. Summers.

[badassindistress]

I am so very pleased with how this week's sewing on a whim projects turned out

[tendermimi]

psychosexualism in tom à la ferme (2013) / michel-marc bouchard ‘tom a la ferme’, sonya vatmosky ‘pseudomonarchia lacrimae’, ocean vuong ‘no one knows the way to heaven’, richard siken ‘little beast’

[doyouknowthisbook-poll]

Do you know which book this is from?

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[feral-ballad]

Julia Armfield, from Salt Slow; “Cassandra After”

[Text ID: “she was a gentle sort of horror;”]

[hanzajesthanza]

like, i do love cahir when he's introduced, and we get to know him and his character, but also, if i was geralt, and i heard this from my little girl:

i would also beat this guy's ass into the ground and want to kill him so so badly. like this is ciri's nightmare but this is also a parent's worst nightmare

[derangedrhythms]

Georg Trakl, Poems and Prose: Poems from Der Brenner 1914/5; from 'The Thunderstorm', tr. Alexander Stillmark

[thismustbeso]

Kirei? The Terror of Beauty (2004), Katsuya Matsumura / I Will Tell this Story to the Sun Until You Remember that You are the Sun, Erin Slaughter / Friday the 13th Part 2 (1981), dir. Steve Miner

[multi-lefaiye]

snippet sunday - sunbringer's song

WOOOOO wowie wow wow!!!! okay, yeah, i am *very* close to finishing the prologue, but it's not quite done. but!! i wanted to share a bit of what i've gotten done for snippet sunday.

(or should i say... sunbringer sunday........ yeah i'll see myself out.)

content warnings for this excerpt: eye trauma, worms, worms going in someone against their will. y'know, bg3 prologue things. the actual gore isn't described in a lot of detail, but it's still very visceral because i'm focusing heavily on what eden is *feeling* in the moment. if any of that is an issue, please tread lightly !

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@astral-runic @yourlocal-lichen @void-botanist

A worm--a terrible, spiny creature, hissing and writhing in the mind flayer’s grasp. It snaps its jaws full of jagged teeth, and the freezing dread in his veins splinters as his heart leaps into his throat.

For what feels like several long, agonizing hours, the mind flayer lowers the worm down toward his face. He struggles, in vain, to jerk his head away, but whatever force is keeping his eye open holds him firmly in place. There’s nothing he can do.

A heartbeat passes, and the worm is on his face, his skin itching at the feeling of its claws.

Another, and it rears up, snapping its teeth as it drools in frantic anticipation.

And then, it dives into his open eye.

Half of his vision explodes, bloody and hot and agonizing like nothing he has ever felt before. He can’t see what’s happening, but he can feel every stab of the little monster’s teeth and pinprick claws as it rips into him. It’s a million fire-tipped needles slicing and tearing open his flesh, burrowing into his skull.

He wants so badly to scream, but no sound comes out as he thrashes about in his coffin. But the mind flayer is still holding him in place, watching him impassively as he bites back pained sobs.

Some time passes, he can’t be sure how long, but eventually his vision begins to clear, bit by bit. His head is throbbing anew and his sight is blurry and streaked with red, but it seems the worm has come to a stop, resting just behind his eye.

He lets out a shuddering, whimpering breath, then bares his teeth and looks back up at the mind flayer. It’s still watching him. All he wants is to claw those beady fucking eyes out of its skull, to make it hurt like it’s making him hurt, but he still can’t move.

“Fuck you,” he bites out, each word a ragged clot of blood and glass shards in the back of his mouth. The mind flayer does not react. After a moment, it waves its hand, severing whatever strings held him in place, and he falls limply back into his coffin, his left eye snapping shut reflexively.

Another wave of its hand, and the lid closes with another hiss.

[beachyserasims]

In this house, a little girl hunts diligently for every and any shoelace she can find, stringing them together along the knobs of her closet door. The will of this child has sealed it shut so that this closet will never be opened again. What stays inside, remains... unseen.

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[funeral]

An "other" is nothing more than a negative projection of the self, something outside of the inside. In order to understand the self, we must look within—collapse the internal into the external—in order to see beyond. In other words, dissolve the self into something bigger, something infinite and without thought. This is what we mean when we refer to the spectacle of the void. After all, to exist is to be both imprisoned in a limited comprehension of the universe and "privileged" with the burden of consciousness. To exist is to collapse the internal into the external, to come face to face with horror.

David Peak, The Spectacle of the Void