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Drink Poetry, Devour the Sun
Most people avoid feelings of fear, disgust, and unease - horror fans seek them out again and again. We have all experienced the awkwardness of trying to explain why. There is no one answer - there are, in fact, as many reasons as there are horror fans.
With the outbreak of WWI, the practice of Egyptology ground to a halt. As a result, respected Egyptologist Margaret Murray turned her attention to the study of the European witch trials of the early modern period. The conclusion Murray came to, explained at length in 1921's The Witch-Cult in Western Europe, was wild, fascinating, revolutionary,...
Writer and Scholar Jonathan Helland asks what book is the werewolf equivalent of Dracula comes up frequently on horror literature and book recommendation forums. Over the course of several years, I've made an effort to read every notable werewolf novel in search of the answer to this question.
Dear Admissions Committee, I know I'm not your typical MDA candidate. You'll see from my transcript that my undergraduate degree is in the mad sciences, and I only have the minimum required number of art and humanity credits. In my defense, I should say that the mad sciences were never a passion or even really [...]
The mastiff didn't count days, but he knew his pack had been gone longer than ever before. There had been four of them. The man, the woman, the little boy, and the mastiff himself. The house was empty now, except for the mastiff and his memories.
A field mouse ran from the shadow of a hawk while the wind blew warm from the west. A slender cloud passed in front of the sun and the wind turned chill. The seer watched. The omens were clear. As they had been yesterday and the day before that.
Someone was knocking on Audrey's door, and it was most unwelcome. Not only because she'd been sleeping through the midday heat, and not only because she wanted no company. It was also because whoever was at the door would want to speak with the widow Charity and they could not.
I was there the day Winter Peterson broke the wall. I know you're gonna call bullshit. Ask any experienced brain-jockey and they'll say it's impossible. You can't hack squishware. But if you ask that same jockey if Winter Peterson could've done it and you might get some hesitation, some uncertainty.
