John Mundy

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The Rebuffing The sky was stained like a suicide's wrist. Purplish clouds seemed to throb in his vision like pulsing arteries impatient for the suicide's blade. His Grandmother answered the door. "I've come to help you move, Grandmother," Martin said. "Help us move? ...

Charles Austin Muir

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A vision of what might occur if the pessimistic philosophy of Peter Zapffe were used for nefarious ends, with Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Caligari equally abused.

xiabei

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trying this out... just a bit of one thing i started writing

John Mundy

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They have moved among us since time immemorial. We are their Meat and Drink. They desire from us nothing as gross as physical sustenance. They hunger not for our flesh or our blood but seek a more subtle, more refined nourishment They seek Amusement. Call...

John Mundy

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A wonderful car.

John Mundy

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Beware of what you ask for.

John Mundy

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An Interesting Lecture on Horror when you least expect it...

John Mundy

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Mason is also a character in one of the nastier poems I've posted. The poem takes place years after this 'incident'.

John Mundy

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Episodes of horror thematically linked by...faces. Four men haunted by the face of the Abyss.

Play based on Romanian philosopher Emil Cioran

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Here is a five minute play I had to write for Theatre on Romanian culture. I decided to base my play on Romanian philosopher Emil Cioran.

W. H. Pugmire, Esq.

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a work in progress; this is one portion explicitly inspir'd by TLO

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Billy always feared Grand-Dad. The way the old man's breath wheezed, the glint of his scarab-like eyes, and the smell of stale spices that perpetually heralded the ancient fellow's coming: all these were a terror to Billy. In his dotage, the old man had become peculiar, or so Billy...

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Schrödinger’s Cat Miles glanced at his watch again, still trying to keep his mind on the matter at hand. Julia would just have to live with it, he told himself for the umpteenth time, just as he would. It was too late to turn back now: the experiment was well under way. In fact, it...

A Christmas tale

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It was the morning of Christmas day, before the storms started. Luke's grandmother had arrived just in time before the first downpour. His little sister Connie was helping him rummage through a box of last-year's decorations, which mostly proved to be a tangle of sinewy cords and tinsel. ...