Dance with me until the moon hides its face,
And the sun attempts to quicken the pace.
From the sunlight, the vampire turns his face,
And dancers twirl to the light’s frenzied pace.
I published a short story to my dark fiction journal this morning, a story that was originally published with Quail Bell, a Canadian journal. (I am providing the friend link, no paywall.) If you are interested in publishing a dark fiction story, be it a horror story, a tale of unease, a ghost story, an original folk or fairy tale, please keep A Dark Wood in mind as a possible venue. 🖤 💀 #darkfiction#ghoststory#shortstory#writingcommunity
The Necroloupe is a legendary tree believed to grow near graves and cemeteries. Often referred to as the "Grief Tree," it's thought that its roots draw sustenance from nearby corpses, and its fruit is said to hold the hidden wisdom of the deceased. Esoteries such as "the Necroloupe (named after the tree)," hold this tree in high regard, seeing it as a symbol of knowledge transcending death. Some claim to have tasted its fruit, absorbing insights from the world beyond.
My #bookreview is brief/won't spoil, to spread good, great, & spectacular #horror#books far & wide.
THE LONGEST SUMMER is a novel about a boy and it's a marvel: tragic and filled w pathos but also exhilarating and joyous. It's the blackest of comedies about possibility & inevitability. It's a dizzying account of life and youth, identity, queerness, time: it's radiant. (CLASH)