Posts tagged Horror
Who's Who 18: Behind the wigs and masks

The large, sleek car pulled up in front of the black iron gates and waited patiently. The engine purred demurely as the expensive, designer barriers responded to a remote control pressed behind those tinted windows. Once they had gracefully reached ninety degrees and come to a complete stop, the car pulled forward, barely raising its voice.

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Who's Who 15: Weathervane

I should be able to hear that old wind chime I picked up at the antique fair. The night this storm hit, I was worried I’d lost it. I couldn’t hear it. I figured the wind had wrecked it. Next morning, it was fine. Every single morning, it’s been fine. No pots blown over either. The bins where I left them too. Every fence panel intact. How is that possible? Listen to it out there. That wind sounds like it should be tearing off roof tiles with its teeth.

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Who's Who 6: Moreish

Of course, all those big temptations are easy. If you’re going to cave to them, then you’ve been doing that long before you got here. Just one more bottle to make the pain away. Just one more pack, so I can get through to the weekend. I’ll quit tomorrow. I’ll quit in the new year. I promise. It’s all a dance that goes on through endless, sleepless nights or restless, sweaty afternoons. There’s no sport in that type of addiction. Not for the likes of us.

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An Interesting Scar

Step right up, Ladies and Gentlemen.  Here it is, hot off the press (depending on when you're reading this).  This is the second ever story sketch on The Blank Page.  Instead of a long and rambling blog, Long Words proudly presents a short piece of strange fiction for your delectation.  We hope you enjoy it.  If only because there will be more.

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Reflection

So, say you’ve gone to see the new Marvel movie; well, then you discuss that.  You write your piece, tag it and put it out into the world.  That would draw the, ahem, crowds.  That would get people paying attention.  You would not, for example, dump that idea at the last minute and decide to write about roughly the same topic you blogged about last week.  That’d be crazy, right?

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Those old familiar faces

Our language gives us the capacity to bottle pure lightning in words.  There are people who will tell you this is the final act of magic our modern world will allow.  They’re words that were created to allow us to express terror or wonder.  They are words that feel like they’re carved from the foundations of the world under our feet.  Words like genius or awe.  Words like love and spirit.  Words like monster. 

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