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#horrorsky #shorthorror

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Who is your favorite witchy/occult final girl? Mine's got to be Sarah Bailey from 1996's The Craft, played by the angelic Robin Tunney. That movie is perfection in every way 😍

Who is your favorite witchy/occult final girl? Mine's got to be Sarah Bailey from 1996's The Craft, played by the angelic Robin Tunney. That movie is perfection in every way 😍

Who is your favorite witchy/occult final girl? Mine's got to be Sarah Bailey from 1996's The Craft, played by the angelic @robintunney.bsky.social . That movie is perfection in every way 😍

#finalgirl #witchvibes #robintunney #thecraft #90smovies

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Coldwater Manor was built on the bones of a hundred failed and misshapen brides. The lord had had strange appetites, and had traveled the world in search of the dark sciences and profane mathematics to fill his unfortunate harem. In the echoing bowels of Coldwater, deep beneath the earth and hidden from the judgment of both man and God, the vats and instruments sat long-unused but ready, their architect centuries-since reduced to moldering pages and gnawed bones. Something still walked those moss-covered corridors, though… something with long teeth, shambling gait, and the flickering memories of a childhood in which she knew the sun. In the ceaseless, merciless fashion and black-hearted machinery of time, Coldwater's last bride could never die.

Coldwater Manor was built on the bones of a hundred failed and misshapen brides. The lord had had strange appetites, and had traveled the world in search of the dark sciences and profane mathematics to fill his unfortunate harem. In the echoing bowels of Coldwater, deep beneath the earth and hidden from the judgment of both man and God, the vats and instruments sat long-unused but ready, their architect centuries-since reduced to moldering pages and gnawed bones. Something still walked those moss-covered corridors, though… something with long teeth, shambling gait, and the flickering memories of a childhood in which she knew the sun. In the ceaseless, merciless fashion and black-hearted machinery of time, Coldwater's last bride could never die.

#horror #writer

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It's either Aliens or T2.

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The betrayal had been so complete, so scorchingly absolute, that it took his breath away. Seeing the people he thought were his friends speak of him that way left him in the vacuum of a moment that collapsed in upon itself like a neutron star, endlessly folding, repeating his humiliation like the regurgitation and repeat subsumation of a feeding god. His heart broke, falling into him in shards, receding into the new rancorous darkness there.
He called out over and over in his mind during the sleepless nights that followed, petitioning the mute and endless tombs between stars. Eventually, something answered. The many-fingered hands reached from splits in non-euclidean geometry, lifting his spirit like clay. The touch of the elder thing was at once comfort and agony, simultaneously closure and eternal regret. It folded him into new configurations, shapes beyond pain, synapses beyond reason. 
He gave of himself his sanity, his soul, and in return the ceaseless dreamer gave him vengeance beyond all the burning black oubliettes of Hell.

The betrayal had been so complete, so scorchingly absolute, that it took his breath away. Seeing the people he thought were his friends speak of him that way left him in the vacuum of a moment that collapsed in upon itself like a neutron star, endlessly folding, repeating his humiliation like the regurgitation and repeat subsumation of a feeding god. His heart broke, falling into him in shards, receding into the new rancorous darkness there. He called out over and over in his mind during the sleepless nights that followed, petitioning the mute and endless tombs between stars. Eventually, something answered. The many-fingered hands reached from splits in non-euclidean geometry, lifting his spirit like clay. The touch of the elder thing was at once comfort and agony, simultaneously closure and eternal regret. It folded him into new configurations, shapes beyond pain, synapses beyond reason. He gave of himself his sanity, his soul, and in return the ceaseless dreamer gave him vengeance beyond all the burning black oubliettes of Hell.

#cosmichorror

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We buried Calvin on a mudflat just south of the Piscataquis. The lights of Milo painted the low clouds the dingy yellow of old teeth, and the air was thick with the stink of rotting leaves. I laid the cross over the rough-hewn pine box myself, a crude icon wrought from scrap iron. Inside the coffin, as the first shovel of mud landed heavy on the lid, we all heard the hard clack, like naked birch branches smacking together in winter wind. Or angry bones rioting out of ruined flesh. I checked that there was a shell in the chamber of my scattergun as the Thibault boys shoveled mud into the grave, faces the color of milk and pullin’ on their cigarettes like demons. The whole time I was a-prayin’ to the good Lord that those bones would lay down and rest after a spell in the Earth, that they wouldn't come knockin’ like his daddy's did those many years past, after kneeling and praying to that deer-faced effigy in the woods…

We buried Calvin on a mudflat just south of the Piscataquis. The lights of Milo painted the low clouds the dingy yellow of old teeth, and the air was thick with the stink of rotting leaves. I laid the cross over the rough-hewn pine box myself, a crude icon wrought from scrap iron. Inside the coffin, as the first shovel of mud landed heavy on the lid, we all heard the hard clack, like naked birch branches smacking together in winter wind. Or angry bones rioting out of ruined flesh. I checked that there was a shell in the chamber of my scattergun as the Thibault boys shoveled mud into the grave, faces the color of milk and pullin’ on their cigarettes like demons. The whole time I was a-prayin’ to the good Lord that those bones would lay down and rest after a spell in the Earth, that they wouldn't come knockin’ like his daddy's did those many years past, after kneeling and praying to that deer-faced effigy in the woods…

#horrorsky #maine

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Yeah, it's not going well here.

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The moonlight glints off Penobscot bay, a silver knife that flays the hide from my soul and leaves me a horned carcass, forever running, skinless and lonesome and cold.

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#mainehorror
Things are moving in the woods, wisps of smoke with faces and names. They speak to me in the tongue of my mother, my father, all the ghosts locked behind my ribs.

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If I'm not mistaken, Canada shutting off electricity to the US would disproportionately affect the states most actively opposed to this fascist administration. Is 45 using this to trick Canada into culling his internal opposition for him, which would also weaken resistance against invading Canada?

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I sit here, wondering if writing is just a waste of time now, if creating fiction is a privileged act that doesn't benefit anyone in these terrifying times. Then I remember Orwell, and Huxley, Atwood and Butler- and it rekindles the flame of hope in me. Books fight evil across time.
#booksky

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Nice to meet you 😀

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Currently reading The Hunger. Can't wait to pick this up!

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NEW: Senator Marshall (R-KS) RUNS AWAY, fleeing his own town hall after being asked about DOGE firing Veterans. MAKE HIM GO VIRAL.

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Here is my modified version of our economic boycott. These should be permanent boycott for now. Week over week, month over month, we will add more and more changes until they can't ignore us any longer. REPOST.

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Opinion | This Never Happened With an American President Before Trump’s behavior in the Oval Office with Zelensky was an unparalleled break with American foreign policy.

Nailed it

www.nytimes.com/2025/02/28/o...

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Massively underrated comment. Our humanity is, and always has been, our greatest strength.

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@stephenking.bsky.social you continue to inspire me. The book I'm about to release is highly incendiary and holds a mirror up to what's happening, and authors like you help keep my spine straight and my will strong. Thank you. Sincerely.
#maineauthors

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Elon Musk and his 19-year-olds have now disrupted the approval of medical devices that save lives.

Every member of Congress bears a responsibility to stop this right now.

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It's time for dems to become brawlers, and you know it, senator.

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Ok, all well and good, but what are Democrat leaders DOING? We the people demand action.

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The Third Bear is easily in my top ten favorite horror shorts of all time.

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Thanks so much for the reply!

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Apologies if this information is posted somewhere, but how does one go about submitting for one of your publications? Getting into one of your books is one of my major career milestones.

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Don't beat yourself up about how long you've been away from your writing practice.

The important thing is to go back.

Tonight, why not read the last pages you wrote?

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The way I needed to hear this. Thank you.

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