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At 5 o'clock, whilst Mary was standing outside Oslo, central station awaiting her train, she stared off into the horizon. Her train was late
Horror or Coming of Age: Which Is "It"?
#It has taken the world by storm, breaking huge records in its opening weekend and continuing to climb high. And I must say, after seeing the film, it isn't surprising. This movie is all kinds of scary, and it isn't just #Pennywise the Dancing Clown that will haunt your nightmares. But despite its well deserved 'R' rating, many parents are taking their young children to see It. This begs the question: do they really know what they're getting into? Anyone who has seen the movie will know that there are certain scenes that children should not be viewing. But on the other hand, this #horror flick actually has a lot of strong and hopeful messages. In some moments it almost feels like a wholesome film. You can't help but wonder: is It truly a horror movie? Or could it actually be considered a coming of age film?
My Grandpa’s Death Record
When my grandpa passed away, he didn’t want to be buried. He also didn’t want to be cremated and have his ashes kept in an urn or thrown off the side of a mountain or into the sea. You see there’s this company that compresses your remains and make a vinyl record from them. You can have just about anything printed on it. If want you can record your own karaoke rendition of Don’t Fear the Reaper played by the carbonized remains of your mortal form. Personally, I kind of found it a little creepy. It felt like you were having your body preserved by a taxidermist then having yourself mounted in a rocking chair forever.
The Circle of the Scribe
"Reality is dull. It's limited, which means we're confined to what we know and what we see. It means we can hope to find things beyond our current limits, but we never will. That's what fiction exists for. Just a way for us to live our dreams without leaving our chairs. Or at least that's what the circle told me..."
The Lady of Mist
He walked down the foggy parkway with the dim street lamps in the evening. His head was down and his hands were nested in his black leather jacket. The trees were jagged and dying and the mist had enshrouded every inch of his path. However, his vision was never so clear as when he approached the cemetery. The haven for the dead was the only place which the fog did not envelop.
The Emotionless Eye
It was a sultry and misty night of September 24th, 1924; it had rained significantly hard for the past few days, turning the woodland floors muddy and revealing many of the tree roots from the loose dirt. A farm hand by the name of Gabriel McCoy and his loyal companion Brodie, a large black Labrador whom Gabriel took good care of since he was a young pup; Brodie would keep raccoons and possums away from the house usually bringing back one of the critters in his mouth and burying it under the porch after a successful hunt. Gabriel was also a bit of a hunter as well, hunting and selling deer hide in this days off of Schröder farm for spare money. They lived on the weekends in a small wood house big enough for two people in a lightly wooded area in northwestern Scotland.
- Top Story - December 2017
The 9 'American Horror Story' Characters That Are Still Giving Us the Creeps
The writers over at FX's American Horror Story are constantly pushing themselves, which makes for both great and terrifying content. As one of the best and darkest shows on television, they write characters who we love to love as well as who keep us up at night. Viewers want characters who will scare them. It's easier to love and relate to a hero when there's a common villain that we can loathe and fear. Here are 10 characters from American Horror Story who still send shivers up my spine.
Walk Through the Wall
Old Bill Grey lived alone in his mansion. He was a crazy town legend, one who would make people wonder about his life, where was he from? Did he grow up here? Was he always this crazy? The locals would fantasize about who he was, some would say he was a mobster who was in hiding, some said he was a killer, keeping to himself so no one would find out the truth. But in reality, Bill was just a hermit. He had been married for over 50 years, and made a fortune dealing with the rubber band business, him and his wife Mary had full lives, no children mind you, they preferred each other, without the cries and wants of kids.
The Night I Disappeared
On 2014, August 8th, David and I were on Logic Tech like any other night. We decided to sleep together while talking on the webcam site. He was playing his video games and we chatted for a bit:
After hearing about a new adaptation of the famous Stephen King novel It, I couldn’t wait to see the film. The novel was written in 1986 and has been terrifying audiences ever since. In 1990, a mini-series adaptation of the novel became a classic as well. How could it not be with Tim Curry playing the infamous Pennywise? Incredibly striking imagery including red balloons, bloody sinks, creepy clowns, and werewolves. Which did not disappoint anticipating audiences when the trailer for the movie came out. The novel takes place in '57–'58, then It returns in '84 and '85. The mini-series takes place in 1960 while the second part takes place 27 years later when Pennywise comes back to terrorize the town again.
Top 5 Horror Movies of 2017
2017 wasn’t a great year for mainstream horror. The genre suffered through a year packed with terrible sequels, prequels and remakes. It was a year that featured the return of the Chucky Doll to little to no mainstream notice. We got the backstory of Leatherface and watched another horror legend fail to make it past the On-Demand world. The Hellraiser franchise returned again and was met with almost universal ignorance. The biggest return of 2017 was Jigsaw and what a letdown that was. Jigsaw came back and underwhelmed by forgetting what made the previous entries in the Saw franchise so entertaining.
Lampago Part I
In a spartan, yet squalid living room of a spartan, yet squalid apartment, a cat poked its head through a gap in the cardboard-sealed window. It oozed onto the filthy yet barren floor, silently skittered towards a duct-tape upholstered couch, and leaped up onto it. The liquid animal seeped in between duct-taped cushions, and disappeared. Behind that miserable, tape-mummified couch in that miserable living room was a door leading to a miserably small bedroom.