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𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑵𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒔 - 𝑾𝒂𝒚𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕: 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 "𝑴𝒊𝒏" 𝒃𝒚 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒚 𝑴𝒂𝒖𝒅 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒈𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒚
A rarely met short story by Montgomery, and a bit darker than her Anne books.
https://waywordsstudio.com/podcasts/waywords_podcast/waypoint-montgomerys-min/
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𝙒𝙖𝙮𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙇𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙧: "𝘽𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮" 𝙗𝙮 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝘼𝙬𝙖𝙙 -
𝟯-𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄:
Dark academia
Credulity-strained
Literarily Hilarious𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲:
How does Awad layer the term "manifesting"?
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𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜’𝗺 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴: "𝗖𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗹" 𝗯𝘆 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 -
The exhaustless Carpenter steps (only slightly) away from his horror film-making to develop a heavy-metal album and graphic novel duo about an old church in L.A. that hides something murderous in its cellars. Lurid and flagrant and I'm in.
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13 𝑫𝙖𝒚𝙨 𝙤𝒇 𝑯𝙖𝒍𝙡𝒐𝙬𝒆𝙚𝒏: "𝙃𝒆𝙡𝒍𝙗𝒐𝙪𝒏𝙙," 𝙎𝒆𝙖𝒔𝙤𝒏 1, 2021
2026 Theme: Bibliographic Horror - Graphic Horrors
Director: Yeon Sang-ho#moviereview #halloween #horror #horrormovie #13DaysOfHalloween #frictionalreading #bookhorror #reading #words #language #books #hellbound #netflixseries #koreanhorror #biblicalhorror #demons
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13 𝑫𝙖𝒚𝙨 𝙤𝒇 𝑯𝙖𝒍𝙡𝒐𝙬𝒆𝙚𝒏: "𝙉𝒊𝙢𝒐𝙣𝒂" 𝙗𝒚 𝑵𝘿 𝙎𝒕𝙚𝒗𝙚𝒏s𝙤𝒏
2026 Theme: Bibliographic Horror - Folktales & Monsters
2015, USA#review #halloween #horror #horrorstory #13DaysOfHalloween #books #bookreviews #bookworm #readreadread #shortstory #frictionalreading #bookhorror #reading #words #language #graphicnovel #middleyears #fantasy #NDStevenson #nimona
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13 𝑫𝙖𝒚𝙨 𝙤𝒇 𝑯𝙖𝒍𝙡𝒐𝙬𝒆𝙚𝒏: "𝑺𝙘𝒂𝙧𝒚 𝑺𝙩𝒐𝙧𝒊𝙚𝒔 𝒕𝙤 𝙏𝒆𝙡𝒍 𝒊𝙣 𝙩𝒉𝙚 𝘿𝒂𝙧𝒌" (2019)
2026 Theme: Bibliographic Horror - Folktales & Monsters
2015, USA
Director: André Øvredal#moviereview #halloween #horror #horrormovie #13DaysOfHalloween #frictionalreading #bookhorror #reading #words #language #books #AndréØvredal
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The lingering legacies of 'The Sun Also Rises' 100 years on
Ernest Hemingway's debut novel, about lost and wayward young people after World War I, turned 100 this week. We look at its legacy and how the book has aged.
by Andrew Limbong
The Sun Also Rises at PG:
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The Greenland Diaries: Day 77
Last night, I’m not sure what happened, or why there were people moving through the area in the darkness, but around midnight the shadows were flashing with popping gunfire and small explosions. I followed the sounds of the bullets, and they bounced off of everything in hollow glances and pings. A few even hit the shed. I covered Snowy with my backpack and put her around my chest.
I was so worried that a shot would pierce the shed and split one of us open.
I hugged up so tightly to her, she would lick my face through the backpack as the thunder of distant mortars and rockets threw tree branches everywhere. They sounded hollow and rocky, like skeletons were trying to swallow up the shed and pull it away. A few times I shifted to the other wall and buried us beneath the boxes of supplies and gallons of water.
I heard machines rolling through the streets, hundreds of them. The pavement cracked and moaned against their heavy treads. The grinding was so intense, I thought the earth was going to fall apart and my house, shed, and everything would be swallowed up. It’d be nice to go out that fast. It’d be nice to avoid the shadows and wild claws.
The Drum still beat behind the whirlwind of gunpowder. I stayed still the entire night as the shooting raged. Seldom did I hear a gun or cannon stop firing to reload. It was like they were spending every inch of ammunition on this battle. I know the Unnamed aren’t overt and present when you fight them. I’ve been lucky enough to fight them in close quarters. At a distance, they’re nearly impossible to see, especially in the dark. How could these people fighting them possibly know where they were hiding?
Around four in the morning, they finally stopped their fighting, and the world returned to the Drum and the silence between each beat. There were no illusions or Unnamed sulking around the empty spots of crumbled houses or caved-in walls. I stayed up all night watching them, but there was nothing. Only the bugs brewed about in aimless clouds.
In the morning, I scouted the area for traces of the battle. I looked for bits of fresh rubble, empty bullet casings glittering in the sun, and bits of torn clothes with inky blood beneath their layers. There was nothing though, not a single crater in the ground or pulverized wall from any of the nearby houses. In previous battles, I’d find this debris so fresh, it’d be shedding dust in the sun like wayward dandruff.
There is nothing though, no sign of the previous night’s battle.
I walked around the block three times with Snowy, looking for the smallest, most minuscule remnants of the battle. Nothing moved. Only the trees and sheets of thick grass shook against the breeze. The plants always look like they’re ready to bubble and burst.
I stopped searching in the late afternoon. It had been an illusion. It was all part of some massive trick by the Unnamed and their unseen allies. When I wandered back home with a worried Snowy, I saw the kid from before. He had been following me the entire time, dodging behind the houses like I used to do when I played with Nerf guns when I was his age.
I bet he regrets any imaginary nightmare he played war with now, the apocalypse was too real
“Don’t get tricked by the battle, they’re illusions too,” I yelled, as he ran away from me. I hope he listens. I don’t know why he always runs.
I’m not going to hurt anybody.
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