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Avarice
A big red-lettered sign outside the house pronounced it CONDEMNED, and still I ventured across the creaky porch into the dark abyss that lay beyond the doorway.
The sign should have been enough.
The sagging roof should have been enough. The busted windows, the weeds grown waist-high against the steps, the porch boards soft beneath my feet like wet bread. Even the silence should have warned me, that heavy silence of a place no longer waiting to be lived in, but waiting to fall.
Still, I entered.
At first, I told myself I only wanted to look.
I stepped carefully through the doorway, one hand out before me, the other trailing along the wall, my fingers gathering dust as thick as ash. The air inside was stale and sweet with rot. Somewhere in the walls, something skittered. Somewhere above me, a loose shutter tapped in the wind, though no wind seemed able to reach that far into the house.
I walked slowly, carefully, among the rooms, savoring the cobwebbed pleasures each one offered.
In the parlor hung a beautiful chandelier, dimmed by dust but still glittering faintly where the sunlight found it. I stood beneath it for a long moment, imagining it cleaned and lit, imagining its crystals throwing stars across a ceiling that was already splitting.
In the dining room, half-buried beneath a fallen curtain, I found a gold-embossed vase. I turned it in my hands, brushing away the grime with my sleeve. There were cracks in it, but not enough to ruin its beauty. Not enough to keep me from wanting it.
In the kitchen, beside a rusted sink, I found a silver spoon.
I slipped it into my pocket.
That was the first thing I took.
It was so small it hardly seemed to matter. A spoon from a dead house. A little rescued thing. A little reward for courage. No one would miss it. No one could want it now.
And yet, once it was in my pocket, I began to see more.
A brass candlestick. A framed miniature. A blue glass bottle on a windowsill. A cracked mirror whose tarnished edge still caught my reflection and gave it back to me in fragments. Every room offered something. Every corner whispered, take this too.
The house, for all its ruin, was rich with forgotten beauty.
I forgot the sign.
I forgot the porch beneath me, the warning in red letters, the dark mouth of the doorway through which I had entered. I forgot the sky outside and the field beyond and the clean air I had left behind.
There was only the next room.
And the next thing.
And the next.
I began to move faster, less carefully now, my pockets heavy, my arms full. I no longer savored the rooms. I searched them. I pulled open drawers swollen shut with damp. I kicked aside fallen plaster. I tore through the dust as if the house owed me what it had hidden.
Then the house gave a lurch.
It was not a sound at first, but a movement, a deep shudder traveling up through the floorboards and into my bones. The chandelier trembled. The walls groaned. Somewhere above me, a beam cracked like a rifle shot.
I froze.
For one foolish second, I clutched the vase tighter.
Then years of rot began to cascade down around me.
Plaster fell in pale sheets. Wood split. A rain of dust poured from the ceiling, thick and choking. The rooms that had seemed so full of treasure became suddenly full of teeth. The beautiful chandelier swung once, twice, then tore free and crashed behind me in a glittering explosion.
I began to run back through the rooms, oblivious to their ancient beauty in my haste to reach the spot of sunlight that spoke of the doorway and safety.
The vase fell from my hands and shattered.
I did not stop.
The brass candlestick dropped from beneath my arm and rolled away into darkness.
I did not turn.
The spoon in my pocket struck against my thigh with each step, a small, hard reminder of what had first persuaded me that stealing from ruin was not theft.
Beams landed beside me with thundering crashes as I ran, sending up clouds of choking dust. I began to cough uncontrollably, each breath tearing at my throat. My eyes watered. The doorway vanished in a smoky haze.
For a moment I could not see anything.
I stumbled into a wall, felt old nails bite into my palm, and cried out. Something sharp tore across the top of my foot. I kept moving. There was no thought left in me but air, light, escape.
The house groaned again, deeper this time, like some enormous animal folding in upon itself.
I ran toward where I believed the door had been.
Or where I prayed it had been.
Suddenly I burst through its frame and out into the field as the house fell with a great crash behind me.
The sound rolled through the ground and up into my chest. Dust billowed outward, swallowing the porch, the windows, the red-lettered sign, the rooms, the chandelier, the vase, the mirror, the bottle, all the small treasures that had called to me from the dark.
I fell to my knees in the grass and coughed until my ribs ached.
For a long while I could only kneel there, bent over, my hands pressed into the dirt, breathing the open air like a man newly born.
I had escaped certain demise with few scars, save the bloody scratches from nails on my hands and feet.
But they would soon heal.
I told myself that as I stood.
I told myself that as I brushed the dust from my clothes.
I told myself that as I looked once more at the heap of timber and plaster and ruin that had almost become my grave.
Then I felt the weight still in my pocket.
My fingers went to it before I could stop them.
The silver spoon was bent now, scratched and blackened, but it was still there.
I drew it out and held it in my bleeding hand.
Behind me, the condemned house settled into silence.
Before me, the field opened wide and clean beneath the sun.
I should have thrown the spoon into the wreckage.
I should have left it there with the rot and the dust and the red-lettered warning.
Instead, I wiped it on my sleeve and slipped it back into my pocket.
After all, it was only a small thing.
Originally written June 16, 1987, expanded June 2026
#1987 #1987Writing #beautifulRuins #cautionaryTale #collapsingHouse #condemnedHouse #consequence #darkParable #decay #desire #flashFiction #GothicFiction #GothicHorror #gothicIllustration #Grace #Greed #hauntedHouse #humanWeakness #moralImagination #moralTale #obsession #Poetry #rewrittenDraft #ruin #shortStory #Sin #spiritualAllegory #Spirituality #survival #symbolicFiction #Temptation #vintageGothic #Wealth #WordPressTagsAvarice #Writing -
Avarice
A big red-lettered sign outside the house pronounced it CONDEMNED, and still I ventured across the creaky porch into the dark abyss that lay beyond the doorway.
The sign should have been enough.
The sagging roof should have been enough. The busted windows, the weeds grown waist-high against the steps, the porch boards soft beneath my feet like wet bread. Even the silence should have warned me, that heavy silence of a place no longer waiting to be lived in, but waiting to fall.
Still, I entered.
At first, I told myself I only wanted to look.
I stepped carefully through the doorway, one hand out before me, the other trailing along the wall, my fingers gathering dust as thick as ash. The air inside was stale and sweet with rot. Somewhere in the walls, something skittered. Somewhere above me, a loose shutter tapped in the wind, though no wind seemed able to reach that far into the house.
I walked slowly, carefully, among the rooms, savoring the cobwebbed pleasures each one offered.
In the parlor hung a beautiful chandelier, dimmed by dust but still glittering faintly where the sunlight found it. I stood beneath it for a long moment, imagining it cleaned and lit, imagining its crystals throwing stars across a ceiling that was already splitting.
In the dining room, half-buried beneath a fallen curtain, I found a gold-embossed vase. I turned it in my hands, brushing away the grime with my sleeve. There were cracks in it, but not enough to ruin its beauty. Not enough to keep me from wanting it.
In the kitchen, beside a rusted sink, I found a silver spoon.
I slipped it into my pocket.
That was the first thing I took.
It was so small it hardly seemed to matter. A spoon from a dead house. A little rescued thing. A little reward for courage. No one would miss it. No one could want it now.
And yet, once it was in my pocket, I began to see more.
A brass candlestick. A framed miniature. A blue glass bottle on a windowsill. A cracked mirror whose tarnished edge still caught my reflection and gave it back to me in fragments. Every room offered something. Every corner whispered, take this too.
The house, for all its ruin, was rich with forgotten beauty.
I forgot the sign.
I forgot the porch beneath me, the warning in red letters, the dark mouth of the doorway through which I had entered. I forgot the sky outside and the field beyond and the clean air I had left behind.
There was only the next room.
And the next thing.
And the next.
I began to move faster, less carefully now, my pockets heavy, my arms full. I no longer savored the rooms. I searched them. I pulled open drawers swollen shut with damp. I kicked aside fallen plaster. I tore through the dust as if the house owed me what it had hidden.
Then the house gave a lurch.
It was not a sound at first, but a movement, a deep shudder traveling up through the floorboards and into my bones. The chandelier trembled. The walls groaned. Somewhere above me, a beam cracked like a rifle shot.
I froze.
For one foolish second, I clutched the vase tighter.
Then years of rot began to cascade down around me.
Plaster fell in pale sheets. Wood split. A rain of dust poured from the ceiling, thick and choking. The rooms that had seemed so full of treasure became suddenly full of teeth. The beautiful chandelier swung once, twice, then tore free and crashed behind me in a glittering explosion.
I began to run back through the rooms, oblivious to their ancient beauty in my haste to reach the spot of sunlight that spoke of the doorway and safety.
The vase fell from my hands and shattered.
I did not stop.
The brass candlestick dropped from beneath my arm and rolled away into darkness.
I did not turn.
The spoon in my pocket struck against my thigh with each step, a small, hard reminder of what had first persuaded me that stealing from ruin was not theft.
Beams landed beside me with thundering crashes as I ran, sending up clouds of choking dust. I began to cough uncontrollably, each breath tearing at my throat. My eyes watered. The doorway vanished in a smoky haze.
For a moment I could not see anything.
I stumbled into a wall, felt old nails bite into my palm, and cried out. Something sharp tore across the top of my foot. I kept moving. There was no thought left in me but air, light, escape.
The house groaned again, deeper this time, like some enormous animal folding in upon itself.
I ran toward where I believed the door had been.
Or where I prayed it had been.
Suddenly I burst through its frame and out into the field as the house fell with a great crash behind me.
The sound rolled through the ground and up into my chest. Dust billowed outward, swallowing the porch, the windows, the red-lettered sign, the rooms, the chandelier, the vase, the mirror, the bottle, all the small treasures that had called to me from the dark.
I fell to my knees in the grass and coughed until my ribs ached.
For a long while I could only kneel there, bent over, my hands pressed into the dirt, breathing the open air like a man newly born.
I had escaped certain demise with few scars, save the bloody scratches from nails on my hands and feet.
But they would soon heal.
I told myself that as I stood.
I told myself that as I brushed the dust from my clothes.
I told myself that as I looked once more at the heap of timber and plaster and ruin that had almost become my grave.
Then I felt the weight still in my pocket.
My fingers went to it before I could stop them.
The silver spoon was bent now, scratched and blackened, but it was still there.
I drew it out and held it in my bleeding hand.
Behind me, the condemned house settled into silence.
Before me, the field opened wide and clean beneath the sun.
I should have thrown the spoon into the wreckage.
I should have left it there with the rot and the dust and the red-lettered warning.
Instead, I wiped it on my sleeve and slipped it back into my pocket.
After all, it was only a small thing.
Originally written June 16, 1987, expanded June 2026
#1987 #1987Writing #beautifulRuins #cautionaryTale #collapsingHouse #condemnedHouse #consequence #darkParable #decay #desire #flashFiction #GothicFiction #GothicHorror #gothicIllustration #Grace #Greed #hauntedHouse #humanWeakness #moralImagination #moralTale #obsession #Poetry #rewrittenDraft #ruin #shortStory #Sin #spiritualAllegory #Spirituality #survival #symbolicFiction #Temptation #vintageGothic #Wealth #WordPressTagsAvarice #Writing -
More about my next book, GODFESTATION, out August 11! Preorders mean so much. Thank you!
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More about my next book, GODFESTATION, out August 11! Preorders mean so much. Thank you!
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WERWULF Trailer: Willem Dafoe Teases Gothic Horror On June's Strawberry Full Moon [WATCH]
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On June 23, 1979, Dracula’s Daughter was screened on Son of Svengoolie. Here’s some original Gloria Holden art to mark the occasion!
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#DraculasDaughter #Art #Svengoolie #GothicHorror #QueerFilm #Vampires #VampireArt #QueerCinema #FanArt -
On June 23, 1993, Bram Stoker’s Dracula was released on VHS by Columbia TriStar Home Video. Here’s a drawing of Winona Ryder!
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#BramStokersDracula #Dracula #WinonaRyder #ScreamQueen #GothicHorror #HorrorArt #Art -
On June 20, 1987, Madhouse was screened on The World Beyond. Here's some original Vincent Price art inspired by the horror classic!
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#TheWorldBeyond #Madhouse #VincentPrice #GothicHorror #Grindhouse #HorrorArt #HorrorSky #FilmSky #Art -
A couple of months ago, I found, in a second-hand bookshop, a novel by someone I used to know. I didn't know he'd written it -- we haven't been in contact for many years. It's clearly self-published.
I started reading it yesterday. I wasn't expecting much, to be honest. He could definitely have done with a good copy-editor. But it turns out to be thoroughly gripping. A proper old-fashioned gothic horror story.
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A couple of months ago, I found, in a second-hand bookshop, a novel by someone I used to know. I didn't know he'd written it -- we haven't been in contact for many years. It's clearly self-published.
I started reading it yesterday. I wasn't expecting much, to be honest. He could definitely have done with a good copy-editor. But it turns out to be thoroughly gripping. A proper old-fashioned gothic horror story.
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Check out my latest post on Substack, where you can subscribe to get updates sent directly to your email. This drop talks a bit about how my works are interconnected, and lays out a bit of the plans for my volumes of Shadowed Memories: Dark Shadow, which I'm currently working on outlining.
Don’t forget to breath, enjoy what you can, and bask Meraki’s cosmic waves of wonder and creativity,
~E.L.F.Explore books & socials: ELFlinks.Weebly.com
Subscribe: EvanderLFragoso.Substack.com#WritersBlog #Writer #Author #Substack #SubstackBlog #SelfPublished #UrbanFantasy #GothicHorror #VampireHunterD
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Check out my latest post on Substack, where you can subscribe to get updates sent directly to your email. This drop talks a bit about how my works are interconnected, and lays out a bit of the plans for my volumes of Shadowed Memories: Dark Shadow, which I'm currently working on outlining.
Don’t forget to breath, enjoy what you can, and bask Meraki’s cosmic waves of wonder and creativity,
~E.L.F.Explore books & socials: ELFlinks.Weebly.com
Subscribe: EvanderLFragoso.Substack.com#WritersBlog #Writer #Author #Substack #SubstackBlog #SelfPublished #UrbanFantasy #GothicHorror #VampireHunterD
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A friend recommended his favorite story to listen to (he does audiobooks), so I've been reading it, and the story itself is interesting so far, but the writing is killing me. It's a serialized story on Webnovel where the author released about two chapters a day for four years, with the story having a big fanbase. Since then, the author has gone on to work on other things, but my gosh is it depressing to read. The story isn't bad, or the subject matter depressing, but I'm 49 chapters in and the writing is still so very amateurish. I can acknowledge that it's great to be able to write this continuous story, releasing so much on a daily basis, but there's ridiculously repetitious paragraphs, and there are crazy little things like introducing someone holding a "rapier sword." A rapier is a type of sword!
Anyway, the point is, I understand that we live in an on-demand world where everything has to be quick and punchy, and that's how people are able to write things like this and get away with it (not to mention the horrendous declining literacy rates...) but that doesn't mean I have to settle.
I'm sticking with my plan, plotting out the volumes for my continuation to Shadowed Memories. I may be weighing my options on putting out rough drafts of chapters out there, with plans to publish them on my Substack for paid subscribers on top of other behind-the-scenes content while I think about going back to Inkitt, but I don't plan on compromising my worlds.
I’ll try and use some of this anguish and disdain for more chapter plotting.
Don’t forget to breath, enjoy what you can, and bask Meraki’s cosmic waves of wonder and creativity,
~E.L.F.Explore books & socials: ELFlinks.Weebly.com
Subscribe: EvanderLFragoso.Substack.com#WritersBlog #Writer #Author #Substack #SubstackBlog #SelfPublished #UrbanFantasy #GothicHorror #VampireHunterD
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Creative Writing: … and Stormy Night
“If only they would tell the truth,” the lost girl mused. Katie watched as the teens in the group wandered into the woods. “If these children knew my story, they would never come out here.” Only a few would be returning, and they wouldn’t be returning whole. She knew this from the moment she issued the challenge over a hundred years ago. She was killed right here, in the woods, at the very spot where she used to tell the story and where the challenge always began. This firepit […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/creative-writing-and-stormy-night/
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Creative Writing: … and Stormy Night
“If only they would tell the truth,” the lost girl mused. Katie watched as the teens in the group wandered into the woods. “If these children knew my story, they would never come out here.” Only a few would be returning, and they wouldn’t be returning whole. She knew this from the moment she issued the challenge over a hundred years ago. She was killed right here, in the woods, at the very spot where she used to tell the story and where the challenge always began. This firepit […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/25/creative-writing-and-stormy-night/
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Creative Writing: The Darkened…
The night, dark and stormy as always, felt cliché. And the first person who could find the totem left behind would be the winner of this strange game. They decided to play a game based on the stories they told as kids as a joke. The ones that made you think twice before sleeping in the dark of your bedroom. The spooky stories that were certain to give you a slight fright. But this little game was not based on any old story. It had its origins in an actual event that occurred nearby, in the […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/24/creative-writing-the-darkened/
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Creative Writing: The Darkened…
The night, dark and stormy as always, felt cliché. And the first person who could find the totem left behind would be the winner of this strange game. They decided to play a game based on the stories they told as kids as a joke. The ones that made you think twice before sleeping in the dark of your bedroom. The spooky stories that were certain to give you a slight fright. But this little game was not based on any old story. It had its origins in an actual event that occurred nearby, in the […]https://ceriashwardauthor.wordpress.com/2026/05/24/creative-writing-the-darkened/
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Spirit of the Shadows #5 Review: Nick Cagnetti’s Gothic Horror Finale https://comicbookaddicts.com/2026/05/spirit-of-the-shadows-5-oni-press-review/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=mastodon #SpiritOfTheShadows #GothicHorror #ComicBookReview #NickCagnetti #OniPress
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The Bride! and The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster dilute the Gothic tradition through maximalist pastiche, superficial empowerment rhetoric, and loopholes that evade the finality of death itself.
#Frankenstein #MaryShelley #TheBride #TheAngryBlackGirlAndHerMonster #GothicHorror #FilmCriticism #Horror #Cinema #ScienceFiction #MovieReview
https://pablohoneyfish.wordpress.com/2026/05/15/stitched-together-and-falling-apart-the-high-concept-failure-of-modern-frankenstein-reimaginings/ -
Heres a health to the company....
Costume by @Twinsofdestruction EXCELSIOR! :) #victorianfashion #victorianstyle #victoriangoth #victoriangothic #victoriangothicstyle #gothicfashion #gothic #gothicstyle #outfit #outfitinspiration #outfitbreakdown #nosferatu #dracula #frankenstein #1830s #gothichorror #twinsofdestruction
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On April 24, 1931, the Spanish version of Dracula debuted in New York City. Here's some new fan art! . #Dracula #Vampires #GothicHorror #Art #UniversalMonsters
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🖤 Το Mexican Gothic της Silvia Moreno-Garcia είναι μια σύγχρονη γοτθική ιστορία τρόμου με στοιχειωμένο αρχοντικό, οικογενειακά μυστικά και έντονη ατμόσφαιρα. Από @ekdoseisklidarithmos.
Δες την κριτική του βιβλίου στο horrormovies.gr για περισσότερα. 📚
#MexicanGothic #BookReview #GothicHorror #HorrorBooks #HorrorMoviesGR
April 23, 2026 at 04:00PM
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🖤 Το Mexican Gothic της Silvia Moreno-Garcia είναι μια σύγχρονη γοτθική ιστορία τρόμου με στοιχειωμένο αρχοντικό, οικογενειακά μυστικά και έντονη ατμόσφαιρα. Από @ekdoseisklidarithmos.
Δες την κριτική του βιβλίου στο horrormovies.gr για περισσότερα. 📚
#MexicanGothic #BookReview #GothicHorror #HorrorBooks #HorrorMoviesGR
April 23, 2026 at 04:00PM
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Black Star #1: Kristin Kreuk’s Northern Gothic Horror Debut https://comicbookaddicts.com/2026/04/kristin-kreuk-black-star-1-titan-comics-debut/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=mastodon #BlackStar #KristinKreuk #GothicHorror #ComicBooks #Noir
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Well… this is frustrating.
I’ve been publishing my writing through Amazon since around 2017/2018, and last year I decided to expand to other platforms. Draft2Digital seemed like a great, simple way to distribute my books more widely without a lot of extra hassle.
AI has made the landscape a lot messier for actual human creators. There’s been a surge of AI-generated books flooding the market, and now it looks like some companies are responding by introducing fees for independent authors just to get their work out there.
I’ll need to rethink how I’m distributing my writing, because this model doesn’t really work for me right now. Paying an annual fee if I don’t sell enough copies just doesn’t sit right, especially when books take up so little digital space.
While I figure out my next steps and continue working on future projects, feel free to check out and share my work. If you're new to my writing, I'm a genre blender leaning into a dark gothic feel while embracing urban fantasy, science fiction, and post-apocalyptic themes. Give these interesting nightmares a home. You can grab a book at:
ElfLinks.Weebly.com
If you’re not sure where to start, Making Contact is a shorter read and a great entry point involving an important recurring character in my works, while Shadowed Memories leads into the story I’m currently outlining.
#indiewriter #urbanfantasybooks #gothichorror #Draft2Digital #D2D #amazonbooks #author #authorlife #authorblog
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#AuthorSpotlight on debut indie author Laura Clarke Walker, she/they, and her contemporary British Gothic novel COLDHARBOUR.
We dive into the book so you will smash that preorder button!
https://cmrosens.com/2026/04/01/author-spotlight-british-gothic-horror-author-laura-clarke-walker/
#gothichorror #indieauthor #AuthorInterviews #writers #newbooks #indiebooksbeseen
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#AuthorSpotlight on debut indie author Laura Clarke Walker, she/they, and her contemporary British Gothic novel COLDHARBOUR.
We dive into the book so you will smash that preorder button!
https://cmrosens.com/2026/04/01/author-spotlight-british-gothic-horror-author-laura-clarke-walker/
#gothichorror #indieauthor #AuthorInterviews #writers #newbooks #indiebooksbeseen
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Currently on the phonograph: "The House Carpenter" (played below by Kelly Joe Phelps), a classic American folk ballad about the dangers of absconding with another man.*
It's better known across the pond as "The Demon Lover" which inspired wonderful #GothicHorror stories (and collections) by both Shirley Jackson and Elizabeth Bowen.
*In British versions the man is, of course, of supernatural origin. Not so in America.
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Currently on the phonograph: "The House Carpenter" (played below by Kelly Joe Phelps), a classic American folk ballad about the dangers of absconding with another man.*
It's better known across the pond as "The Demon Lover" which inspired wonderful #GothicHorror stories (and collections) by both Shirley Jackson and Elizabeth Bowen.
*In British versions the man is, of course, of supernatural origin. Not so in America.
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A new book of #GothicHorror fiction is coming to the neighborhood. #BookSky
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A new book of #GothicHorror fiction is coming to the neighborhood. #BookSky
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The Bride (2025/26) 🧧👰
Tradition has a body count.This Thai-Vietnamese breakout is the supernatural hit of the season. A cursed heirloom dress, a rural estate, and family secrets that refuse to stay buried. The "Heirloom Fitting" scene is the most claustrophobic thing you’ll watch all year.
👉 finalscenethreads.com
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🕯️ The shadows are calling. Dark Omnibus Vol. 2: Gothic Lullaby is OUT NOW! 5 haunting tracks + 28 SFX for your next #GothicHorror or #DarkFantasy game. Download now on: https://alenia-studios.itch.io/alenias-void
#IndieDev #GameAudio #AleniaStudios #Music -
An acquired taste...
Costume by @Twinsofdestruction EXCELSIOR! :) #victorianfashion #victorianstyle #victoriangoth #victoriangothic #victoriangothicstyle #gothicfashion #gothic #gothicstyle #outfit #outfitinspiration #outfitbreakdown #nosferatu #dracula #frankenstein #1830s #gothichorror #twinsofdestruction
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Wandering in the night...
Costume by @Twinsofdestruction EXCELSIOR! :) #victorianfashion #victorianstyle #victoriangoth #victoriangothic #victoriangothicstyle #gothicfashion #gothic #gothicstyle #outfit #outfitinspiration #outfitbreakdown #nosferatu #dracula #frankenstein #1830s #gothichorror #twinsofdestruction
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Yearning for a past long lost...
Costume by @Twinsofdestruction EXCELSIOR! :) #victorianfashion #victorianstyle #victoriangoth #victoriangothic #victoriangothicstyle #gothicfashion #gothic #gothicstyle #outfit #outfitinspiration #outfitbreakdown #nosferatu #dracula #frankenstein #1830s #gothichorror #twinsofdestruction
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Even vampire slayers need a fine meal...
Costume by @Twinsofdestruction EXCELSIOR! :) #victorianfashion #victorianstyle #victoriangoth #victoriangothic #victoriangothicstyle #gothicfashion #gothic #gothicstyle #outfit #outfitinspiration #outfitbreakdown #nosferatu #dracula #frankenstein #1830s #gothichorror #twinsofdestruction
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You must remember who you are, to get things done.
Costume by @Twinsofdestruction EXCELSIOR! :) #victorianfashion #victorianstyle #victoriangoth #victoriangothic #victoriangothicstyle #gothicfashion #gothic #gothicstyle #outfit #outfitinspiration #outfitbreakdown #nosferatu #dracula #frankenstein #1830s #gothichorror #twinsofdestruction
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🧠⚡ First time experiencing Frankenstein (2025) and seeing Guillermo del Toro reinterpret this legendary story.
Dark, emotional, and visually striking — come experience the reaction to this gothic horror reimagining with me 🖤🔥👉 Watch on YouTube: https://youtu.be/3mVDb3a-qwc
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🧠⚡ First time experiencing Frankenstein (2025) and seeing Guillermo del Toro reinterpret this legendary story.
Dark, emotional, and visually striking — come experience the reaction to this gothic horror reimagining with me 🖤🔥👉 Watch on YouTube: https://youtu.be/3mVDb3a-qwc
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⚡🧠 First time watching Frankenstein (2025) — Guillermo del Toro’s take on one of the most iconic stories ever told.
The full-length, uncut reaction is now live on Patreon, and I went in completely blind 🖤🔥
Gothic atmosphere and tragic horror — this one had my full attention.👉 Watch the full reaction: https://www.patreon.com/posts/frankenstein-149074230
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⚡🧠 First time watching Frankenstein (2025) — Guillermo del Toro’s take on one of the most iconic stories ever told.
The full-length, uncut reaction is now live on Patreon, and I went in completely blind 🖤🔥
Gothic atmosphere and tragic horror — this one had my full attention.👉 Watch the full reaction: https://www.patreon.com/posts/frankenstein-149074230
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A drink, served by a warm fire....
Costume by @Twinsofdestruction EXCELSIOR! :) #victorianfashion #victorianstyle #victoriangoth #victoriangothic #victoriangothicstyle #gothicfashion #gothic #gothicstyle #christmasoutfit #getreadywithme #outfit #outfitinspiration #outfitbreakdown #nosferatu #dracula #frankenstein #1830s #gothichorror #winterfashion #twinsofdestruction
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Intro post!! My name is Eilidh and I am a half-Irish art student from Scotland. I like taking photos, drawing, painting, writing and special effects! ꩜ I listen to mostly post-punk, riot grrrl, new wave, gothic rock & hardcore punk music. I love horror, sci-fi, TTRPGs and anything aggressively feminist. I dislike AI, terfs, and billionaires. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ #gothichorror #ttrpg #sfx #mixedmedia #painting
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Edgar Allan Poe keeps getting buried under bad scholarship and worse adaptations. Poe deserves better than being endlessly resurrected as a gimmick, but documentaries and movies insist on missing the point.
#EdgarAllanPoe #FilmCriticism #LiteraryCriticism #GothicHorror #Adaptation #Poe #ClassicLiterature #Cinema #Horror #MovieReview
https://pablohoneyfish.wordpress.com/2026/02/01/the-gothic-mirror-historical-reality-and-cinematic-myth-in-the-legacy-of-edgar-allan-poe/ -
My Fiction: The Full List
I’m best known for my eldritch family drama novels, but I am also a multigenre author published with big and small presses, as well as independently published.
If you’re wondering about the range of long and short fiction I have released and available, let me take you through it all! Click on a heading below to jump to that section, so you’re checking out the books you’re interested in, or discovering new content from me that you have yet to read!
I’ve got a lot out, and a lot available!
Pagham-on-Sea Novels
You can grab the trilogy of novels right now; Canelo has reissued the first two, and the third is available wide release (still self-published). You can check out the main series by clicking on the titles of the books, below.
The Crows – Thirteenth – The Day We Ate Grandad
These novels can be read in any order, but the chronological order is displayed above. I have had readers recommend The Day We Ate Grandad as a standalone to Anne Rice tumblr communities, for the washed-up Lestat (eldritch horror edition) similarities. I have had readers begin with Thirteenth, and others with The Crows.
The Crows is Ricky Porter’s story, Thirteenth follows Katy’s coming-of-age drama, and The Day We Ate Grandad is the story of Wes.
Contemporary Novels
Birds of a Feather with bonus holiday short story, First Christmas, is a novel set on a council estate where Carrie is being stalked by her ex-boyfriend, her anxiety is off the charts, and her new best friend has just introduced her to their ex, a self-employed builder/handyman who is the only one in his shady family with a legitimate business. If Guy Ritchie wrote a romcom with asexual rep.
Check it outI wrote this one as an AU for THE CROWS, as a way to reimagine the characters if they had lived without magic and monsters. I really enjoyed the characters as they appear in this novel, which is a standalone, and I may turn it into a series.
Best Friends Bury Bodies is full of melodrama, mysteries, secrets, lies, and murder, with a queer and polyamorous cast.
It’s a love letter to Midsomer Murders, bisexual midlife crises, and second chances. It is a standalone, fast-paced, character-driven novel that I really enjoyed writing and revising, and is my first release of 2026.
Check it outI love murder mysteries, especially MIDSOMER MURDERS, but I’ve always loved the cast of characters they come with more than the murder plot itself in some cases. This is an ode to those side characters, the wild side plots that are uncovered with little follow-up on their wider impact, and the absolutely batshit thngs that happen in the third act.
Gothic Dark Fantasy
Yelen & Yelena is a Gothic Dark Fantasy in a queernormative fantasy world, based on Beauty & the Beast. It features monster sex, aromantic bisexual MCs, rot plague, and a sapphic riff on Orpheus & Eurydice subplot.
Perfect for fans of hopepunk, sporror, dark Gothic fantasy, and monster-loving.
Check it outThis is a standalone novel; I’m not planning on anything that follows up with the characters in this one. I do, however, plan on writing more in this world, and I have a number of other fairytales that I’d like to play with! There will be crossover in terms of locations, history, references, and even a few minor characters. All the stories will be standalones (at least that is the current idea!)
Bone Puppets is a short Dark Fantasy story, originally written in 4 parts as creative responses to a reading challenge (#AScareADay, 2025). The 4 parts were revised and edited into a cohesive story, and its current form.
It’s a tale of sex magic, folk horror, and necromancy, set during an alternative history WWI.
Check it outBone Puppets is only currently available via my Ko-Fi, Itch, and website shops. It is one of my favourite shorts, and I really liked the characters. I think this could also be developed into something longer, but for now, it will remain a standalone short story with a limited release.
Horror
You will find my short story, Along the Xylophone Road, in this collection of body horror tales from Black Hare Press. The collection is curated by Bernardo Villela, and edited by Dean Shawker.
My story is about a revenant, dragging itself along a set of train tracks in a desert, looking for the long-distance lover they never got to meet in person before the end of the world.
Check it outI may look at re-releasing this story when I get my rights back for it, or perhaps submitting it elsewhere as a reprint. I do really like it, so it’s one I will be offering Ko-Fi members, and possibly monthly Newsletter subscribers, too.
The Snow Child is a supernatural horror short story, set in a grieving rural village during WWI. It features changelings, fae, and body horror. We follow 2 POVs; one is an autistic-coded child, Alice, praying for her dead brother’s return and that her father never comes back; the other is a guilt-ridden shepherd, Sol, who pressured his conscientious-objector son onto the front line, where he was killed. Both of them face the strange children who appear in a June blizzard, and both bear responsibility for the children’s arrival.
Check it outI wrote this short story for Books of Horror‘s June Pride book box, and released it later as a standalone. If you’re after a short, grim, grief horror with macabre supernatural elements and body horror, this is the one!
The Sound of Darkness can be found in an anthology, F is for Fear, published by Red Cape Publishing. It has been a featured story on Mike Dark’s YouTube channel, and an Eldritch Girl podcast episode, and can be bought as a standalone short. It’s a creepy tale of a man overcoming his childhood fear of the dark, based upon his supernatural experiences of growing up on the Jubilee Estate, Pagham-on-Sea.
Check it outI wrote this for the prompt ‘Common Fears & Phobias’ for the F is for Fear anthology (2020), and I want to explore this concept further in future Pagham-on-Sea shorts.
Overexposure is a Wes/Charlie short story, from Charlie’s POV. It can be read as a standalone, without any context or knowledge of the wider series.
A tale of addiction and obsessive spirals, in which an award-winning photographer meets a man who cannot be photographed, leading her to extremes.
Check it OutOverexposure was shopped out to a few places before I decided it was best as a standalone addition to the Pagham-on-Sea universe, and published on its own. It’s my most popular short!
Folklore of Pagham-on-Sea Vol. 1 is a collection of flash fiction. All pieces are hyperlocal fictional folklore, set in Pagham-on-Sea. It was featured on Folklore Pod, and I have read excerpts on Romancing the Gothic‘s YouTube Channel. I’ve put it on sale for 99p, and it can be grabbed for free during selected Smashwords sales.
Check it outFolklore of Pagham-on-Sea Vol. 1 was always meant to be one in a series of folklore volumes, and I still intend to do a second volume. It is a very slim, quick, coffee-break read. I’ve got some ideas for more folklore to include!
The Reluctant Husband is a novelette that first appeared in The Uncanny and the Dead, an indie anthology that also featured authors Michelle Tang and Hester Steel. It was then published as a standalone, and featured on Dr Rehaminator’s Twitch stream. It is an epistolary, “dark but not dour” cosmic horror, set in Sussex in the 1930s, and part of the Pagham-on-Sea universe. No prior context or knowledge of the series is required.
Check it outI’m very proud of this novelette, and once I regained the rights, I reissued it as a standalone on wide release. This has all the elements of Gothic Horror as well as Weird Fiction; a creepy old house, occult experiments, plans within plans, and a mysterious entity known as the Watcher…
The Sussex Fretsaw Massacre is a novella which began as a standalone, and is now issued in a collection with short stories from Ricky Porter’s childhood and adolescence. It includes Gerald, a story first published in the hardback anniversary edition of The Crows, and other stories first written for my Ko-Fi members.
Check it OutThe novella has been read as an entry point to the series, and can still be bought as a standalone. Here, you’ll find it at the end of the collection, which is structured in chronological order.
You can find all my Ko-Fi fiction here: cmrosens-ko-fi.carrd.co
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The Lights of Greyfare by Juno Guadalup
”Guadalup weaves a path through the liminal zone between not confirming anything and explaining everything, creating a tale that will appeal to fans of gothic, folk, and cosmic horror.”
More thoughts: https://davidjhiggins.wordpress.com/2026/01/16/the-lights-of-greyfare-by-juno-guadalup/
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Journey with us into Victorian London and experience the unbridled horror of this classic tale of terror, as one actor plays both Doctor Henry Jekyll and his alter ego, Mr Edward Hyde.
https://www.thameplayers.co.uk/events/jekyll-and-hyde
Friday 16th January 2026 at 7:45pm
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Gothic Horror fans, this looks interesting...
“The Wolf Will Tear Your Immaculate Hands” is an upcoming gothic horror film by Nathalie Álvarez Mesén, set to be released in 2026.
It is set in the 1860s Pacific Northwest and follows a Native American governess, educated in a Christian mission school, who is hired to teach the two daughters of a British widower. (Alexander Skarsgård plays the widower.)
More about this film:
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#BücherSonntag
Ich lese zurzeit das interessante #Sachbuch "Blutsaugerinnen und Femme Fatales" von Angelika Schoder, das die Vampirfolklore und -literatur beleuchtet, mit speziellem Fokus auf Vampirinnen und in diesem Zusammenhang auch historische Rollenbilder von Frauen untersucht.
Die Autorin ist hier im Fediverse aktiv mit @musermeku (Folgeempfehlung).Das Buch ist nicht mehr überall erhältlich, ich konnte es mir ausleihen.
#Vampir #Vampirin #historisch #Feminismus #GothicHorror #Gothic
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Now watching:
'Frankenstein'
• directed by Guillermo del Toro
• written by Guillermo del Toro, Mary Shelley (Novel)
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• with Oscar Isaac, Jacob Elordi, Mia Goth, Christoph Waltz, Felix Kammerer, Charles Dance, David Bradley, Lars Mikkelsen, Christian Convery.....#frankenstein - #guillermodeltoro - #nowwatching #firstwatch - #cinema #cinemastodon #film #filmastodon #movies #moviesmastodon - #gothichorror - #letterboxd #trakt -
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The Gothic Pantheon wasn’t meant to exist.
Born from hubris, curses, and bad love stories, they became gods.
Dracula, Adam, Cleo, the Wolf, and more — monsters who saved the world by accident.
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Ken and Rob talk about stuff reminded me of this old idea I brainstormed a long time ago. so rewrote it and will submit it as a series of blog articles for your entertainment.https://breadthofpopsanity.blogspot.com/2025/10/gothic-vs-lovecraft-horror-of-all-time.html #GothicHorror #Lovecraft #MonsterPantheon #CosmicGothic #HorrorLore
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It's a personal annual tradition for me to re-watch the gothic romance/horror film "Crimson Peak" by Guillermo del Toro (from 2015).
I did so today, with the lights out, just some tealights burning. I very much enjoyed it.https://www.imdb.com/de/title/tt2554274/
#CrimsonPeak #GuillermoDelToro
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This week I've been mainly reading, no. 263.
Heather Parry's novel Carrion Crow (2025) is a claustrophobic tale of imprisonment & parental betrayal, shaped by madness & Victorian mores. Its a highly structured piece of gothic horror that never lets up & while can hardly be said to be uplifting is a compelling & disturbing read. Not that much happens but what does will make your blood chill.
