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  1. Time and place sometimes don't meet. Don't make logical sense. Don't actually exist, maybe? With the horror of liminal spaces doing big things at the box office thanks to the creepypasta-turned-film Backrooms, we're bringing our own Alex Davis out of the shadows for Writing the Occult: Time & Place to talk about those places that aren't actually places. Meet Alex (again) ⬇️

    #horror #liminalspaces #liminality #backrooms #fantasy #sciencefiction #scifi #writers #writing #creativity #creativetoots

  2. Time and place sometimes don't meet. Don't make logical sense. Don't actually exist, maybe? With the horror of liminal spaces doing big things at the box office thanks to the creepypasta-turned-film Backrooms, we're bringing our own Alex Davis out of the shadows for Writing the Occult: Time & Place to talk about those places that aren't actually places. Meet Alex (again) ⬇️

    #horror #liminalspaces #liminality #backrooms #fantasy #sciencefiction #scifi #writers #writing #creativity #creativetoots

  3. I'm writing about the #Backrooms internet #folklore up to and including the 2026 #movie. It's an important #myth for our times, both linked to the ancient #past and to our worst visions for the #future.

    #movies #film #InternetLore #UrbanLegends #LiminalSpaces #MagicalSpaces #KenParsons

  4. I'm writing about the #Backrooms internet #folklore up to and including the 2026 #movie. It's an important #myth for our times, both linked to the ancient #past and to our worst visions for the #future.

    #movies #film #InternetLore #UrbanLegends #LiminalSpaces #MagicalSpaces #KenParsons

  5. medium.com/the-story-well/writ

    A liminal space is any place or moment where something feels in between. A hallway at night, an empty parking lot, a stairwell that feels too still, or a moment when a shift can’t be explained.

    #speculativefiction #paranormal #medium #liminalspaces #writing

  6. medium.com/the-story-well/writ

    A liminal space is any place or moment where something feels in between. A hallway at night, an empty parking lot, a stairwell that feels too still, or a moment when a shift can’t be explained.

    #speculativefiction #paranormal #medium #liminalspaces #writing

  7. Hooked on liminal spaces after watching Backrooms in the theater? Well, Winona Morris from The Butchered Writers has got a book list to keep you satisfied or terrified, whichever way you look at it. Here you go liminal space fans! Knock yourselves out! #backroomsthemovie #liminalspaces #liminalreading #booksuggestions #horror #liminal #readingsuggestions

  8. Peering through the window into an empty office space (lacking even ceiling tiles), like looking into the Back Rooms...

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    #Edinburgh #Edimbourg #photography #photographie #BackRooms #LiminalSpaces

  9. Peering through the window into an empty office space (lacking even ceiling tiles), like looking into the Back Rooms...

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    #Edinburgh #Edimbourg #photography #photographie #BackRooms #LiminalSpaces

  10. Creative Writing: Of Golden Light and Dappled Grays

    I went for a walk today under golden light and dappled grays. Everyone said it would be a beautiful day, and I could feel that. The sky was cloudless, and the grove of trees around the neighborhood diffused the sunlight. It is the one thing I loved the most about the neighborhood I lived in. Always calm and muted. Even with the tranquility, we had lots of visitors. Visitors who always seemed sad, like they were missing someone. The neighborhood was odd. These visitors would show up at the […]

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  11. Creative Writing: Of Golden Light and Dappled Grays

    I went for a walk today under golden light and dappled grays. Everyone said it would be a beautiful day, and I could feel that. The sky was cloudless, and the grove of trees around the neighborhood diffused the sunlight. It is the one thing I loved the most about the neighborhood I lived in. Always calm and muted. Even with the tranquility, we had lots of visitors. Visitors who always seemed sad, like they were missing someone. The neighborhood was odd. These visitors would show up at the […]

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  12. 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 […]

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  13. 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 […]

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  14. 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 […]

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  15. 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 […]

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