Cascade
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My thoughts, some great stories but a few really struck me. I don't really do horror in a ghosts and supernatural sense. Its a personal thing but I've come to realise that there is enough horror in our human flaws, that we don't need to create monsters beyond ourselves. But I love the concept of horror as an integral spur to our imagination and the fact that our minds can conjure terrors (or negate terrors) as we need them.
That impacted my runners up...
@Jo Zebedee- Small Things
Perhaps this story best encapsulates my above thesis. For all the tortures inflicted on the body. It is what is going on in his head that is most powerful. The Knowing. Probably not our authors intention but I immediately thought of the middle east and a hostage, chained, hooded and waiting to be turned into the next piece of hate fuelled propaganda.
@Phyrebrat - The Mourning After
I'm not really sure that I understood this story but the image, and the idea, of mourners being a weight and their grief weighing on the departed, really struck me. I know that Phyrebrat cast it in terms of the narrator being guilty but I took it more widely. What if our grief is a burden to the departed? what if in remembering them and being pained by their passing we are still causing them pain and that every tearful attempt to honour their memory we are causing their soul anguish? Now tell me that concept is not horrific.
@mosaix- Imagine...
I immediately thought of that old urban myth with the dripping and the dog licking the hand. Which was scary, but then my mind turned 90 degrees and I thought of those moments, early in the morning, when you are lying awake beside someone you love. Waiting for them to wake up, hoping they'll wake up soon maybe accidently, tenderly, brushing them with your arm in the hope that they will wake up...
which of course led seamlessly to my winner
@Cat's Cradle - Tea and Clover
Which was such a wonderful, and tender story that the horror almost passes you by. As someone else commented, the detail is compelling. But it also has a depth. Our narrator, knows. He is dead, and whatever it is that has joined her, is not him in any real sense but she keeps her eyes shut. Not to block out the horror of the monstrosity he has become but to block out the greater horror that he is gone.
That impacted my runners up...
@Jo Zebedee- Small Things
Perhaps this story best encapsulates my above thesis. For all the tortures inflicted on the body. It is what is going on in his head that is most powerful. The Knowing. Probably not our authors intention but I immediately thought of the middle east and a hostage, chained, hooded and waiting to be turned into the next piece of hate fuelled propaganda.
@Phyrebrat - The Mourning After
I'm not really sure that I understood this story but the image, and the idea, of mourners being a weight and their grief weighing on the departed, really struck me. I know that Phyrebrat cast it in terms of the narrator being guilty but I took it more widely. What if our grief is a burden to the departed? what if in remembering them and being pained by their passing we are still causing them pain and that every tearful attempt to honour their memory we are causing their soul anguish? Now tell me that concept is not horrific.
@mosaix- Imagine...
I immediately thought of that old urban myth with the dripping and the dog licking the hand. Which was scary, but then my mind turned 90 degrees and I thought of those moments, early in the morning, when you are lying awake beside someone you love. Waiting for them to wake up, hoping they'll wake up soon maybe accidently, tenderly, brushing them with your arm in the hope that they will wake up...
which of course led seamlessly to my winner
@Cat's Cradle - Tea and Clover
Which was such a wonderful, and tender story that the horror almost passes you by. As someone else commented, the detail is compelling. But it also has a depth. Our narrator, knows. He is dead, and whatever it is that has joined her, is not him in any real sense but she keeps her eyes shut. Not to block out the horror of the monstrosity he has become but to block out the greater horror that he is gone.