Tag archive: Dreadful Thoughts Story Club
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 8: The Vampyre
Poor Polidori. That’s the title of D. L. MacDonald’s (critical) biography of the sometime author and physician we turn our attentions to on this damp, grey and windy night. And a fitting title it seems to have been when one… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 7: The Man Who Went Too Far
“Oh that Aleister Crowley”, my (fictional) grand-aunt usedn’t to say, “He was an awful man entirely!” “Wicked, he was”, she usedn’t go on, “Pure wicked. The baldy head on him and the bulging eyes. He’d give you a bad dose… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 6: Green Tea
I believe that everyone who sets about writing in earnest does his work, as a friend of mine phrased it, on something – tea, or coffee, or tobacco.1 The weary words of the unfortunate Rev. Mr Jennings – a character… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 5: The Monkey’s Paw
From god-like ferrets, to ghostly doggies, and on (this evening) to a “cursed” & withered simian extremity – our mammalian carnival of horrors just keeps on truckin’. More than any of the five authors we’ve discussed thus far, W. W.… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 4: Kerfol
Welcome ye night wanderers, ye fumblers in the deep & fear-filled dark. Welcome to the fourth instalment of the interweb’s dreadfulest story club. On the menu (Mmm…) tonight – Edith Wharton’s shaggy ghost-dog story “Kerfol”. Though, like many of her… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 3: Sredni Vashtar / Tell-Tale Heart
Evenin’ all. Given that one of very short stories up for discussion tonight (“Sredni Vashtar”) concerns a great ferret god who lays “some special stress on the fierce impatient side of things”, it’s probably unwise of me to waffle on… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 2: The Willows
Welcome, once more, dear friends to the second meeting of our most dreadful story club. Though tomorrow may be (for some) a good Friday, this evening we hope to enjoy a most wicked Thursday. After the previous session, in which… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts Story Club 1: It begins…(again)
I say: Come, dear friends. Come and pull your chairs, stools and (noncombustible) beanbags closer to our fire – for tonight we will have much need of its warmth. But wait! Was that a gnarled face I saw flash at… continue reading »
