Man, horror is hard. I know we were talking some time ago about the difficulties in writing comedic material, but I think horror is objectively harder to do. Even if you fail to stick the landing on a comedy piece, there might still be the opportunity for jokes that get a laugh in isolation from the rest of the material, but horror? Horror stories seem to be an all or nothing proposition, and god damn is it hard to stick the ending. Just look at Stephen Kinghes the most prolific horror author around, and he cant seem to end his stories in a satisfactory manner to save his life : P And thats not even getting into the fact that once you start invoking supernatural elements you need to codify the rules that govern their interaction with the mundane worlds, which threatens to spiral off into time travel-level messes to keep track of if youre not careful. I really like horror, but the overwhelmingly vast amount of it that I actually read/watch/play leaves me feeling unsatisfied, often in ways that I am unable to articulate or specify exactly why I didnt think it was satisfying. Dont mistake this for me claiming to be an aficionado or expert on the genre, however.
For point of reference, I think my single most favorite piece of horror fiction ever is the one-two punch of Dead Space Extraction and Dead Space. Eldritch body horror causing descent into madness in space? Oh god, yes. I cant think of a franchise that squandered its potential and mythos as thoroughly as Dead Space, and it breaks my cold, unfeeling heart.
Moving on
Carlisle: Ah, the Victorian Ghost Story, a perennial classic. I really liked the high-level summary of this, that being old man believes he is haunted by his dead wife, but the twist is that hes just crazy and that shes actually still alive. Thats a good premise the breathes life into what would otherwise be an old chestnut indeed. I think I would have liked to have seen more clues as to the truth of what was happening, though I wanted to highlight the stew as a particularly good bit: At first I was thinking well, thats actually kind of silly that the ghost is making his favorite stew and no one comments, but then in retrospect it became the best evidence that she was still alive. I would have liked to have seen more evidence like that rather than a fight scene. We kind of got a whiff of it with the Valets comments, but not enough for my taste. I was left unsure if the apothecarys blue vial had anything to do with Rolands visions or not.
Chainsawkitten: The motivation of the narrator that drove him to the commit the crimes that he did is wondrous. Not a lot of time was spent dwelling on it, but the time we did have with it was succinct, to the point, and yet still laid out a terrifying psychological landscape that we now know that this guy operates in. The logic is perverse, but not alien; the guy acknowledges that what he does is evil, and agrees that he deserves to pay for what hes done. Its not a comfortable worldview to share, but he does make a fair point that if we accept these things to be true, then what hes done is
Well, not admirable, but it does seem hes found a loophole in a theological argument. What was missing for me was the identity of this other individual with whom he had been trading notes, why they had failed to respond, and what was in the contents of those notes. It made me unsure if there was ever even supposed to be a second prisoner who shared their philosophy, or if he was just crazy.
Crunched: Structurally sound and well-written, but I was left a little unclear about the husbands motivations. From my reading it seemed as though he did not take the loss of the pregnancy very well, but at the same time his wife didnt seem to have much emotional investment in the matter. That disparity seemed strange to me. The fact that he would bludgeon an older man who had broken into their house and knock him down a flight of stairs was believable enough, but then he full on tortures and butchers the guy? Without comment, protest, or really any meaningful reaction from the wife? I would surmise that the trauma of losing the baby has done some psychological damage, but these events seem well beyond the pale without there having been some underlying psychopathy that we were not privy to. I never got to know these characters well enough for this train of thought to be justified to me.
Cyan: Gyah, not kids, man. Not kids. Being a dad has ruined me : / This one kind of reminded me of something out of a childrens horror stories anthology I read many moons ago that was compiled and edited by R.L. Stine (though not written by him). I dont know if they would be quite so unsettling as they were back then if I were to read them today, but OMFG there was some fucked up shit in those books that gave me the heebie jeebies well after I had put the book down. Like those books, nothing in your story is particularly graphic, but you have a relatively helpless protagonist and a mountain of hinted implications looming somewhere behind the reader that cast a shadow on what theyre reading. Plus you harken back to an era where fairies were understood to be sinister creatures, which is always nice to see. I would like to have known what exactly it was they wanted with Janie, however. I wasnt certain if they were simply satisfied to make her dance, or if the dancing in and of itself was supposed to be part of some ritual or have some other purpose.
FlowersisBritish: I think there was a bit of a continuity error where the narrator states that he had the mirror placed in his study, but then he awakes and there are scratches in the floor as though the mirror has been moving toward his bed and back at night? Is his bed in his study? Haunted mirrors are usually a thing that works well for me, as it gives you a wide berth to play with the notion of reality being what you perceive it to be and exploring what happens if something deceives your perceptions completely (Mirrors and Oculus are both serviceable, if not particularly great horror movies in this regard). That said, nothing in this story necessitated that the haunted object be a mirror (practically any object would probably have sufficed), which was something of a disappointment to me. Most of the terror experienced by the main character was the content of the nightmares he witnessed each night, which was not particularly mirror-themed, reliant on mirrors, or playing with the notion of perception as I mentioned above. Its not a bad thing so much as a missed opportunity.
IceDoesntHelp: Bah, dont let not liking what you have keep you from submitting something (though granted, in this case you had something else that you liked more, in which case by all means submit that). Ive had some real stinkers in the past involving terrestrial squids and interdimensional tour buses
Poetry isnt my thing, though, so Im not really able to offer any meaningful critique about it. Maybe our Poetry GAF crossover members can be more illuminating than me : )
izunadono: Im afraid Im among those that must number themselves in the didnt get it column, even after reading your explanation as to the events that were occurring. Knowing that there was something to get colored my reading a little bit, and left me guessing if every oddity that I noted was an intentional clue or simply a mistake. Some of it (i.e. the alteration to once upon a time) purports to be a clue, but most of the rest (describing the village as being on an island to the left of the Japanese mainland, the jump in tense from the first paragraph to the rest of the piece) did not. Even with the benefit of knowing what you were going for, I still feel left out in the cold. I dont know what the deal was with going out the window and having the exterior of the house be wrong. I dont get the significance to the number of stepping stones correlating to the number of people that lived in the village. I dont get the significance of nobody being named except for the possible prank suspects. All I know is that you were going for something where hes trapped in a time loop or something where the speed of time is variable, but I didnt ever actually see the loop. He hears whispering, he goes out of his window, he drowns, he hears the voice and the light. He wakes up, he goes to school, he stays afterwards, interacts with his drowned self, wakes up again, then gets examined with a penlight that mirrors the end of the first dream. Where does it circle back on itself?
Mike M: This story had its genesis in a drive through a forest somewhere out here in the PNW where I saw a similar clearing of dead trees on the side of the road, only instead of the weird structures in the story, there were rocks on top of the broken tree trunks. It immediately set to mind a little forest gremlin who wont stand to have its art questioned or defaced who takes vengeance upon an unwitting vandal, so this is actually a story thats been rattling around in my head for a while. My initial conception was to have it be told from the creatures point of view and for the final structure to actually be composed of limbs and a head rather than sticks and a stone, but I decided against much of that. I dont know what was in the forest any more than any of you do at this point : P I fully agree it needed another scene at least (I would have liked to have addressed where those final branches and stone come from), but word counts gonna word count. Im actually mostly pleased with the way it turned out regardless, and while I dont think its an absolute law of horror, the things that you can imagine are behind events are very frequently more compelling than what can be explicitly stated on page.
Nezumi: Not really a story in and of itself, but a nice snippet of emotion, description, and imagery. Reminds me of that drowning simulator from a few months back where you had to keep scrolling your mouse wheel to stay alive, but the longer you did, the more crazy shit got.
Rock and Roll: The scenario of a pair of sexually active teens walking through a fog-cloaked forest and coming across a creepy abandoned cabin in the dead of night is a familiar trope, but kudos for turning it on its head. With the talk of the Thriller video and talking about greatest fears, I feel like you did kind of a double fake-out; At first it seems like youre setting us up for a Scream/Cabin in the Woods tongue-in-cheek rendition of the genre where it is very self-aware of what it is and plays on those expectations, you twisted our perception again and we ended up someplace else entirely at the end with a relatively mundane and decidedly non-horror story for comedic effect. The dialogue between the two was great, though I felt that they were affecting voices and mannerisms perhaps a little too frequently for me to buy it fully, but I dont think the ending was quiiiiiite deserved. While everything that came before was charming, it wasnt particularly funny to me, and the punch line drops into my lap and the story ends before I even realize its supposed to be a punch line. The passing mention that he didnt really have a fear without much further elaboration wasnt strong enough to carry the reveal on its own to me.
Tangent: Didnt Blargonaut and I just write this story? : P I think the greatest failing of this one is that it came across to me as less horror than dark comedy. No, I take that back, the greatest failing is that you have this story where you set up and establish a conflict where the reader builds an expectation that the two Rosses (Rossi?) are going to engage in a surreptitious battle to the death in order to establish themselves as the One True Ross, but then theres no resolution to the conflict. Only that each of them resolves that they must eliminate the other and the knowledge that the other is thinking the exact same thought at the exact same time. This was all the framing story for the conflict, I want to see the farcical Spy vs. Spy fight that I imagine must follow!
Ward: Seemed kind of a mish mash of parts of a different ideas that I didnt mesh into a whole for me. In particular, theres that paragraph about how his grandfather died that doesnt seem to have anything to do with the rest of the story, save for a mention about expecting to find animated shoes walking about and then he finds a shoe later in the vent. It seems that theres a connection there, but the shape of it eludes me. Putting aside the strange decision to crawl into a vent to retrieve a shoe (why would anyone do that), the nature of the supernatural threat seemed muddled. On the one hand, we seem to have an alleyway that can change its dimensions and characteristics, growing longer and darker as needed, and tightening the pipe around the narrator in the end there. But then theres also some other person/creature in play who is whispering, looking out pipes, maybe leaving shoes (?) as bait. One or the other is threatening in its own right, but both together is overkill for me. On a final note, a first person past tense story where it presumably ends with the narrator dying begs the question of to whom he is addressing it.
Ashes: This was quite the change of pace for you, and I very much enjoyed reading it. The formatting was a pain in the butt to read, however, without line breaks or indentations to indicate when new paragraphs begin. But still, nicely layered political intrigue and reveals, Id like to see a version of this where you conformed to the tyranny of copy editors and manuscript format : P
Grimlock: Who the doesnt see the dentist for the first time until theyre 14? Kinda ruined the joke, even outside of the fact that I immediately saw where it was going : P
The Votening:
1. Ashes
2. Cyan
3. Chainsawkitten