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Your address will afterward be written on a stone and dropped into a cold, black lake of undetermined depth.
Childhood beliefs have a bad reputation among adults, who view their own pasts with a mixture of amusement, nostalgia, embarrassment, and condescension. “If only I could travel back in time,” the adult sometimes thinks, “and tell my younger self what I know now.”
The child, on the other hand, would sooner welcome a principal with a bagful of spiders than an older, lecturing version of his- or herself.
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New microfiction from The Equinox Society, in which a boy shuts his eyes against a daylight threat.
The high-school library was brightly lit and empty when Martin glanced up from his graphic novel and saw the creature in the aisle.
No one else in school used the library before homeroom. Even the librarian wasn’t yet there. It was a good place to hide and read before class—the only place and time he didn’t feel threatened.
This time of morning, the library windows flooded the room with sun, and Martin’s carrel in the back was warmly lit. The creature in the aisle wasn’t instantly apparent. It was more of an impression—a light within the light, indicating something like a man-sized insect with mantis arms, bulbous eyes, and predatory focus…
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Lots of dark, menacing, and otherworldly stories & pictures for Halloween week at EquinoxSociety.com. Come on over.
“People in the Dark”
The Strange Beauty of Decayed Daguerreotypes
Life, Death, Beyond, and Through
I’m writing a YA ghost novel, as well as a collection of dark stories at EquinoxSociety.com, under the name of William Rook.
Follow along at the site, and please spread the word. I’m also on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram.
And now it stands proven that Satan, or the Red Fiery Dragon, the ‘Lord of Phosphorus,’ and Lucifer, or ‘Light-Bearer,’ is in us: it is our Mind.
— H. P. Blavatsky
And therefore the Mind of the philosopher alone has wings; and this is just, for he is always, according to the measure of his abilities, clinging in recollection to those things in which God abides.
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Along with writing a new novel, I hope to write 2-3 sinister flash-fiction stories at The Equinox Society site every week.
I am excited and intimidated by this plan. Some of those stories are bound to be poor. The best will eventually be gathered into a short eBook with original illustrations from an artist friend. Have mercy on the worst.
Please follow along and let me know when you like something.
BELL WEATHER made this lovely shortlist of Top Sci-Fi & Fantasy Books of 2015. Thanks, Bookpage!
I had some extra oak in the basement, including two sides of a tiny bookcase I never got around to building. I put it all together, stained it, and made an easy-to-browse record holder.
Here is a newsletter of the strange, THE EQUINOX SOCIETY REPORT, because the web is infinite and email is not.
The fear of infinity is apeirophobia.
But an email newsletter is not enough. You cannot smell email. You cannot crumple it into your pocket. An email cannot provide the frisson, the shuddersome intimacy, of a handwritten envelope from a stranger who licked that very envelope to seal it with his or her self.
And so, dear strangers: early subscribers to THE EQUINOX SOCIETY REPORT may request a welcome envelope, in the corporeal mail, containing a button, a sticker, and a handwritten note. Limited quantities, of course, because infinity is fearsome.