"Maybe there isn't a way," he said, "Maybe all we can do is wait and hope and endure for as long as we're able. The food will run out. Our bodies will fail. And the vine will do whatever it's going to do." -Scott B. Smith, The Ruins
The Ruins is the perfect summer horror to read while you plan your vacation. Remember to bring the right supplies for whatever adventures you get into.
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I have been a fan of literature that challenges me from a young age. It was sometime during my sophomore year in high school that I decided to dip my toes in the obscure waters of philosophy and social sciences. I convinced myself that it was fun and made me look far more evolved than my fellow student body to be reading Nietzsche and Machiavelli rather than actually enjoying some Harry Potter. It wasn’t until my Humanities instructor pulled me aside and attempted to strike up a conversation about an annotated passage from...
May 29, 2019
Thoughts on my first childhood horror (suggestion from author Alan Baxter)
One Halloween, my dad took me and my sisters out trick-or-treating around town. There was one house that always decorated for Halloween and they went all out. My sisters were too scared to go up the small walkway to the porch. We all stood at the entrance and really scoped the place out to see if the candy would be worth the trouble of being scared.
The walkway was surrounded by a makeshift...
2019 Summer Horror Reading Recs
By Ashley S.
You know what I love most about summer? EVERYTHING. I'm just a summer lovin type of gal. But to be a tad more specific, I love reading books that match the season. How else can you get the full experience? If the book describes sweltering conditions, I feel it's only fair that I too am experiencing sweltering conditions!
I've compiled a list of ten books that I think will frighten up your summer. I know, I know, I didn't include...
She liked her men like she liked her coffee: weak, milky, lukewarm. Which summed up me well. I've got all the character of a whiny door hinge. I blame my mother for breastfeeding me too long. But we aren't talking about my mother, unless you're one of those shrinks that think everything is an Oedipus thing. We're talking about Sally Soledad, my lover and leashholder, who was right at this moment doing her best to melt me onto her scuffed mahogany floorboards.
“How many times have I told you to refill the ice when you’re finished?”...