“Even if you can’t recollect it, dying alters your perspective; you live a life less attached, more forward-looking. We’re all destined to die; it’s just that some have died already.”
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Here Lies Steven Fulton
Beloved Brother, Uncle, Friend
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A surreal exploration into nature and the toll of isolation, posing the question – what happens when we distance ourselves from our own bodies?
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“So you know, the theatre is haunted,” the bar back said.
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The simple story of a relationship between a woman and a man
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One night a towering monster with eyes of coal and claws of jet black rock and skin like the stony ground itself stumbles into a village.
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It is among the most hopeless of clichés, yet not without its certain bleak pointedness, to speak of time in a bar as having, in some way, stalled – the ...
Perched in the cloister walk, two monks sat deciding what Heaven looked like.
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I loved him, up until that third bourbon. He was such a fucking amazing person but jesus he was a mean drunk.
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I have always been haunted by houses, which is fitting – it’s nearly Halloween as I write this. There are seasonal gourds in the shops, pumpkin patches in the fields, ...
This week, Litro Lab takes a look at the Japanese ghost stories of Lafcadio Hearn and investigates the folklore of Yōkai myths, Noh plays, modern urban legends, and horror cinema ...
