#AScareADay - October 5th - “The Kraken” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

This poem made me remember how, as a kid, I thought that there weren’t krakens and other giant sea monsters anymore, because too many of them died from getting tangled up with ships and injured or trapped by the wreckage.

Day 5 of #AScareADay and it was a lovely little poem 'The Kraken' by Alfred Tennyson.

A short, sweet and sad one.

I did a little reading

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#AScareADay="text-blue-600 dark:text-sky-400">#AScareADay – Day 5 – The Kraken by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

#AScareADay - Day 5 - A short little poem today, by Alfred Lord Tennyson. For my creative response, I thought I would share a little short piece I wrote a while ago, called Sea Skins. It's not a kraken, but it's about bodies and changes,…

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from Faustina: A Fantasy of Autumn in the Heart of Appalachia (1888) by Frank Cowan

Please enjoy this poem about a slug

Newspapers tell of a hunchback peddler named Moses who disappeared in the Pennsylvania mountains. One of the last to see him was a young farmer's daughter. Years later, when she was grown and married, she moved into an old, abandoned log cabin. (1/2)

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Humorous old flash fic that I wrote, loosely inspired by Elizabeth Báthory.

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#AScareADay="text-blue-600 dark:text-sky-400">#AScareADay – Day 4 – The Buried Alive by John Galt

#AScareADay - Day 4 Today's short story is "The Buried Alive" by John Galt (1821). My response to it is an extract from an early novel featuring Katy Porter, which no longer makes canonical sense. But here's an extract!

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#AScareADay - October 4th - “The Buried Alive” by John Galt

I will, preferably, be buried in a bog after I go. But just in case I wind up in a cemetery, please be advised that I am fully in favor of getting dug up by body snatchers, archaeologists, or necromancers (whoever gets to me first).

I'm posting my #AScareADay pieces on Ko-Fi around 10:30am UK time, and my blog posts go up 6:30pm UK time. Today is John Galt's "The Buried Alive", and I really enjoyed it.

I've added something I wrote in 2016-ish for this; a novel that won't see the light of day again.

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Day 4 of #AScareADay and I made a recording (I am aware I need to get better audio recording equipment)

It's a small tale which packs a punch. The thing that sticks with me is the idea of 'waking up dead' and thinking 'This is it. Sentience remains while the body rots.'

youtu.be/j-_bVePx8yk

Today’s #AScareADay, got me reading The Buried Alive by John Galt (1821) ⚰️ A beautiful story about everyone’s worst nightmare- to be conscious while dead. It ends on an electrifying note ⚡️

Read it here: romancingthegothic.com/2025/09/19/t...

You: They did the math.

Me: ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵗʰ

You: What was that?

Me: Nothing.

Me three hours later in a whisper: ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ ᵍʳᵃᵖʰ

'as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly.'
-Black Cat, Rainer Maria Rilke

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