Ian
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Hi. I'm Blair. Currently in VT hunkering down from the storm that is the current USA. I write comic books, and as of late, mostly horror comics.

Hm. I wear a half-mask like the Phantom of the Opera, not to hide scarring, but to hide the darker nature of myself.

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greethewriter.bsky.social
Be welcomed to the ethereal music hall! A stringed aperitif is in order… do tell the Symposium what do you write, from where… and what IS, indeed, your wraithful visage for tonight?
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Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question One

Come in, come in! The Phantasmal Symposium has just begun! Settle in the ruined music hall, and tell us – what do you write, from where, and in what ghostly visage have you arrived at our askewed doorstep?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

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abigailtaylor.bsky.social
... and turn, shaking the rain from your brow. You watch, slack mouthed, as the caskets rise from the earth & begin to slide down the hill. You toss up your hands & swear to God. Keeping the bodies from a mudslide was never covered as part of your priestly duties.
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greethewriter.bsky.social
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

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Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question Four

There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse!

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

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deathyboy.bsky.social
Amazing job hosting dude
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olijbooks.bsky.social
Thanks @greethewriter.bsky.social and #HorrorWritersChat. Sorry about the brief crash out at the end.

As brain is fizzling out I’ll just say my book, Station 17, is on sale until Friday here: amzn.eu/d/eErh8FF

And my website is here: olijbooks.wordpress.com

Now excuse me, the spiral begins…
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kathleenpalm.bsky.social
Thank you for hosting the musically creepy #HorrorWritersChat!
greethewriter.bsky.social
Concluding? Oh please! The Phantasmal Symposium’s work is eternal, as is the thirst for alive souls! We are simply twirling away elsewhere…

Now is your time to join us! What do you write? In what crypts can we peruse it? What more do you have to share?

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Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

The Orchestra Has Performed Their Final Piece!
The Symposium hopes you enjoyed our ghastly arrangement in this music hall! There is no algorithm here – visibility is reliant on your engagement.

Have you answered the questions? Do you have something to share? Promote below, and share each others’ posts!

The orchestra shall resume its operations… next week.

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kdbwrites.bsky.social
Sharing my horror collection Next Door via Bookshop because it ships free today! Support indie bookstores 🖤🖤🖤
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bookshop.org/a/1721/97817...
deathyboy.bsky.social
kdp.amazon.com/amazon-dp-ac... I self published a script book on Amazon that’s free on kindle direct. If people read I get money apparently. #horrorwriterschat
deathyboy.bsky.social
You are a seriously good writer.
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trishcwilson.bsky.social
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The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears. The rubbing of the tombstone revealed a child who had died of influenza at 3 y. o. in 1918. Rather than rely on medicine, his parents prayed. You feel despair over a child's preventable death.
greethewriter.bsky.social
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question Four

There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse!

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
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greethewriter.bsky.social
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question Four

There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse!

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
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rebeccacantrell.bsky.social
And yet you persisted, walking to your fate, skirts gathered in one pale hand. Delivering yourself to the monster at the appointed time to save your family, little knowing that you were dooming each generation to carry forward the curse #horrorwriterschat
greethewriter.bsky.social
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question Four

There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse!

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
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amandamblake.bsky.social
I mostly enjoy more modern depictions of ghosts, as in the last hundred and fifty years or so, whether anecdotal or fictional. Ghosts as echoes, ghosts as specters of the dead, ghosts repeating entrenched and violent patterns, ghosts with unfinished business.

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greethewriter.bsky.social
Listen to the Symposium’s finest vocalist, as their tenor bends the living into unnatural angles and swivels them into the air! Tell us, what ghosts do you prefer? Of the folkloric tradition, or those invented by authors? And why?
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Question Three

Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

It is always a delight to see our violinists perform! How the living bend their splintering bones as they float above us all! Tell us, our ghostly compatriots – which of us are better? Of the folkloric kind? Or invented by our shadowy creators?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

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rebeccacantrell.bsky.social
I'm not going to get into the business of ranking ghosts. That's how you call down an eldritch haunting that crosses generations. I love them all equally, like a good mom. #horrorwriterschat
greethewriter.bsky.social
Listen to the Symposium’s finest vocalist, as their tenor bends the living into unnatural angles and swivels them into the air! Tell us, what ghosts do you prefer? Of the folkloric tradition, or those invented by authors? And why?
#HorrorWritersChat
Question Three

Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

It is always a delight to see our violinists perform! How the living bend their splintering bones as they float above us all! Tell us, our ghostly compatriots – which of us are better? Of the folkloric kind? Or invented by our shadowy creators?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
deathyboy.bsky.social
#horrorwriterschat This was followed by my tears as the flames seared my ears and the cheers that followed as the gears churned cuing the burn that turned… well, it fucking sucked to be honest.
greethewriter.bsky.social
Come forth, Baron Crescendo! Let your guitar split the sky open, for more wraiths to dazzle us!

Behold, a note from him, for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Finish it! With word of rhyme, before we dance to the end!

#HorrorWritersChat
Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

Question Four

There he is! Baron Crescendo! Oh how the skies split open to his guitar, how more of us fly in the air! And look, a note from him, just for you!

“The moment you entered the graveyard, the scrape of ancient stone shadowed your ears.”

Well? Go on! Word or rhyme, continue his Muse!

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
deathyboy.bsky.social
Princess Bride… perfect film. You hit 5% of that and the baseline is four stars.
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roseblack2222.bsky.social
#HorrorWritersChat I prefer ghosts that like to have fun on this earthly plane.
greethewriter.bsky.social
Listen to the Symposium’s finest vocalist, as their tenor bends the living into unnatural angles and swivels them into the air! Tell us, what ghosts do you prefer? Of the folkloric tradition, or those invented by authors? And why?
#HorrorWritersChat
Question Three

Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

It is always a delight to see our violinists perform! How the living bend their splintering bones as they float above us all! Tell us, our ghostly compatriots – which of us are better? Of the folkloric kind? Or invented by our shadowy creators?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
deathyboy.bsky.social
Ghostly jazz dance club five
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trishcwilson.bsky.social
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Your description of the Symposium sounds like a ghostly jazz dance club. 🕺

While I love ghostly folklore alone, I like a combination of folklore and the writer's imagination. Things won't be predictable. I also like non-European ghosts. They're fascinating.
greethewriter.bsky.social
Listen to the Symposium’s finest vocalist, as their tenor bends the living into unnatural angles and swivels them into the air! Tell us, what ghosts do you prefer? Of the folkloric tradition, or those invented by authors? And why?
#HorrorWritersChat
Question Three

Art by Jelle Husson, featuring a haunted monastery of many sharp-tipped towers scraping at the midnight sky. The largest is in the centre of the structure’s roof, whose walls are painted white. The monastery is located above a hilly terrain of dark stone and dark green moss. A stony, twisting road leads to the monastery.

It is always a delight to see our violinists perform! How the living bend their splintering bones as they float above us all! Tell us, our ghostly compatriots – which of us are better? Of the folkloric kind? Or invented by our shadowy creators?

No links, covers, or self-promo! Leave that for the end! Quote the post & include the hashtag!

#HorrorWritersChat
deathyboy.bsky.social
It did for Estelle too. But halfway down I realised she served a better story purpose.
deathyboy.bsky.social
I like those places but they’re a good metaphor for Hell
deathyboy.bsky.social
Die Hard. Holly really made that franchise.