Post your own Gothic shorts below by next Friday. Share your stories and development of conventions! Feel free to comment constructively below each other's creative work. I will post mine by this date too. Watch this space...
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Nina
9/4/2013 10:57:32 pm
The moonlight shinned on my bedroom floor, whilst the cold breeze from the open window blew out 6 lit candles in my bedroom. My heart began to pound as my stuffed animal began to shape shift into rotten animal corps. I could almost hear their squeals as they took their last breath. I knew I wasn’t alone. Something was with me in that bedroom. I felt the presence of something powerful, something which had no shape; something without a name but can I call it ‘something’ if it cannot be seen? I looked at the corner of my bedroom; there was mould, mould which grew larger by every sharp breath I took. It formed a round circle, a passage. A friendly voice began to call my name, “Lucifer, come to me”. This voice was high pitched, broken and old. But for some unexplainable reason, I found myself getting out of bed and walking towards this hole. Was I compelled? Was I sleepwalking? I don’t know. The tree branches hit the window, as I turned towards it; I was lost within my thoughts. I didn’t understand why I was out of bed. “Lucifer” it called my name again, without a doubt I knew I had to go into this hole. The wind blew stronger; my toys flew across my bedroom, but I couldn’t get my eyes off this hole. I put my head inside it and a thousand whispers attacked my thoughts but looking straight ahead, I was a silhouette of a sinister woman. She commanded and silence was restored. I closed my eyes and climbed into this hole. The smell of dead, burnt flesh hit my nose and sent chills down my spine. I opened my eyes and there I was. Back in my bedroom, however, something wasn’t right. I was standing on the ceiling, looking down at myself, in my bed, asleep. First I thought this was all a bad dream. I was pinching myself and waiting to wake up. But then, I saw something, someone crawling from under my bed and into the bed. Touching my face and playing with my black hair. I remember the nights I’d wake up and feel someone breathing behind me. It was her. She was with me, she was always with me. Who is she? “Who are you!?”
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Miss Mee
9/4/2013 11:31:02 pm
Lovely Nina! You have included many of the conventions of the Gothic genre including female victim, light and dark imagery, pathetic fallacey and much more!...I am also glad you changed the name from 'Ben'!
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Sagal
9/6/2013 03:57:21 am
Every night there she stood but this time she was not alone. There was a small figure with her and with a blink of a eye she slowly drifted away into the cold cold night. Was this a dream? A nightmare? I don't know. But I know something is going to happen, I probably deserve it ..
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Miss Mee
9/13/2013 01:57:55 am
Nice use of biblical and religious references throughout Sagal, very Gothic. You have also included an element of the supernatural to really show the confusion of the period. I like the fact that your Gothic heroine also follows the "sweet voice", a classic convention of the genre!
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Amrit
9/12/2013 06:36:32 am
A gust of wind violently bombarded the window, sneaking through the crevice in the surrounding walls . The room was frosty. The window was hazy. The sky was covered by a quilt of darkness . I could hear the rusty gates creek yet I was sure it had been locked by the butler. I went to look out the window to see the gate was flung wide open yet all that could be seen was wilderness . The hairs on the back of my neck stood up like soldiers during a march as I could feel a presence behind me: a ghoul perhaps. My eyes were too scared to turn and look at what my mind was imagining…….”time to pay your debts” it hissed. A jolt of adrenaline rushed through my veins perhaps for the very last time. I turned to see the door bang shut. This was no human! was it a spectre or a poltergeist coming to collect me for my wickedness in my younger years? I could no longer bare the unknown. I had to escape this decrepit old mansion because I was sure nobody would hear my screams outside these four walls. I tried to leave the house but locks had been melted, smeared in crimson. Echoes of silence deafened my ears but then the whispers returned but from the cellar. Before I could think my feet were pacing towards cellar. This was it this was the moment of my demise. I could see the realms of darkness staring me in the face and possibly the devil himself making a special visit to his favourite sinner. Would my life flash before my eyes? Would this mighty entity spare me my last human right? The whisper became the screams and again echoes of silence… I soon realised…..I WAS THE WHISPER.
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Miss Mee
9/13/2013 01:59:40 am
Bloody, gory, spooky and chilling. Well done. A clear use of Gothic conventions throughout. How could you make your language less colloquial and more Gothic in style?
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Sadik
9/12/2013 10:19:51 am
The clock struck midnight and the rain poured down at a rate on knots on this cold winters night. I decided to take the shortest way home down the dark alleyway hoping I come out unscathed. Memories and flashbacks polluted my brain. The sense of inevitability began playing games with my conscience. I put my head down and gathered pace and began praying for the first time hoping it could be my saviour.
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Miss Mee
9/13/2013 02:01:21 am
Good use of pathetic fallacy and a hint of biblical reference. What happened at the end?? This could have been developed further to include more of the classic conventions of Gothic.
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Izzah
9/12/2013 06:07:33 pm
There was light. Very faint light, only so much that would allow us to stumble around in the cold isolated building. It was yellowing, in fact everything was yellowing, slowly wasting away. The air had this peculiar stench, which was disgustingly nauseating. This was no place for us, that had been clear from the start. Outside the wind was howling, however Molly was so eager to explore, "Come on, keep up" she spoke hesitantly. Her tone of voice so high almost as if she was about to shriek with fear. The faint light which was failingly guiding us started flickering, then dimmed. Darkness. Cold, harsh, pitch black darkness.
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