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  We advocate writing the elegant horror story. Terror comes not from the physical realm, but from the mind. The pioneers of the Horror genre mastered the art of the psychological scare, a talent lost on most contemporary horror writers. We feel that violence and strong language should not be used as a replacement for a good story. Our intentions are listed below. I. Revive the classic horror story by encouraging well-written horror. II. Shift focus from the physical to the psychological by decreasing reliance on gore and strong language. III. Establish publishable writers by helping one another master our genre.  Our private forum: "The Library"  Our membership application: "The Cathedral" Our contest: "Tales of Terror: The Scream Awards" Only the light of her candle's flame Showed that anything more distressing should be found Than the usual horror. The others preferred to ignore The depth of the master's pen. And the rest descended into gore. And so the monastery's library was called simply "Forgotten," but it was wrong. The lady Had hidden away, giving at last unto death. Where her spirit prevailed, and she lit a candle. "That strange apparition" the townsfolk would mutter, Never dreaming that the dreary monastic walls Concealed tomes that begot nightmares. Nor that those ill-tended grounds had within The lost and the damned. And had someone told them They would have answered with a shocked, Uncomprehending stare. No, they could not be disturbed; All of their books insisted they were correct. What could unseat their foul verse? Could the fame of modern horror fail To the finely crafted verse of the old way? And nightly she tends her flock. And daily in their study, tomes carefully opened, Weave pure terror, and strive for mastery. Embraced by their dark sanctuary: Learning its craft and prying its secrets. Those that thought themselves horror, had written in gore, Now pondered their fall, at the wicked pen of the Scribes. Now gathering in darkness, Taking in the downtrodden, And creating devils. |
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