@@ServiceScape-Creative-Writing I'v been writing out a sort of map of the story beats I want to write, then im going to do a summery, then a rough draft, then trim the fat. its going to be a while but I'll post the story to my watt pad when im finished.
I'm working on a weird, funky, Scooby-doo, cosmic and gothic horror novel that is a mess right now and I have to say these videos are helping me immensely
Here's a quick attempt I made, hope you like it! The Dancers made me I promise she's here. In the corner, watching omnisciently. My words are haunted by the thought of her. Oh how I watched, and she now returns the favour. But I can explain! I do explain. Shadows suffocate the wall. Shadows suffocate me. Where am I again, remind me? The undern'th of the bed is the thought that chokes my mind. Chokes? Choke me she did. Choke her I did. Oh, how the dancing figures haunted me. See the moment I gaz'd I was asphyxiated - I believe 'twas upon her I gaz'd. But I couldn't shake the thought. For around her was the prancing, the watching, the untrustworthy daemons. Is she here? She is where? WHAT DID YOU? Where are you. Where am I? The undern'th of the bed. The planks that support'd her. Stain my mind, but stain not my will, what have you done? All days I must'v watched, for.. how long has't been? She still watches. Where is she? WHERE? She resided in my gaze. By day she would work. By night she would sleep. Lay I did, upon the barren floor, thinking - I must protect her from the dancers, jinn, worshippers of my tempter. In my gaze she resides, when there she is safe. By day I would lay in the corner of the bed. Corner? The corner, she is there! Watching with her serpent-face, the eyes of a reptile plague her mask.. but where is she? She grins sinnishly as I profess my protection - how do I profess if I'm watched by the watched. I will her not to be, I will her to disperse, for around her are the dancers of which I seek to ward off! Oh and the days in which she investigated the under'nth - Oh how they filled me with dread! I was, I am a silent protector. I ward off the dancers. Oh, promise she's there, see her do you not? The corner. The corner of our cylindrical room, but what corner amongst many? The dancers, servants of old lutherf'rd, I have inherited from her. After watching, gazing upon them, I had enough. They must go. They must've gone. Where did they go? Where are we? Could I have sworn to God that we were once minutes ago in the under'nth of her bed? My narrative continues. You believe me. You believe me? You see her in the corner of the room. You must. She haunts me as the dancers did her. 'To rid the dancers, I must rid her,' I did think on the night of the deed. Oh what a dreadful night. The Apollyon worshipers made me do it. Their rituals, Oh you must see them, beautiful as the victim of their hauntings. They drove me. They commanded my every move. With wire in hand, I approached her slumber. The dancers begged me, please don't do it. Haunt me they did, for the weeks I'd watched them. Under'nth the bed had I resided, weeks had I been beneath the victim, beneath the watcher, beneath the watched. Oh how I was tormented. I was the victim, yes. 'Twas not her who suff'red, I did! I should not say this. She's listening. She's watching. She judges. She remembers - what I did, Oh they made me do it! I took the wire to her neck whilst she resided in the land of dream - I took it to her neck and pulled! I hope before she left for God she did not wake! She was haunted, cursed with the dancers, the cursed dancers! She's approaching me.. You see her, do you not? She is angry, oh the dancers' grim appearances plague me with anxiety! Oh the sight is one of terror, you see her, stop her! Please, I beg you! You must do something, for if you do not..! Oh by the curses of Azazel, the fury of Abaddon, she is surrounded by the dancers! The corners.. the walls, oh how they collapse, oh how I fear this moment, Oh how I wish it to stop, Oh how I!
For high school (in Australia year 7-12) we do one creative story a year and at the end of the year and I’m doing gothic horror and already practicing to be creative
"The Lottery" seems like a bad example to use here. (Not to say that Jackson never wrote any Gothic stories -- "We Have Always Lived in the Castle" falls unambiguously into that genre.)
I read the Frankenstein and I didn’t find one thing about it to be “horror”. It is a “science fiction” in my opinion, not a horror. Or at least the horror is so subtle, it is almost impossible to feel today.. Bram Stoker’s Dracula is very different and I think that is the proper classical example of what “gothic horror” is. “Cosmic horror”, as you mention, is very different to “gothic horror”, but I also don’t feel “cosmic horror” is actually achievable somehow.. none of Lovecraft’s stories make me feel “horror”. I think the concept of “cosmically insignificant” is an interesting one, but I also feel it is highly unachievable in practical writing terms.. especially the whole idea of “those monsters or unthinkable things we are unable to understand don’t care about people and they are not evil, but it is actually humans’ insignificance that is the reason why they treat us like ants” is an interesting idea, but I don’t think you can write a story with any kind of clear narrative without there being either some minimal understandability or relationship of horror between the monster entity and the human characters.. there’s a real problem there according to my own explorations of the topic..
As a fan of Frankenstein I feel like it is a good example of gothic horror even if it’s horror no longer applies to modern age. I would have to re read in order to properly explain it but I feel like it’s horror it’s like love crafts were the horror isn’t being immediately fearful or feeling horrifying but it’s a subtle feeling. I haven’t read a love craft book but I imagine it’s horror would be the type were it’s subject sticks with you, were you question ur mortality, purpose and the greater unknown. I feel that both cosmic and gothic horror presents these themes into a readers brains and let them torture themselfs with these questions. Ofc it doesn’t work on everyone but that doesn’t mean it isn’t horror if it doesn’t horrify you
Yo someone tryna write me a gothic horror story just make it cringy and Reply to this comment with one lmao I’ve been doing so much research and can’t write one and it’s worth 6 grades 😢 I need help
its not BS at all. for the same reason philosophers work through thought experiments to understand an arguement, writing fiction can help a writer work through their feelings and their perspectives on certain themes. creating a character that experiences grief, for example, and imagining how they would navigate that and also imagining them learning to live with grief can help the writer understand how to get there themself.
@@a.abarker8387 Very good answer. Thank you. But it is still wrong. Thought experiments are about abstract ideas that are distant from lived reality, feelings on the other hand are what the writer actually feels, there is no need to write something to understand them.
@@mohammadtausifrafi8277 except writing does help people work through their feelings. not all the time of course, but creative writing is a great tool for self reflection. just because you feel something doesnt mean you understand how or why you feel it. writing helps explore those feelings and can also provide an outlet to explore different perspectives on those feelings. theres a reason a lot of gothic literature that was written while the author was dealing with trauma or grief.
That was a bit weird and definitely irrelevant, you seem like you’ve been through this before however it was a bit uncalled for since this was just about gothic horror fyi…..
Your characters eternal smile somehow fits the horror writing videos you’ve done. Its great!
Wow, thank you!
I'm going to try and write a gothic horror that morphs into cosmic horror, where by the end of the story a resonable contractor goes insane.
Go for it!
@@ServiceScape-Creative-Writing I'v been writing out a sort of map of the story beats I want to write, then im going to do a summery, then a rough draft, then trim the fat. its going to be a while but I'll post the story to my watt pad when im finished.
Are you done? Would love to read.
@@prateekyadav9811 had to put it on permanent hiatus because of work and school, i dot have any time or energy for writing a story.
Have you played the game Amnesia?
I have to write a short Gothic Literature piece and this video has been a huge amount of help :)
Thanks!
I'm working on a weird, funky, Scooby-doo, cosmic and gothic horror novel that is a mess right now and I have to say these videos are helping me immensely
Cosmic horror: This thing is so horrifying I'm not even going to try to describe it.
Gothic horror: Minimum four paragraphs to describe a staircase.
Here's a quick attempt I made, hope you like it!
The Dancers made me
I promise she's here. In the corner, watching omnisciently. My words are haunted by the thought of her. Oh how I watched, and she now returns the favour. But I can explain! I do explain. Shadows suffocate the wall. Shadows suffocate me. Where am I again, remind me? The undern'th of the bed is the thought that chokes my mind. Chokes? Choke me she did. Choke her I did. Oh, how the dancing figures haunted me.
See the moment I gaz'd I was asphyxiated - I believe 'twas upon her I gaz'd. But I couldn't shake the thought. For around her was the prancing, the watching, the untrustworthy daemons. Is she here? She is where? WHAT DID YOU? Where are you. Where am I? The undern'th of the bed. The planks that support'd her. Stain my mind, but stain not my will, what have you done?
All days I must'v watched, for.. how long has't been? She still watches. Where is she? WHERE? She resided in my gaze. By day she would work. By night she would sleep. Lay I did, upon the barren floor, thinking - I must protect her from the dancers, jinn, worshippers of my tempter. In my gaze she resides, when there she is safe. By day I would lay in the corner of the bed. Corner? The corner, she is there! Watching with her serpent-face, the eyes of a reptile plague her mask.. but where is she? She grins sinnishly as I profess my protection - how do I profess if I'm watched by the watched. I will her not to be, I will her to disperse, for around her are the dancers of which I seek to ward off!
Oh and the days in which she investigated the under'nth - Oh how they filled me with dread! I was, I am a silent protector. I ward off the dancers. Oh, promise she's there, see her do you not? The corner. The corner of our cylindrical room, but what corner amongst many? The dancers, servants of old lutherf'rd, I have inherited from her. After watching, gazing upon them, I had enough. They must go. They must've gone. Where did they go? Where are we? Could I have sworn to God that we were once minutes ago in the under'nth of her bed? My narrative continues. You believe me. You believe me? You see her in the corner of the room. You must. She haunts me as the dancers did her. 'To rid the dancers, I must rid her,' I did think on the night of the deed. Oh what a dreadful night. The Apollyon worshipers made me do it. Their rituals, Oh you must see them, beautiful as the victim of their hauntings. They drove me. They commanded my every move.
With wire in hand, I approached her slumber. The dancers begged me, please don't do it. Haunt me they did, for the weeks I'd watched them. Under'nth the bed had I resided, weeks had I been beneath the victim, beneath the watcher, beneath the watched. Oh how I was tormented. I was the victim, yes. 'Twas not her who suff'red, I did! I should not say this. She's listening. She's watching. She judges. She remembers - what I did, Oh they made me do it! I took the wire to her neck whilst she resided in the land of dream - I took it to her neck and pulled! I hope before she left for God she did not wake! She was haunted, cursed with the dancers, the cursed dancers!
She's approaching me.. You see her, do you not? She is angry, oh the dancers' grim appearances plague me with anxiety! Oh the sight is one of terror, you see her, stop her! Please, I beg you! You must do something, for if you do not..! Oh by the curses of Azazel, the fury of Abaddon, she is surrounded by the dancers! The corners.. the walls, oh how they collapse, oh how I fear this moment, Oh how I wish it to stop, Oh how I!
Thank you so much I had a story I needed for school 😅 thanks for the inspiration
No problem 😊
I absolutely love this video!! Both informative AND inspiring. Thank you so much, Emma 💖
Glad you enjoyed it!
This video will help SOO much for my exam tomorrow, I can't thank you enough for this.
I'm so glad!
this is more to understand and to write a gothic story. and it is amazed thank for help me to write my ☺owned story
Thanks so much
Super informative and fun to watch.
Cheers!!!
Glad you enjoyed it!
Amazing vid! very helpful... Subbed already!
Thanks for the sub!
It is so clear. Thanks a million
For high school (in Australia year 7-12) we do one creative story a year and at the end of the year and I’m doing gothic horror and already practicing to be creative
My favorite genre ever. Thank you.
Oh this is nice, and her voice is soothing.
Wonderful Emma! 💞
Thank you! 🤗
"The Lottery" seems like a bad example to use here. (Not to say that Jackson never wrote any Gothic stories -- "We Have Always Lived in the Castle" falls unambiguously into that genre.)
Wonderful! Emma!
Glad you like it!
My kind of Horror Genre.
Nice BG music 🎶
Liked and SUBBED!
What is this animation called?
I have an exam tomorrow
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Homely.
I read the Frankenstein and I didn’t find one thing about it to be “horror”. It is a “science fiction” in my opinion, not a horror. Or at least the horror is so subtle, it is almost impossible to feel today.. Bram Stoker’s Dracula is very different and I think that is the proper classical example of what “gothic horror” is. “Cosmic horror”, as you mention, is very different to “gothic horror”, but I also don’t feel “cosmic horror” is actually achievable somehow.. none of Lovecraft’s stories make me feel “horror”. I think the concept of “cosmically insignificant” is an interesting one, but I also feel it is highly unachievable in practical writing terms.. especially the whole idea of “those monsters or unthinkable things we are unable to understand don’t care about people and they are not evil, but it is actually humans’ insignificance that is the reason why they treat us like ants” is an interesting idea, but I don’t think you can write a story with any kind of clear narrative without there being either some minimal understandability or relationship of horror between the monster entity and the human characters.. there’s a real problem there according to my own explorations of the topic..
As a fan of Frankenstein I feel like it is a good example of gothic horror even if it’s horror no longer applies to modern age. I would have to re read in order to properly explain it but I feel like it’s horror it’s like love crafts were the horror isn’t being immediately fearful or feeling horrifying but it’s a subtle feeling. I haven’t read a love craft book but I imagine it’s horror would be the type were it’s subject sticks with you, were you question ur mortality, purpose and the greater unknown. I feel that both cosmic and gothic horror presents these themes into a readers brains and let them torture themselfs with these questions. Ofc it doesn’t work on everyone but that doesn’t mean it isn’t horror if it doesn’t horrify you
this rules
Yo someone tryna write me a gothic horror story just make it cringy and Reply to this comment with one lmao I’ve been doing so much research and can’t write one and it’s worth 6 grades 😢 I need help
Good video, but how can a writer write fiction to understand something? That is just flowery BS, sorry to say.
its not BS at all. for the same reason philosophers work through thought experiments to understand an arguement, writing fiction can help a writer work through their feelings and their perspectives on certain themes. creating a character that experiences grief, for example, and imagining how they would navigate that and also imagining them learning to live with grief can help the writer understand how to get there themself.
@@a.abarker8387 Very good answer. Thank you. But it is still wrong. Thought experiments are about abstract ideas that are distant from lived reality, feelings on the other hand are what the writer actually feels, there is no need to write something to understand them.
@@mohammadtausifrafi8277 except writing does help people work through their feelings. not all the time of course, but creative writing is a great tool for self reflection. just because you feel something doesnt mean you understand how or why you feel it. writing helps explore those feelings and can also provide an outlet to explore different perspectives on those feelings. theres a reason a lot of gothic literature that was written while the author was dealing with trauma or grief.
@@a.abarker8387 I definitely agree about writing being an outlet.
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Why does this shitty drawing looks like is going to tell me that im racist and that i using the "wrong pronouns" on someone 😆
Please touch grass
Kinda irrelevant and uncalled for.
That was a bit weird and definitely irrelevant, you seem like you’ve been through this before however it was a bit uncalled for since this was just about gothic horror fyi…..
You just sabed my life tomorrow i have a góthic literature exam🫶😔
So lucky you get to take a class on Gothic lit