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"And then there came to me the crowning horror of all the unbelievable, unthinkable, almost unmentionable thing. I have said the eons seems to elapse after Warren shrieked forth the last disparing warning, and that only my cries now broke the hideous silence. But after a while thee was a further clicking in the reciever and I strainded my ear to listen. Again I called down, "Warren, are you there?" and in answer I heard the thing that brought this cloud over my mind. I do not try, gentlemen, to account for that thing-that voice-nor can I venture to describe it in detail, since the first words that took away my conciousness and created which reaches to the time of my awakening in the hospital. Shall I say that the voice was deep; hollow;genlatinous; remote; unearthly; inhuman; disembodied? What shall I say? It was the end of my experiance, and is the end of my story. I heard it, and knew no more..." This excerpt comes from one of the true masters of the horroe genre, H.P. Lovecrat. But is this type of story truly horror? Or is the Holocaust, a war of genocide led by Adolf Hitler the embodiment of the word horror? Horror has no truly correct definition. It is use to do many things, including describe and emotion people feel, to give unity to movies thatLike to scare people, and to show everything that humanity hates. The only reason that a word such as horror can exsist though, is the fact that laguage is virtual. One word can have a million different meanings behind it, and that is definatly the case with horror. The Ights dim, you snuggle close to your significant other, preparing for the trill of watching a scary movie together. But what is it that truly makes it scary? It isn't the realization that your date has foul breath and a mouth full of metal, it's the horror of the movie. Watching bad things happen to other people while building suspense and having things pop out and yell, "boo" gives people an adrenaline rush. Being scared is a form of horror, however not a large one. The horror genre has come a long way. Originally it consisted of men such as Edgar Allen Poe and H.P. Lovecraft. Back then, horror was compassed more of dementia and madness than of blood, guts, dying and things such as these. Generally put, horror is the classic fear of the unknown. People have always feared death, aliens, and anything else they could'nt classify, quantify,and mae a statistic out of. Another aspect is real life horror, such as wars, near death experiances, and many other tragic, frightening events. Horror is a feeing brought on by fear, being scared, parinoia, and a host of other emotions. People feel horrified when a grusome act is witnessed, when they here of a tragic incident, or in many other like cases. The definition of horror is one most everyone understands, yet the one people find hardest to explain. Horoor is hard to define ans an emotion because it is a feeling, a metal imluse created subconsiously by certain occurances, and can not be properly explained through the use of language, which is a man made invention. People atempt to deine horrror with words, but words arenothingmore than ideas and thoughts slapped togetherinto notions people can pass around verbally. Eventually, man kind will evolve into telepathic conversations, where feelings and thoughts are sent mentally. Until this occurs, no one can define the state of horror using words, no matter haow hard thay try. The fact of the matter is that they really don't need to. Horror has been granted a symbolizim of a certain emotion. When someone says the word horror, you relate it to the specific feelin you both share, yet neither of you can explain or describe. But do to the fact that it is a mutually shared emotion, you will both know exatly what you are talking about. "...heard it as I sat petrified in that unknown cemetary in the hollow, amidst the crumbling stonesand the fallin tombs, the rank vegtationand the miasmalvapors-heard the amorphous, necrophagous shadows beaneath and accursed waning moon. And this is what it said: 'You fool, Warren is DEAD!'" That last excerpt concludes the quote from H.P. Lovecraft, showing one of his dreams he wrote upon awakening. Is this an example of true horror? With the tricky nature of the word and inability to define it, you can only decide for yourself what is and what is not horror. Author: ZerO eFFeCt Age: 16 Location: California E-Mail Address: [email protected] | |||||||||||||||||||
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i am a monster i am a truly terrible thing i have told lies between my riddles played tricks harmless and creul i have cheated myself and others i have infflicted pain upon myself and others intentionally and not i have brought the heavens crashing down on those who i love the most destroyed dreams with the wave of my hand i have caused tears to fall pain to be felt as well as joy i have tricked people into loving me tricked myself into loving people i have seduced both men and women i have detroyed someone as surely as i have destryed myself and what shall be my punishment? i howl and shake my fist at the heavens cursing the names of all the gods and goddesses i have known or worshipped i want my grand trail iwant whatever punishment shall be my ill fated destiny oh what shall it be will dread and glee i wonder to be allowed to become more the monster i am already but i have played all the parts the innocent child screaming whore mother proud and loving the witch sought and adored the saint lost and martyr confused the playful demon and the young lover doomed this play has lost its thrill and i seek finally the curtain the grand ending a finish worthy of me something to leave my mark a remembreance of this terrible thing inside of me | |||||||||||||||||||
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Love is a dream Hoped for but never reached Poeple don't know it Forget they have it Run away from it And claim they are in it But they aren't Our version of it Is distorted and twisted We think of it as a game But it's not It's something we strive for But never achieve We try to grasp it But it slips thourgh our fingers Love is a dream And as a dream Is an illusion | |||||||||||||||||||
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