Gothic Americana Meme – Amethyst’s Archive

Ummm could I ask for the Gothic Americana Midwestern? :)

“What do you see on your horizon?” I asked as smoke curled from my lips. The young woman stared off outside my window and sighed wistfully. “My happy ending. My one true love.” “You are far too blind,” I sighed and gathered my cards from my bag. “To see anything beyond your childish fairy tales.” The cardsContinue reading “Ummm could I ask for the Gothic Americana Midwestern? :)”

houndbitch: whoreofabaddon: saphhoria: Gothic Americana Ask Meme Send me an American Gothic and I’ll tell you a story made of true things. Remember if curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back. You’ll get some drabbles from these, though I can’t promise they’ll be “made of true things.” Please do this thing. Source: saphhoria

Gothic Americana Ask Meme: Appalachia

“What waits for you in the dark?” Okay, so He told me you’d get the point of this piece @dawnofstars. I’m trusting Him. Here goes… The journey had been a long one and their feet ached as they took the last few steps. The hills they’d climbed and heights they’d had to scale were finallyContinue reading “Gothic Americana Ask Meme: Appalachia”

Meme Drabble

Southern: “Who is that behind you?” She walked down streets and never feared a thing. She stood in crowds and didn’t mind their closeness. In fact, no one seemed to stand terribly close to her the whole night. The cashier at the fast food joint smiled and then faltered for a moment. “Ma’am, who is thatContinue reading “Meme Drabble”

Deep South and Southern ~ Echo (shadowy-echo)

Southern will get done in a post for simplicity’s sake. Deep South: “Who would you raise from the dead?” – A companion to something @lunac-witchcraft wrote that inspired me. ❤ She made her way through the thick forest as fog hung low in the valleys. The weight of her basket bounced against her leg as she stepped over theContinue reading “Deep South and Southern ~ Echo (shadowy-echo)”

For the Gothic Americana asks- Appalachia, please?

The roads are long and twisted, old and worn like dad’s leather work boots. In the deep woods they wind through there hide all manner of horrors and macabre. The shadow people who step just out of your line of vision as you pass or the unnamed creatures whose eyes glow just before they boltContinue reading “For the Gothic Americana asks- Appalachia, please?”