#ghostreader

[nylahatesithere]

I need to start posting on here.. I’m like a ghost

[afyrian]

ive been ghostreading for a while (blank account, didnt have the motivation to fix it up) but ur fics are so amazing :(((

the aesthetics are always on point too ur entire blog is so cool !

aww thank you so much for everything <33 i am so happy you enjoy my fics and my aesthetic 🫶 (i love making a blog aesthetic, my favorite part)

and your purple aesthetic is just adorable!! i absolutely love the stars <3

[antimonyantigone]

“ Hits: 1 Kudos: 2 “

are you sure 

like...are you sure

[sangunary]

- Hush now crybaby.

Yandere batfam x ghost Reader!

IMP: Little scenarios that happened after your death. This is a little scenario from my previous story 'Hush now crybaby' :3.

It was around midnight, Tim was still awake as he was trying to ignore his guilt by over working himself.

*Tim who was drinking coffee for the sixth time after dinner*

GhostReader: "I already told you to not substitute water for coffee!"

Tim screaming at the top of his lungs because not only did his dead siblings suddenly appeared infront of him to scold him... Their voice was.. extremely unpleasant and he was high on coffee.

After Tims award winning scream the whole family was awaken from their slumber, hurriedly went downstairs just to see Tim in a fetal position on the ground.

Dick: "Oh God! Little bird what happened?!"

Tim: "It's not my fault coffee taste better!"

Jason: "This is likely the result of being high on coffee, meth is better"

Damian inside his room, a ouija board and your favourite teddy besides him.

Damian: "Listen carefully, You will get inside this Teddy and make us happy again"

GhostReader: "Why can't you just start a conversation like a NORMAL PERSON??"

Minutes later Damian was playfully bullying Reader to go inside the Bear.

Dick who was weeping on his bathroom floor for dramatic effect holding Reader's clothes in his arm's.

Dick: "Oh God, im a terrible older brother... I don't deserve to live... My baby im so sorry it should have been me instead of you..."

GhostReader: "I can't tell if he's mourning me or using this opportunity to rehearse for his acting career...."

Dick who was still mumbling and crying really hard leaving a very visible wet stain onto the dress.

GhostReader: "Even for you this is really pathetic and hard to watch... Im getting uncomfortable I must leave"

Jason introducing the whole family to the outlaws because they kept on insisting.

Jason: "And my favourite rat... Reader"

Arthemis: "Aw, she's cute... Im so sorry for what happened. I wish I could see her"

Jason: "Oh don't worry... Cause she's right here"

Jason pointing at a random corner of the room with full confidence.

Arthemis whispering to Roy.

Arthemis: "I didn't knew mourning makes you delusional"

GhostReader: "Im actually over here Jay"

Roy: "Oh my fucking God! That is the BIGGEST rat I've ever seen in my life!"

During any celebration or event Reader love's to ruin the photo one way or another... She found it hilarious but it's really creepy.

Bruce: "Perfect... We'll hang it on the wal- We need to retake this"

Reader who ruined the picture by merging with Bruce in the picture.

Tim: "THAT was the sixth time! We're going to die if we have to keep smiling like this!"

GhostReader: "I thought I looked really good in the picture..."

[satorusugurugurl]

Romance for the Recently Deceased

Summary: When Choso and his family Move into a farmhouse on the countryside. He’s very pleased to find a ghost living in his attic.

Characters: Kamo Choso x AFAB!ghostreader

Warnings: Language, mentions of death, drowning, sex, ghost sex! 😘

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N Kinktober day 10! Beetlejuice! So I kinda took some themes from Beetlejuice and made it a short romance! Like parts from the movie and musical.enjoy!

Moving to the countryside had been a complete shock to Choso. He had been frustrated leaving behind Tokyo and all of his friends. But seeing Yuuji and the girls running around the halls in the large countryside home made it tolerable. Well, that, along with the attic.

They had been living in the house for nearly a month, and the last moving truck had brought the rest of their stuff from Tokyo. Choso walked in, holding a bag full of books in one hand. He had just returned to town after walking the kids to school when he heard footsteps from the kitchen. He followed them, rolling his eyes as he watched his adopted dad’s Gojo and Suguru fighting over a box full of plates.

“They’re original Suguru, plus they’re super cool and fitting for the house!!”

Suguru snarled before yanking the box of plates out of Gojo’s hands. “Satoru, if you don’t let me gut out this house and make it my own, I will go insane, and I’ll take you with me.” Upon hearing that, Gojo promptly releases the box with a pout.

“That’s just cruel. The last owner of the house must’ve loved them. I don’t see why we have to give them away.” Choso shot a glance towards the stairs. “

“Well, that person doesn't get a day on what tableware we use now.” Suguru huffed, blowing some of his bangs out of his face. “We have our plates, and people in desperate need of plates could use these.”

Yeah, that was something you would say.

“Hey.” Choso finally announced his presence, walking into the kitchen and heading straight for the fridge.

“Hey Cho, ya’ get the kids to school, okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll pick them up in a bit too.”

Choso grabbed a bottle of water before slowly making his way out of the kitchen. “Oh, Choso, have you seen the skeleton key around? The realtor said she dropped it off, but we can’t find it anywhere..” Suguru asked just as Choso rounded the corner to bound up to his favorite part of the entire house. “We wanted to get up to the attic to clean it out. But I can’t find that damn key.”

Choso gently grabbed the edge of the wall, pulling himself back to look into the kitchen, ignoring the weight in his pocket because of said skeleton key. “Nope, I haven’t seen it all.” His adopted father shared a look before shrugging.

“Oh well, we’ll get to it when we can.”

Yeah, there wasn’t a chance in hell they were ever getting into the attic. That was going to be a sanctuary, the one place that was left untouched by their hands. Even if he had to change the locks continuously, he would.

Because that was your space, you were the house's original owner before death. All your items were there, and you had made yourself a lovely little studio apartment—one that Choso found peace in. The attic and you had been the best part of this move.

When Choso first moved in, he was given the skeleton key by the realtor herself. He fully intended to use that key to get into the attic, which was mysteriously still locked, no matter how many times they tried to open it and make it his space—having three younger siblings and two adoptive dads who were constantly on top of each other. It made it difficult for him to find peace aside from the college courses he took online.

He can still remember that day you met. He had opened the attic door with ease. Slowly creeping it open, it was surprisingly dust-free. That itself should’ve been his first sign that something was going on. There was a sudden crash from off further inside before you came, stumbling out, wearing nothing but a sheet with holes in it. Choso was surprised to see somebody was in the attic.

“What the hell?” He asked, more annoyed than scared at this point.

“Oooooh~~!” You wiggled your arms underneath the sheet, trying to be menacing and scary. “I’m a scary ghost! Begone human!”

Choso snickered, pinning a brow at you as he crossed his arms over his chest. “This is supposed to be scary?” he questioned, biting back a laugh as you stomped your foot on the ground.

“Yes!”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, honey bee, but it’s not.” He shook his head, pulling his cell phone out and snapping photos of you. “What’s going to be scary is when Suguru finds out you put holes through his Egyptian cotton sheets.”

Choso flipped through his camera, looking at the photos he had just taken of you, surprised to see your feet weren’t showing up. He zoomed in and out and realized that not only were your feet invisible, but your little hands peeking out from under the sheet weren’t visible either. He blinked, looking back at you with curiosity.

“What are you?”

That’s when you pulled the sheep down, revealing your pretty face. “I’m a ghost, dammit!” Choso couldn’t help but stare. You were so lovely, your skin was flawless, and your hair was beautiful; the frustration that was etched into your features was cute.

“You don’t look dead when I imagined seeing a ghost dealer usually mangled their gross and decaying.”

“Well, I guess I’m one of the lucky ones!” You paused for a long moment. “Wait.” You blinked, eyes going wide. “You can see me?!”

“Yeah.” Choso grinned while walking towards the sofa and flopping down on it. “Ya’ know, you’re really pretty for a ghost.”

He swears that even to this day, he watched you flush at his compliment. “W-Well, thank you. But you’re kinda strange” You folded the sheet up and placed it on a table with a stack of books.

“I myself am strange and unusual. I’m Choso, what’s your name?”

That night had been the beginning of your strange and unusual friendship. One that was constantly full of laughter and jokes. Along with heartache over what had happened to you. You weren’t allowed to leave your house for the next fifty years, stuck on earth until it was your time to go to the afterlife. And the seven months had been exhausting. You couldn’t remember a lot about your death. But the people in town said you had saved a little boy from drowning in the river just by your house.

So many people called you a hero, but you just saw yourself doing the right thing when no one else would. That, along with your personality and looks, made it relatively easy for Choso to fall in love with you. A ghost of all people. But that didn’t change how he felt about you.

No matter what happened, he would ensure your attic, the space that had grown to be both your space sacred. He would never take that away from you because he refused to let anything happen to you.

Reminiscing over the last month made the long path to the attic stairs short. As he approached the door, he was welcome to buy the soft beat of the music playing, only loud enough for someone to hear if they approached it. He knocked three times before opening the door with the skeleton key in his pocket.

“Hey, I’m back.”

Choso looked around the attic, finding you swaying to the music as you dog through one of the mini boxes still lingering around the attic full of your stuff. You were so cute in your maroon hoodie and leggings. You hummed to the lyrics he didn’t care about before he snuck up on you, grabbing you by the waist.

“Ah!” You screamed as he scared you, the ghost of the attic. “Oh shit Cho you scared me!”

He hummed with a soft chuckle before bearing his face in the side of your neck. For some unknown reason, he was able to touch and feel you. Making it so much easier to fall for you, even if you were a ghost. He inhaled deeply, pressing kisses along your neck before you leaned back into him, letting him lead you around the attic toward the couch.

“God, I miss you, " he whispered, holding you close. I missed you so much.”

You melted into him, for once feeling human. You hummed, wishing you could be more to him than he was to you. Alive and real. But to Choso, you were alive and very much real to him.

“Did you have a good morning?”

“Mhmm, I got the kids to school before I stopped at the bookstore and grabbed the newest book in your favorite series.”

You gasped, glancing at the bag he had brought in earlier. Choso honestly spoiled you in every way, shape, and form. “Oh my, you're the best!” you rolled so you were sitting on your knees, looking down at him. “What could I do to repay my big, buff, gothyfriend~.”

He smirked, flashing you his white teeth, “You want to thank me.” He grabbed you by the ass and pinning you underneath him on the couch “I think I know how you can.”

He hovered above you before slipping your leggings. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as he tossed them across the room. Every little thing the man did got you going; from the most gentle touches to the talking, you were constantly wet and willing for him. He yanked your panties down before settling between your legs, moaning as he pressed his nose against your curls. His hot breath and stubble tickled your thighs and pussy as he inhaled.

“God, I want you constantly,” His tongue darted out, licking ever so slightly at your folds, “you have no idea how down bad I am for you.” He breathed against your cut, pressing his tongue flat against you and sliding it up and down your pussy.

Choso licked and lapped at you till you were a withering and sweaty mess. He had complete and total control over your body, bringing you close to the edge of an orgasm before pulling back. He knew how to touch you. That tracing slow lazy circles over your clit drove you insane; how to quicken the pace and when to stop before you went over the edge.

‘Choso, please,” you pleaded, “I need you, fuck me, please.” it came out as a wordless moan, but you still managed to get the words out. He leaned back, licking the traces of your wet arousal off his slightly swollen lips, “Please.” you begged, reaching up and tugging at his shirt.

That was all the encouragement he needed as he stripped quickly, ridding himself of his clothes. He was bare naked now, sitting in front of you, his hands pulling away your bra and t-shirt, leaving you completely bare in front of him before Choso lined himself in front of you, his forehead against yours as the tip of his cock pressed against your opening.

‘I need you too, Honey-Bee.” He whispered as he pushed himself into your aching wet cunt, pushing himself in until he was balls deep inside of you. You both panted against one another's lips, taking in the feeling of becoming one with each other before Choso started moving against your much more relaxed body.

His thrusts were lazy, rhymed, and slow-paced. In and out of you, he was making sweet love to you. As his hips moved, Choso placed sweet-mouthed kisses against your lips and neck while he grunted and whispered your name against your cool skin. Your fingers scratched into his back while the heels of your feet dug into his ass, pulling him deeper inside of you and bringing you to the edge of a powerful orgasm; you whimpered, biting at his shoulder as he kept you on the edge, not quite ready to let you cum just yet.

“Choso, fuck baby.” His slow pace began increasing as he started grunting himself, all while trying to hold back, “fuck me right there, please.” you gasped out as the head of his cock brushed against your g-spot, “Choso, nnngh fuck baby.” he thrust deeper and harder against that sweet spot until you were clamping down on him cumming hard. “Choso.” You were about to start screaming his name to the heavens, but he silenced both of you by sealing your lips together as he followed you over the edge.

The warmth of his seed coated your walls as he grunted into the kiss, continuing to thrust, milking himself inside of you. All the while, you whimpered and moaned into his mouth as you pulsated and clamped down on him. The two of you worked each other through your orgasms before he collapsed on top of you, panting roughly.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” he whispered, holding you close ‘God, I do. You’re the best thing about this whole move, and I hope you know that.”

“And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me while in life and death. I think I’m falling for you too, Choso.” You both lay there in silence, content and happy that he was in your attic, where you met the man of your dreams.

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@candy-s72

[scrollwyrm]

So I realized... I don't actually have an OC? So I went to an OC Generator and I hoped you could draw him for me since I have no drawing experience and your one of the best I know.

Here's the description the generator came up with:

Ghostreader is a large, very thin adult male NightWing. He is 35 years old. He has dark blue scales and his underbelly is cobalt blue, his eyes are golden yellow, his wing membranes are black with stars scattered about on the membranes, and his spikes are dim gray.. Ghostreader has no special powers.

Ghostreader has no jewelry, and wears chainmail armor. Ghostreader has a belly scar.

He has no other defects.

He has swirls above his eyes. He is often seen as average-looking by his own tribe, while other tribes believe he is extremely beautiful.. Ghostreader walks very slowly and tiredly. He has sharp scales.

He's pretty! (Sorry, the spines are a lil darker than intended.)

[kulemiwrites]

Hi, Folks!

I’m not really sure if anyone even noticed that I was gone but if you did- and it mattered to you, I’m back and I’m sorry to have left so short notice! I was (and still am) going through some pretty massive life changes and really wanted to focus on myself. Having Tumblr around during that time was a distraction that I didn’t need– even now, I’m taking it in small doses.

When I deleted it at the time, I wasn’t entirely sure if I'd ever come back. Hell, I was 100% sure that I wouldn’t but I think what I need is to just do things differently.

I’m not saying that I’ll come in posting new fics right away! At the very least, I would like to start by reuploading my catalogue, especially because during my very short hiatus I had people saying that they missed being able to go back and read my old stuff.

Though, yall, let me just say– it was never truly gone. If you wanted to find them, they were still on Wattpad and AO3 the entire time. I never touched them!!

Anyway, upon my return, I'll try to be considerate of others in the tags. I'll limit my reuploads to about once a week. Sundays only. That gives potential new readers a sense of normalcy and old readers a chance to find me should they decide they want to.

Of course I'd like to post some new stuff- I've even flirted with sharing original stuff (but I think I'll need to cultivate the right audience for that) however it's not on the schedule at this time. Once it is, I'll pop in with an update!

The reason why I am not making any grandiose promises right away is for the sake of my own peace. I want to be able to relax and ease into running my blogs again, especially knowing that I have a whole slew of new responsibilities to take care of outside of this site. I think doing otherwise would just place a bunch of unnecessary stress onto my shoulders and invite those long bouts of writer's block that I kept falling into before.

I welcome all of my past followers with open arms but I will say that I am grateful to be starting over from scratch. The follower count to engagement ratio did not spark joy and I’m pretty sure a lot of it had to do with the fact that a big portion of those people not only ghostread but many of them also were just not as engaged in the fandom as they used to be and didn’t bother to unfollow. The latter is not something I fault anyone for, hell I was guilty of that myself. 

I look forward to restoring my masterlist!

Happy to be back. <3

-KW

[abyssmalice]

// genshin spoilers (because i thought tweeter was dead enough that id never see anything just by scrolling my tl and YET)

(i was here FIRST with the people-leyline fusing bs mihoyo you fuckers i know you're reading my blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHOW YOURSELVES WHO IS GHOSTREADING MY BLOG FOR IDEAS ITS BEEN FIVE YEARS OF ABSURD COINCIDENCES AFTER ANOTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

on a side note, me with my capifreyja agenda like: >:)

nothing more romantic than that. oh my god. i can't. im really gonna lose my mind.

i almost hope that the spoilers i saw on tweeter were all fake or i misinterpreted them due to not being caught up dsugdsyudsygyuds)

[chicspo]

Dear Loreta!

First, I wanted to say, that I have sticked with you and all of your wonderful accounts from the very beginning, after I accidentally found one of them scrolling through the internet. I have always been a silent observer — and have never had any social media (I will delete this account right after you hopefully saw this) — but I really couldn’t help and give some thoughts on the typology situation. Maybe, it helps!

From my observation, you are a rather clear ISTP: The Ni doesn’t seem like it’s on dominant position, since your attitude is almost too pragmatic, grounded and laissez-faire, as opposed to the more detached and impatient nature of Ni-doms. (There often is a natural sense of inner pressure and duty, within Ni-doms, which makes it more difficult for them to find inner peace — at least, until their ideals are matched — wich truly means… never.)

Of course, I don’t know you, but I think, your Ni is just very well developed — wich can be observed amongst many Istps, because their dominant Ti almost always craves Ni for creative and meaningful purposes: You set goals for the future (Ni), but they don‘t seem to interfere with your regular present life (Se). — This would also explain, why you believed to be an Intp years ago (if I remember correctly), since those tests always fail to distinguish between highly developed and actual intuition.

As for your feeling and thinking functions: When giving advice, you have been continuously following an inner logical system (which is the embodiment of Ti), while the way, you analyse more emotional topics speaks for Fe not Fi — I see much more of “I treat everyone the way, they want to be treated” (Fe), than “I treat everyone the way, I also want to be treated in return” (Fi) in you.

Being mysterious is a trait I very much associate with Istps too! — And has little to do with Mbti.

I’d highly suggest you, to read the original descriptions by CG Jung (if you haven’t already), since Meyers has sadly twisted and warped them forever.

Sending you all my love! 💐🦦☕️ (Now, I will go back to being a ghostreader ;^) )

this was so cool to read omg!!! i think ur arguments are very convincing and i agree my ni isnt that high in my stack its just well developed. ur so sweet i love u ill read the original descriptions by jung

[ghostreader16]

"You know what? DIE! You can just go off and die for all I care!

Please just... don't do it for anyone else. Don't do it for me."

[fairykazu]

omg hey fellow spiderverse our beloved summer ttc beabadoobee romcom enjoyer !! lol if u couldn’t tell I did a little exploring on ur main blog after I got the follower notif 🙂‍↕️ both blogs are absolutely gorg <3 honored to be a new moot

OMG HI!! i just bingeread most of your smaus (apologetically im a ghostreader 😢💔) and i was geeking the freak out 😣😣

also, ree, i love your theme its so pretty!

[nereidprinc3ss]

did a brief ghostread (i WILL be going back to interact and read in-depth cus omfg it’s so good) of your series to see if i’d enjoy it and can i just say i admire you so much and want to praise u and am asking for your hand in marriage.

a major pet peeve of mine in fanfictions is how so many writers portray the character they’re writing so inaccurately to the point that it feels like a fic for someone else entirely. i mean obviously each to their own i am in no place be judgemental or a hater but i am so so protective over my hyperfixations it just makes me rip my hair out!!!

from what i’ve seen so far you’ve nailed the whole “spencer-being-sexy-whilst-also-still-including-his-goofy-aah-internal-monologue-about-statistical-analysis-and-shit”. like okay maybe ur huddled in his brain and picking at his psyche like me…

i’ve found it so difficult to find fics (ESPECIALLY in the smut category) that actually feel in character for him or include his quirky qualities without infantilizing him, so thank u very much and now i shall go back and properly read ur fic

- ali :)

hiiii!! thank you so much for this, i’m glad you enjoyed it and YES his characterization in fic can be hard to nail down and i think everyone is allowed to interpret his character however they’d like and extrapolate on whatever aspects of it interest them, but i agree that sometimes i read a spencer fic and it’s simply not giving spencer reid in the way that i want him to be in my head HAHA

so i try to remain at least semi loyal to the source material, sometimes i diverge more than other times but overall i love him for him!! he doesn’t need to be a completely new guy!!

[writtenbyan-aries]

not a request, but so excited for ur ghostreader fic. ur like the best sam/colby writer on here 😭 love ur works !!

Oh trust me. I am ready to get it out. I was up all night typing and I’m still not finished, I’m almost done, maybe.. I hope! I’m so excited to get this one out.

[ddejavvu]

*bangs head on table*

look-  I don't wanna put anything more on your plate, but if this turns into a series where they fall in love, I need this so desperately-  I know that that is not possible, but maybe the ghost somehow is able to possess a dying body and come back to life idk man, but I need it

https://www.tumblr.com/ddejavvu/722115496944828416/i-havent-seen-anyone-write-ghostreader-helping

i'm so glad you liked it! this gave me the awful heart-wrenching thought that maybe ghost!reader's body was cremated or otherwise destroyed so she had to possess someone else and she chose maeve and then spencer spends the entire time trying to figure out if he's in love with reader or with maeve :)))))

[mywons]

&&. RULES !

please be at least 12 to follow, and no older than 21. to dm, be 13-20, as that's what i'm most comfortable with unless i give you permission to do otherwise.

if i make a mistake in one of my fics, (typos, misspellings, leaving out a tag/warning) it is not rude to tell me !! please do say something.

my asks are always open to anyone, just don't send hate to me or any of my moots.

i only write for enhypen right now, but there are some groups/idols i may be comfortable writing for if you ask.

i don't care if you ghostread, do wtv you want honestly.

i usually don't follow ppl back unless i look through their account, which i don't do often !! if you wanna be moots, just ask, i'll more than likely say yes.

my asks are not only for requests, you can send me thoughts you have. anons are more than welcome.

i don't have a specific writing schedule—i write when and if i feel like it, so please don't think i'm ignoring your ask !! it may take me a while to get to it, and if it's something you really want done, you can dm to personally ask!

i'm a sfw blog. please don't send me any hard thoughts. wtv you read is your business, i don't want any parts though.

please don't spam like.

heefys © 2023 ## please do not plagiarize my works.

[poetikken]

INN:

Skeleton crew (Stephen King)

Korte grøss (Aamodt/Svingen/etc)

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Jeg har fortsatt ikke fått helsehjelp og er altså fortsatt svimmel og tåkehode, og så har det lille av energi tilgjengelig rent ut i å sende kranglebrev til sykehud som av en eller annen grunn ikke VIL gi en jern-infusjon til pasient med uttalt jernmangelanemi. Det er selvsagt kjempegøy og vidunderlig for å få gjort noe arbeid.

Tenker på å lage en liten greie om horror og hvordan både Draug og Harpa har elementer av folk horror.

(Og hei, det islandske ordet for ghostreading er...draug-lesa. Øh, og ghostreading er å lese uten å kommentere - relevant for feks nettsteder hvor tekst deles for kommentarer/likes, eller bare å lese gjennom en chat uten å si noe selv. Men altså, draug-lesa!)

Harpa bruker folk horror-elementer som bygd (landlig, en markant skepsis til byfolk), en outsider som ikke blir informert om alle relevante faktorer i tide, en sterk lokal tro/fortelling om Noe I Skogen, og det lukter blod og råte. Døden i folk horror kan være seremoniell, men som regel også brutalt primitiv- bitt, slag, brann, drukning, etc. En del av kjernen er dvelingen ved at folk er i stand til å ane noe større og sterkere i verden av typen som gir grobunn for ritualer og ofring - men denne løftingen av sinnet gjør ikke menneskekroppen til noe større og sterkere selv. Det er veldig, veldig lett å ødelegge hele skrotten i en alminnelig skog.

Det er ofte et uklart skille mellom Den Skumle Kraften/Fortellingen og lokalbefolkningens måte å håndtere den. Enkle eksempler er filmer som Midsommar og Wicker Man, men også Shirley Jacksons klassiske novelle The Lottery.

(The Lottery får meg alltid til å tenke på Omelas, men Omelas holder en gigawattlampe over det som blir liggende i skyggene mellom ordene i The Lottery. Omelas skriker spørsmålet den stiller, mens The Lottery bare skildrer en lignende ofring-for-samfunn uten å skrive bylines.)

Draug er en veldig godt gjennomført folk horror, med den virkelig særpregede settingen i avsidesliggende kystsamfunn i nord-norge. Jeg liker denne boka mer om mer etter lesingen - hovedpersonen holdes i mørket om en historie som veldig direkte rammer ham, det nifse arbeider igjennom menneskene han allerede vet at lyver eller skjuler noe for ham, han blir ensom og undres om sin egen tilregnelighet.

(At det er kyst gjør dette også unektelig litt Lovecraftian, og det ER en kraftig subsjanger-kobling/overlapp. Hans isolerte bosetninger av litt snåle, litt fiskete folk med særegen religiøs praksis er jo 100% folk, det som gir det kosmisk-merkelappen er at det hele er en DEL av den store og grufulle verdenen. Det ble påpekt i et panel jeg var på at verdensrommet i menneskers forståelse vokste noe enormt i L.s levetid, og den opplevelsen ER skummel. Man trenger jo ikke lete lenge for å finne fortellinger i flust av sjangerformer som bygger på et forferdet gisp når det viser seg at 'vi var bare ubetydelige maur hele tida'. Gufset finnes nesten garantert i fortellingene om teskjekjerringa, men jeg må nesten gå tilbake for å se helt sikkert om hun er i direlte fare for å bli tråkket ned eller lignende fordi hun ikke blir sett.

AAaanyway

Dette har jeg taster med en tommel på mobilen mens jeg ligger her vissen på sofaen. Kan det la seg gjøre å skrive fiksjon på denne måten også? Evt teste diktafon? Jeg bør vel PRØVE.

Dessuten har jeg en kindle scribe nå! Det er veldig, veldig stas, og jeg begrunnet bruktkjøpet sånn delvis med studier, men siden våre kompendier er scannede sider og ikke søkbar plaintext er det liiiitt mindre nyttig. (Ikke egentlig en klage, jeg har full forståelse for at å ordne teksten annerledes er tidkrevende. Selv låner jeg fagbøkene fra bibliotek og leser utdragene der når mulig, men det er vrient med tidsskrifter og smalt utgitte hefter.)