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Welcome to the Web
Threads that Bind is a coalition of authors and artists specializing in things macabre. Monsters? We know monsters. Demons? We got ’em. Criminals of the nastiest sort? Do you have to ask? Here you’ll find the minds who bring you the stories and artwork that have you checking under the bed at night. Your Hosts…
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Ghosts of Christmas Past
When people think of Christmas, I suspect that ghost stories and paranormal literature are not the first thing that pop into their minds. Despite that, one of the most beloved works of paranormal literature is indelibly associated with Christmas and, in many ways, shaped the way we think about the holiday. I’m referring, of course,…
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Friends of the Weavers
Good morning, dear readers, and it’s great to be able to welcome you again. We’re coming up on the New Year, and I thought, rather than trying to scare the pants off of you again, I’d give a shout-out to those other sites who went the extra mile to help us get seen. I know,…
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The Song of Scarbeak
Recent posts here have been thoughtful and/or erudite. That’s all well and good, and they have been appreciated; but sadly, this post will not continue that trend. Since it falls to me to post something here on our Thanksgiving holiday, I thought it would be appropriate for me to instead ‘talk turkey’, so to speak.…
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From Blood to Whispers: The Appeal of Quiet Horror
I used to live in the guts of horror. By that, I mean the kind of horror that stains your palms and tastes like rust. My other books — especially the Bloody Series with its love for graphic detail, human monsters, and the unforgiving anatomy of violence — live in the places where flesh tears,…
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The Natural Rewards of Writing
I’m sure there are people out there who began writing because they wanted fame and fortune (although I can’t imagine anyone who keeps writing because of all the loose fame and fortune laying around in publishing). Every writer I know, however, began writing for a couple of reasons: There are some writers who are happy…
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Hobbes, Nihilism, and Mad Max 2
For reasons long forgotten two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without fuel they were nothing. They’d built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked, but nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. Cities exploded…
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The Door
There are few objects more ordinary than a door. We pass through them a dozen times a day without thought. They separate rooms, mark boundaries, provide privacy. But in horror, doors carry far heavier meaning. They become symbols of fear—of what lies beyond, or of what might cross through when we least expect it. A…
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Conspiracy Theories
How do these things get started, anyway? I suspect they begin with a grain of truth… Back when I was working for the navy, I was the Contract Compliance Inspector for the fuel operation at the big naval air station in the middle of San Diego Bay. We had a number of satellite facilities around…
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