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|  | "Come Wander with Me" by John Correll jr. « Thread Started on Jul 31, 2007, 4:55pm » | |
Hello, and welcome to the public discussion forum of Fantastic Horror. The topic of this thread is "Come Wander with Me" by John Correll jr., featured in Issue #2.
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|  | Re: "Come Wander with Me" by John Correll jr. « Reply #1 on Aug 4, 2007, 5:11pm » | |
This story has a number of cleverly insinuated details throughout, in describing the relationship between the narrator and Claire, overlapping with the details of her possession--it's really a kind of double-story.
This may be my favorite passage from it:
Quote: I quickly followed into the wooded labyrinth of sandy trails. In the darkness, I became lost within winding pathways. I called out to her again, but the loud howling winds drowned me out as if purposely. My legs were tiring from the loose hold of the sand beneath me, but still I pressed on until finally I found the exit from the woods.
A hundred yards ahead of me loomed Bishop’s Lighthouse, a dreary and imposing goliath of a structure with its light circling atop its crowned head like the yellow eye of Cyclops surveying the barren land that surveyed it with indifference. A feeling of dread overwhelmed me as I stood before, apprehensive to step further. There was a dense atmosphere which clung to the white and red painted brick of the lighthouse, almost warning all those that wished to enter to pay heed; only misfortune could come to pass within its circular edifice.
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