We make terrible things.
We make terrible things.
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Terrible Things Press is a dystopian collective, a publisher and purveyor of horror and weird fiction.
Terrible Things Press is a dystopian collective, a publisher and purveyor of horror and weird fiction.
Its name was stolen and twisted, under false pretenses, from the suicide note of Virginia Woolf, who wrote to her publisher and husband, "I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times." "Terrible Times Press" felt far too accurate to the world we live in, and far too cursed a social commentary. "Terrible things," however, perfectly captured both what we felt we were surrounded by, and, in a horrid refutation of Audre Lorde's admonition that "you cannot take down the master's house with the master's tools," exactly what we were endeavoring to create.
Its name was stolen and twisted, under false pretenses, from the suicide note of Virginia Woolf, who wrote to her publisher and husband, "I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times." "Terrible Times Press" felt far too accurate to the world we live in, and far too cursed a social commentary. "Terrible things," however, perfectly captured both what we felt we were surrounded by, and, in a horrid refutation of Audre Lorde's admonition that "you cannot take down the master's house with the master's tools," exactly what we were endeavoring to create.
Terrible Things does not limit itself to works of horror or terror. Rather, we have a terribly inaccurate and ill-defined aesthetic of spooky, disturbing, and unnerving characters, events, and plagues.
Terrible Things does not limit itself to works of horror or terror. Rather, we have a terribly inaccurate and ill-defined aesthetic of spooky, disturbing, and unnerving characters, events, and plagues.
We welcome you to share our nightmares. We welcome you to find your own.
We welcome you to share our nightmares. We welcome you to find your own.
Our latest offering is
by Virginia Woolf
Two ghosts are haunted by the legacy of their own lost lives.
"WHATEVER HOUR YOU WOKE there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure—"
B O O K S
We Lived Among the People
by Elie Lichtschein
We Lived Among the People
by Elie Lichtschein
Dearest,
I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.
Visual: Thomas Landseer, "I Got a Fright," 1830 wood engraving for "Tam O'Shanter" by Robert Burns.
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