{"id":3489,"date":"2021-10-31T12:01:53","date_gmt":"2021-10-31T12:01:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/?p=3489"},"modified":"2021-10-31T12:52:19","modified_gmt":"2021-10-31T12:52:19","slug":"horror-story-construction-kit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/2021\/10\/31\/horror-story-construction-kit\/","title":{"rendered":"Horror Story Construction Kit"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>#1: Provocative Opening Paragraph With Nothing To Support It<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>As a child, they cut away my face.<\/p>\n<p>This wasn\u2019t done maliciously, but out of necessity: a necrotising infection was threatening to eat me away from within.<\/p>\n<p>Yet still, as a child, they cut away my face, left only gristle and bone.<\/p>\n<p><strong>#2: An Attempt At Psychological Justification Of The Premise<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I did not understand the reasons for it, did not appreciate the nuances of their decision. There was, from my view, simply a fever, delirium, darkness. Then confinement, confusion. Bandages, anaesthetics, salves, saline. Itchiness, discomfort, pain, boredom.<\/p>\n<p>And finally, that inevitable revelation, that shock before the mirror, the face gone, my face, gone, replaced by this horror, this void, this grotesque mask that was not, I knew, a mask at all. Rather, it was the foundation on which the mask of myself had been built. <\/p>\n<p>I turned away. I would not look.<\/p>\n<p><strong>#3: Finale Of Extended Outrages, For Which No Prior Justifications Will Suffice<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>[Forty five pages of faces being slowly and painfully removed by the protagonist in some sort of ironic vengeance or poetic revenge or karmic retribution, I don\u2019t know, I can\u2019t remember now. It doesn\u2019t really matter.]<\/p>\n<p>__________<\/p>\n<p>Notes:<\/p>\n<p>1. <em>Written in September 2020<\/em><\/p>\n__________<\/br><h3><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Support An Accumulation Of Things<\/a><\/h3><i>If you like the things you've read here please consider subscribing to my <a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">patreon<\/a> or my <a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/davidnguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">ko-fi<\/a>. <\/br><\/br><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Patreon subscribers<\/a> get not just early access to content and also the occasional gift, but also my eternal gratitude. Which I'm not sure is very useful, but is certainly very real.<\/br><\/br>(<a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/davidnguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Ko-fi contributors<\/a> probably only get the gratitude I'm afraid, but please get in touch if you want more). <\/br><\/br>Thank you!<\/i><\/br><\/br>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>#1: Provocative Opening Paragraph With Nothing To Support It As a child, they cut away my face. This wasn\u2019t done maliciously, but out of necessity: a necrotising infection was threatening to eat me away from within. Yet still, as a child, they cut away my face, left only gristle and bone. #2: An Attempt At [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[36],"tags":[83],"class_list":["post-3489","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-a-short-story-or-two","tag-horror"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3489","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3489"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3489\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4370,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3489\/revisions\/4370"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3489"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3489"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3489"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}