Short Stories scaglio • 5 months ago • 100%

Serj dragged himself along the road, limping. The fog, still low before the dawn, concealed the beaten path. However, he had traversed that country trail countless times, and had no trouble finding the way. His leg hurt badly, but he couldn't go to the doctor. Only the _septimin_ knew his situation, and he didn't want to reveal it to anyone else. Perhaps he should talk to the priest, but the man was hesitant, torn between scorn and reverential terror. One was for the person himself, an old schoolmate; the other was towards God. If He knew what was happening to him, why wasn't He helping? As for Dominic the healer, he could be trusted. He was a simple person who didn't rely _solely_ on science or religion. He didn't judge others because he himself had been denigrated. It was said that septimins, people born prematurely at seven months, had special gifts. Dominic was no exception, demonstrating it ever since he had found that strange black stone. He immediately knew it was special… _Fallen from the sky_, he said. That rock, combined with herbal ointments, had cured tuberculosis, typhoid, and malaria. Over the years, always more and more people had traveled to that small village of barely a thousand souls. Serj, however, didn't have an actual illness; he was _cursed_. For months, every waning moon, he woke up screaming. The reason was always the same: the nails in his legs. When he knocked on the door of the modest farmhouse, he heard some fuss. Shortly after, the door opened a crack. "You again," a woman said in a flat voice. "Hello Elda. Is Dominic up yet?" Serj asked. "Hmm. I don't think—" she began, but from inside came the booming voice of her companion: "What are you doing, woman? Let that poor man in!" Dominic swung the entrance wide open. He had a rather long, tidy gray beard; he was imposing, just a little taller than the door, but also extremely thin. "I was afraid you'd come… Another month has passed already," Dominic said. The woman muttered something, and Serj nodded. He murmured, "Yes, it happened again. This time…" and he pointed to his right leg. There was a small red spot on his pants. "Come on in!" Dominic ordered, closing the door behind him. "Sit in the chair and take off your pants." The patient's legs were covered in scars: some fully healed, others quite fresh. A couple of inches above his right kneecap, there was a black dot surrounded by reddish-purple flesh. It was the head of an iron nail, the eleventh one to appear in Serj's legs. Often they were simply embedded in the muscle; a couple, however, had chipped the bone – fortunately never fracturing it. For Dominic, there was no doubt. The nails had gone in fully; they couldn't have just "appeared": the tissue was torn, the bone fragments… In short, _they had been driven in_. "You're lucky," the septimin tried to lighten the mood, "even this time it's nothing serious. It'll hurt for a while, but it'll close up soon." He applied a decoction with verbena, alcohol, and dandelion, then bandaged the wound carefully. He had extracted the iron piece with ease. Like the others, it was perfectly straight, as new. If they had been rusty, there would have been little he could do. They were in the large kitchen, sitting near the cast-iron stove. The stone floor was now illuminated by the first rays of sunlight. "Do you… want to talk about how it happened?" He had asked for clarifications several times about those "incidents", as bizarre as they were unsettling. No response. Serj didn't want to tell anyone about those nightmares. The healer opened a drawer in a large cabinet and pulled out a red bundle. He unwrapped it and took out a fist-sized black stone; it looked just like a piece of coal. He handed it to Serj. "Hold it for half an hour, try to relax." When the other grabbed it, Dominic moved his chair to the opposite side of the room. That was the most delicate moment. When someone was holding that rock, he could _feel_ what troubled them, had a particularly clear vision of their ailments. It was as if he could enter their bodies. Half an hour passed. Serj, who had dozed off, opened his eyes. He saw Dominic, sitting across from him, sweating profusely. He had an expression of pure terror on his face. It seemed he was staring at something in front of him, but his eyelids were shut tight. The injured man got up from the chair and approached. He gently touched his shoulder. "Dominic?" No reaction. He touched his arm again, with more force. "Dominic!" Nothing. He let the black stone fall to the ground, rolling it near the stove. At that moment, the septimin suddenly grabbed both of Serj's forearms with his hands, and screamed with all his breath. When he recognized Serj, he slowly composed himself and then slumped, without releasing the other's sleeves. After a moment, he asked, "…Was it Claire? Your wife?" Serj nodded, shrugging; his eyes fell on the rock. "But she died last year!" "Yes. But somehow she manages to… reach me here. Every month, after the full moon, I wake up and… she's there, at the foot of the bed." The healer was speechless. "Every time she approaches, takes out a hammer from I don't know where, and tells me… She tells me…" but he burst into tears, and didn't finish the sentence. Dominic beckoned him to continue. Serj couldn't, but the septimin already knew the words thanks to the black stone: '_Serj, do you remember your niece? That girl you always whistled at, followed into the woods, and then they found her dead? I met her, she told me the truth about that night. She sends you a small gift with which she was buried – because of you!_' He then saw the pale, frightening woman aiming a nail at the man's knee, raising the hammer, and…

Folklore, Myths, Legends, and Fairy Tales scaglio • 9 months ago • 100%

godsip.club

I'm glad I discovered this Lemmy community! I'd like to share my blog, called *Godsip Club*, where I like to share my findings about folklore, mythology and religion — I am no scholar, though! This is the [link](https://godsip.club/articles/the-golden-bough/) of the first article, a sort of introduction, which is about the book by Frazer. It is a tough reading (the book, not the article 😅), but I'd absolutely recommend it to all the fond of these subjects: it's [available for free](https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/3623) on Project Gutenberg!

Short Stories scaglio • 11 months ago • 100%

crooked.ink

This is my latest short story, a bit sci-fi, a bit *weird*, as the other ones in the blog. Feedback is more than welcome!

Supporto feddit.it e accoglienza Redditors scaglio • 11 months ago • 100%

Ciao a tutti, sia che ieri che oggi ho provato a iscrivermi alla comunità [Short Stories di lemmy.world](https://lemmy.world/c/short_stories) e appaio "subscribed". Tuttavia, aprendola da Feddit.it, appare solo l'ultimo post (vedi screenshot), quando invece ce ne sono molti. È colpa di Lemmy su Feddit che non si "aggiorna"? Posso forzarlo in qualche modo? Grazie! 

L’angolo del lettore scaglio • 2 years ago • 0%

Premessa: non sono affiliato in alcun modo con ABEditore, anzi, una volta cercai di collaborare ma mi scartarono 😅 Tuttavia mi piacciono un sacco le loro edizioni inusuali: di piccolo formato e pieni di rifiniture pazzesche. Li ho conosciuti con [I salici](https://www.abeditore.com/store/I-Salici-p159458342) di A. Blackwood, che mi ha colpito fin da subito per le illustrazioni e per la cura—oltre che per il racconto in sé, un must. La mia ragazza, vedendo che apprezzai in particolar modo, mi ha regalato qualche [racconto singolo](https://www.abeditore.com/store/La-Casa-Infestata-di-Place-du-Lion-d%E2%80%99Or-p209424091) e delle raccolte a tema [vampiri](https://www.abeditore.com/store/Draculea-p209434136) e ["folletti inglesi"](https://www.abeditore.com/store/Follettiana-p241125416) (suona davvero strano, lo so). Cavolo! Forse sono io abituato ai libri "standard" della Mondadori/Feltrinelli, dove il dettaglio più straordinario può essere una doppia introduzione... ma questi libri si fanno leggere con molto più piacere proprio grazie all'estetica curatissima. In generale, però, il contenuto è quello che apprezzo di più: autori non comuni, traduzioni apposite, voglia di far conoscere un lato un po' oscuro e poco conosciuto(?), almeno in Italia, dei decenni e secoli passati. Come già accennato, amo il genere _weird_ di Lovecraft e, più recentemente, di VanderMeer. In queste raccolte ho trovato il paradiso! Quali altri libri conoscete che sono stati pubblicati in edizioni così sfiziose da renderli ancora più speciali?

Fumetti scaglio • 2 years ago • 100%

Ciao a tutti, finalmente il mio primo post su Feddit 🌟 Parliamo di graphic novel. Non sono un grandissimo lettore di fumetti, ma _adoro_ le graphic novel. Sono un grande fan di Alan Moore e ho letto: - V per Vendetta - From Hell - Watchmen (il mio preferito) Poi, tra gli altri: - Batman: Anno Uno - Batman: Il ritorno del cavaliere oscuro - Blankets - Flood - Scott Pilgrim - Seconds (dello stesso autore) Inoltre sto leggendo (con calma, troppa) Sandman di Gaiman, se si può definire graphic novel... Avete consigli su altri must-read?