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October 30, 2004 8:40 AM   Subscribe

The Dionaea House. Just in time for Halloween, a pleasingly creepy piece of fiction. (Or is it??) An epistolary horror story, for the e-mail/phone text messaging/LiveJournal age. (Be sure to check out the Update section; the LJ is linked from there.) And I'm assuming further updates will continue to appear ...
posted by Kat Allison (7 comments total) 1 user marked this as a favorite
This was worth the read, although a bit of a letdown towards the end. Thanks for posting!
posted by Nelson at 11:00 AM on October 30, 2004

not that good, but reasonably well done
posted by quarsan at 2:36 PM on October 30, 2004

Enjoyable enough. Thanks for the link.

This does, however, reconfirm my happiness at ditching my Sprint PCS service though.
posted by Samizdata at 9:09 PM on October 30, 2004

Fascinating. Thanks for the post.
posted by invisible ink at 12:50 AM on October 31, 2004

If you liked this then check out House of Leaves. Part of the story is about a house that is bigger on the inside than on the outside. Next time you're at the bookstore check it out. It is one of the most interesting books I've ever read.
posted by daHIFI at 10:25 AM on October 31, 2004

daHIFI - I thought the same thing. It's not exactly the same concept, but similar enough I guess.
posted by MsVader at 10:51 AM on November 1, 2004

Then there's Robert A. Heinlein's "—And He Built a Crooked House":
Even the architecture of southern California is different. Hot dogs are sold from a structure built like and designated "The Pup." Ice cream cones come from a giant stucco ice cream cone, and neon proclaims "Get the Chili Bowl Habit!" from the roofs of buildings which are indisputably chili bowls. Gasoline, oil, and free road maps are dispensed beneath the wings of tri-motored transport planes, while the certified rest rooms, inspected hourly for your comfort, are located in the cabin of the plane itself. These things may surprise, or amuse, the tourist, but the local residents, who walk bareheaded in the famous California noonday sun, take them as a matter of course.

Quintus Teal regarded the efforts of his colleagues in architecture as faint-hearted, fumbling, and timid...
posted by languagehat at 4:32 PM on November 1, 2004

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