Guest Spots for #31Nightmares 2018 Open Today!

If you follow CardCastles and/or Snapping Turtle Arts on social media then you know we are yet again resurrecting the October tradition here of #31Nightmares.

Since we are already planning for October’s events now in August, it’s only right we picked today to launch the guest slot openings and guest submission forms.

If you are interested in being one of our guests during this year’s 31Nightmares,

Send in your submission form below.

31 Nightmares Tips & Guidelines

  • Anything horror-related
  • Presentations can be in written, photo, art, video, or music/audio format
  • *Extra points if it’s inspired by a nightmare!
  • CardCastles Terms in effect and apply during this event
  • Send in any & all links you would like to be featured like your personal website, blog, or social media accounts.
  • 31Nightmares posts automatically get shared out to CardCastles social accounts so your submission may get increased traffic, meaning free promotion for you!
  • Tributes to horror legends and horror creators also very welcome.
  • Most importantly, have fun with it.
  • There are a limited number of slots & they fill up quickly so try to get these in soon!

 

We look forward to this event later this October with you all and much more this 2018.

-Daydreams

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Daydreams Diary: Cold Air

—• Cold Air •—

[ October 12th, 2017 9:47PM ]

I wanted to explain things to you.

It’s been so long.

There’s so much to explain.

I wanted to write about all the crap going on today.

I was going to call it “The Silencing of Rose McGowan” and it would’ve been great.

But I don’t have a lot of that edgy shit in me right now. & Well, frankly, you don’t care anyway.

I’ve been told to

keep the politics out of it.”

Hell, that was even my rule here once. Maybe that’s where I fucked up.

I need to drop the “Daydreams” because I’ve been “out of character” for over two years now.

But I still don’t feel 100% comfortable putting my name out there.

Maybe I should.

My head is a mess.

My health is dwindling.

I want to turn it all around but I am losing the fight.

I am losing my will to hold on.

It’s not that I’m ungrateful.

It’s that I was born with a cursed body.

And a cursed mind.

I may be of the witchy sort,

but I’m not one to undo hexes.

After all, the one that set that in motion had a reason and felt justified at the time.

No, I’d rather see how this plays out.

So let me be.

I’ll do just fine.

Just let me curl up

with this rott

in my mind.


[ September 17th, 2017 ]

—• Flashes •—

 

You wrote me today.

It was the first time in a while and it made me smile.

Even if just for a speck of reality.

 

I stumbled upon them again today.

This is the second time they were connected to someone in my network.

A new potential client or friend that I again had to let go in fear of them following the trail.

Why do I still care?

Do they even still think about me?

Am I still considered “a threat”?

I highly doubt it when he’s got 82,000 following and I’m well, me.

 

My patience was tested again today.

This was the third time in a few short weeks.

You accused my friend of baiting when he simply fought to be heard.

Why do you seek to silence us?

Will muting the messenger really snuff out the message?

Perhaps it be your guilty conscience that’s speaking louder than the both of us.

The weight of your judgement through trying times speaks volumes of your character.


[ August 30th, 2017 ]

—• Tormentors •—

Time is always uncertain.

Your words don’t stick.

They fade.

You think you’re important.

You’re not.

“Shade, shade, shade.”

You’re damn right it’s shade.

My tongue is a blade.

You are empty

And I am afraid.

So let’s make a trade.

Shall we, Adelaide?

Let’s call a spade a spade and give up this masquerade

when you know it’s just me here

and the bill must be paid.

Despite your shiny appearance,

your pockets are frayed.

 

—Daydreams

31 Nightmares 2017: The 31st

Well, horror lovers,

We’ve reached another end to our nightmares. Will they be back again? We’ll just have to wait and see. We’ve had some hurdles but it’s all been worth it.

Enjoy this short video message as a token of my appreciation.

Special Thanks

First and foremost we would like to thank our very supportive family members that helped make some of this possible. To our friends, thank you for rooting for this event even when our hearts weren’t in it at certain points this year.

To the horror lovers:

None of this would be possible without you!! You clammered for this event’s return until we gave in.

To our Twitter Family and #TWDFamily members – we appreciate your overwhelming kindness & interaction with us. You’ve helped drive some horror fans our way and we are forever grateful to all of you for that!!

To our guests Michael Patrick and Bill Friday – We thank you for your courage to share and your wonderful contributions to the event this year.

To our mentors, your advice has been priceless at times when we desperately needed it.

& Last but most certainly not least, thank all of you reading that have shared these on social media, cheered us on, and just generally made this event more fun for us to host.

We love all of you.

Snapping Turtle Arts


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Happy Halloween!

~In Loving Memory of~

Wes Craven, Grayson Queen, John Bernecker, George Romero, and Tobe Hooper.

-And all the rest that helped pave the way.

31 Nightmares 2017: The 30th

Alright darlings,

We have another guest today ready to share something right up your alley. Today we welcome author Bill Friday from BillFriday.com. Some of you may remember Bill from my time over at Stories. Others already know him. Some of you are new to Bill completely and those of you that might be are in for a treat.

As we enter this eve of Hallow’s Eve, that some may call “Mischief Night” or the foreboding, even older nickname, “Devil’s Night,” we will take one last nightmarish journey with our guest before our closing day, tomorrow.

This theme is dark and poetic. We hope you enjoy.

 

  • Snapping Turtle Arts

​​​​​A Ghost Story

By: Bill Friday

Not Forgotten

 

I am a ghost.

I, in the beginning of my time here on this plane of existence, I could not understand what it was to be invisible to the world and those living in it, as I still thought myself a part of the world that I still saw before me. I moved, I thought, I felt everything as I did before my transformation. Little seemed to change from one moment to the next. I was me, and the world was the world, and neither of us looked much different as far as I could tell. But it was different. I was different. Because now, the world looked right through me.

Because I am a ghost.

I am a ghost.

I know I am a ghost because, after what I’m guessing – since there is no clock or calendar in my world – many years of living. I say “living” with some caution because, of course, ghosts aren’t alive. At least not in the way all those around me who don’t see me are alive. But they are alive, every one of them. I can tell by the hurry and worry they carry with themselves everywhere they go. Constantly in motion, even when that motion seems to take them nowhere in particular. Just circles circling other circling circles, always in a rush to go everywhere, but never seeming to go anywhere. Except that none of these concentric living circles ever seem to circle me.

Because I am a ghost.

I am a ghost.

I know I am a ghost because of something I saw in a movie once when I was still alive. Those who still move in circles can hear me. They hear the same sounds I hear when I make when I choose to make them. They hear the groan, the belch, the occasional fart – although I don’t know where the belch and the fart come from, because as I learned from the same movie, ghosts don’t belch or fart – and also from the moving of objects that are, in my ghostly existence, important to me.

I guess, because that’s what the movie taught me, that objects which were important to me in my previous life are still important to me in this life as well. It makes me question my previous life’s life-choices as to why I didn’t place more importance on a nice car, or maybe a big house, or even on better clothes, because the only things that must have been important to me in that other life seem to be a raggedy overcoat, the morning newspaper, and a shopping cart that wobbles at the wheels and scrapes at the pavement as I walk. Seriously, if I could give just one word of advice to those still living – but I can’t, because to my knowledge, none of them has ever heard a word I have said – it would be to acquire nice things for yourself in life, because one day you might be a ghost and need them.

Yeah, the things you learn the hard way.

Because you are a ghost.

I am a ghost.

I know I am a ghost because, after a lifetime of seeing no need at all for god or the church, I live behind a church, on the edge of a graveyard – how ironic on so many levels, being a ghost because… graveyard, and an atheist ghost because… church – but they let me stay as the church folk look right through me like the rest of the living do. Oh, and they allow me to eat left-overs from the shiny dumpster next to the boarded-up back door. I even sleep behind it when the wind blows extra cold some nights, and my overflowing morning newspapers can’t seem to keep the wind out of my ghost-self bones.

Like on this night.

Because that’s what ghosts do.

And I am a ghost.

 


You can reach Bill Friday in these places as well:

Twitter: @ThatManFriday

Instagram: @BillFriday

Facebook: facebook.com/thatmanfriday

Website: BillFriday.com


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31 Nightmares 2017: The 21st

This weekend we are wrapping up our journey into the surreal. We’ve traveled along many roads of tribute, and the unexplored. We’ve nodded towards the greats while highlighting the up-&-comers. This coming week we’ll be celebrating the last bits of our event in a sort of horror stew. We look forward to doing it all with you.

Upcoming Guests:

Upcoming Events

  • Closing Ceremony on Day 31.

This evening we bid goodnight to some of the best of 31Nightmares from 2015-2017.

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