Another tale from the March 1952 issue of
Adventures into the Unknown #29, this time filling a witch story request for
THOIA reader
Emby Quinn. And after the story check out the
DAZ renders
Emby created (in the persona she has inhabited online now for over a decade.)
Awesome job
Emby, and enjoy the story... this one's for you!
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TOMORROW: Scary Sci-Fi Sunday!
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DAZ Renders by Emby Quinn
8 comments:
A dopey enough tale, but that ending is great. A hero who is actually tempted to give in to evil.
Don't forget you have until midnight tonight to vote for THOIA in the SEVENTH Annual Rondo Hatton Classic Horror Awards: Catagory #15: The Horrors of it All for "Best Horror Blog." Click the image at the top of the blog for all the details and cast your vote now--and thanks again for everyone's support!
Aha. So now we know Shakespeare's secret: he sold his soul to Satan!
Would that things could be so easy outside of a horror comic.
OK, OK! So I'll vote for you awready! Just take the pins out of the goddam doll. They hurt!
AS MENTIONED YOU ALREADY GOT MY VOTE KARS!! GREAT STORY TODAY, I LIEK THESE ACG TALES, THEY'RE PERFECT ON A SATURDAY MORNING.
AND IT IS COOL TO SEE EMBYS PICTURES FULL SIZE, I WAS CURIOUS ABOUT THEM IN THE THUMBNAILS. COOL !!!!
@Pappy: Silly, I'm the one with the voodoo dolls. *takes pins out* Good boy. ;)
Thank you, Kars, for the superspecial pre-Code witchy goodness! I feel so loved. <3
I love a good witch tale and this was a really good one, its not every witch story that actually has them flying on traditional broomsticks! Thanks, and good luck to you sir with the Rondo Award!
Reading this, it dawns on me that there are various definitions of the compound word "set-up".
This had a great set-up! The idea of the Shakespeare ingredients, blah, blah, blah, was pretty damn neat. But this story was also a set-up, in that this pretty unique beginning then petered into something rather more standard. Still, I like the standards around here.
Since we know the Macbeth potion works, here's a list of things they obviously must have stocked in the corner biological supply cold storage back in the fifties (minus those ingredients already listed in the story):
Poisoned entrails, month-old toad venom, charmed pot, a scale off a dragon, the tooth of a wolf, the mummified remains of a witch, the mouth and gullet of a shark which has been eaten by something else, hemlock root harvested in the dark, the liver of a specific human racial stereotype, the gall bladder of a goat, pieces of yew wood cut during an eclipse, the nose of a specific human racial stereotype, the lips of a specific human racial stereotype, the finger of a baby who was strangled in a ditch right after being delivered by an impure woman, and the intestines of a tiger. Bon appétit!
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