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Shades of Mourning, Pale at Dusk and Dawn

Ghosts, zombies, elder gods welcome - Vampires may apply, but sparkling of any kind instantly will disqualify you.
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity." - Edgar Allan Poe

Welcome to Literary Debauchery - a place where I write about writing, occasionally rant and rave, and sometimes even talk about me. This is about my writing journey, my walk through fire. I write fiction, which is the driving force behind the rejections that wall paper my bedroom.

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A little more about me
My writing is mostly in the fantasy or horror genres although I write what I need to write. Words have always been my first love, from the time I first picked up a book to read, and a pen to write. I find harmony and peace when writing and listening to music. I usually groove to goth, industrial, 80s new wave, dark ambient, deathrock and apocalyptic folk.

As a writer, I try to find inspiration all around - from people and overheard snippets of seeming randomness, to art, music and books, to the changing light of the seasons, and the din of traffic echoing through the city...i love to watch moonlight flit through the branches of autumn-bared trees, to see snow glisten and twinkle under the fading twilight...i believe in beauty in darkness, the dark in the light, and the magic that is all around but unseen to most.


I like the darker side of life and art but that doesn't encompass all I am or all I like. I like meeting people who can inspire me and make me think - whether they are fellow writers, or painters, poets, crafters or photographers.


I can also be found at:
My Goodreads Account
Facebook
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And also here, as current president of the South Jersey Writers Group

...

In the blood of winter
You may crush my soul
For we can fall no further
The world is hell

We were born to suffer
And glory in our pain
Each dream has jaws to crush us
Again and again

Embrace his blood
The death'd head
When love lies torn and raped
Submissive and rejected
Burn the hand of fate

In this blood of winter
You may crush my soul
For we can fall no further
The world is hell...

-Death In June-


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"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die."

-H.P. Lovecraft-


Official Bio

K.A. Magrowski hails from the haunted wilds of South Jersey, home of the Jersey Devil. Fueled by coffee and wine, she writes speculative fiction for children and adults. She is also president of the South Jersey Writers’ Group and a member of the Rainy Tuesday critique group, where her fellow critique partners keep her head firmly on her shoulders.

Her short work has appeared in Dreams of Decadence magazine, and the anthologies Tall Tales, Reading Glasses, and Invisible.

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