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Screenwriter and director: 'Mum & Dad', 'Dead Mine'. Writer of dark fiction. Co-Director of Mayhem Film Festival @mayhemfilmfestival.bsky.social. Nottingham, UK. linktr.ee/StevenSheil Creator of @adrianchills.bsky.social

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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
Just received a copy of new horror anthology 'Something Peculiar XI' featuring my story 'At the Club'. A woman tries to find out where her elderly widowed father is going to at night. The answer is much more disturbing than she could ever have imagined. Available now from blackshuckbooks.co.uk
A brand new paperback book with a dark blue cover - Something Peculiar. It has an old illustration of a woman lying on a bed surrounded by giant cats, plus a listing of all the authors.The opening paragraphs of my story At the Club.
'Maggie could hear the doorbell ringing inside the house so she knew it wasn't broken, but when she stepped to the side and leaned over the platnt pots to peer through the window into the thin slice of living-room she could see between the curtains, there was no sign of movement and no glimpse of her father..."
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 22h
I've written a new Adrian Chills story (short horror stories inspired by the Guardian columns of Adrian Chiles). This is #85 and it's called 'Drama'.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 21h
YouTube's algorithm has thrown up one of my favourites - Al Green on a Lulu Hogmanay Special in the mid-90s, wrestling both band and crowd towards joy as he performs Let's Stay Together www.youtube.com/watch?v=ue9Z...
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Let's Stay together- Bring it on home to me-Al Green 2/2
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Adrian Chills @adrianchills.bsky.social · 22h
#85: Drama
A screenshot of a Guardian headline by Adrian Chiles. It reads 'I have a new favourite medical drama - and now I want to have a nasty accident in Pittsburgh'.

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  The first of my Dramas took place ten years ago. Looking back now it was a very rudimentary piece barely worthy of the name, best remembered now as the progenitor of all my subsequent works. I was cycling home from work on a rainy Friday evening, my mind dull and slumberous from the crushing mundanity of my job, my future stretching out in front of me like the road - arrow straight, filled with traffic, a route that screamed monotony. As my front wheel hit a discarded beer bottle and I felt a momentary loss of control, an idea sparked to life within me like a flame being ignited; a way to break the tedium. 
The next piece of debris that appeared in the road - a broken-off shard of car fender - was something I aimed for rather than attempted to avoid. As I hit the piece and felt the bike shift beneath me, launching me into space, I caught a glimpse of a bus beside me, the open mouth of a young woman passenger seeing me begin to fall. My adrenalin spiked. For a moment I felt like the centre of the world.
Then I hit the road, bounced against the curb, narrowly avoided having my head be crushed by the back wheels of the same bus. As I lay there, staring up at the concerned faces looking down at me, with the sound of the ambulance in the distance, I felt more joy than I had in a decade. I had found my calling.
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It took three months to recover - two broken ribs and a badly bruised hip - but I spent that time planning my next Drama. I wanted somewhere picturesque, somewhere crowded, somewhere that would add to the mise en scene I was creating. Finally I settled on Paris. 
It was near the Arc de Triomphe that I set my stage. Mindful of the danger - I have no death wish - I carefully bided my time before steering my bicycle into the path of a battered old Renault 6 - chosen for its nostalgia value - and found myself catapulted through the crisp Paris air to land on the tarmac. Mid-somersault I glimpsed the shocked face of a man and his dachshund observing me, and felt that familiar tingle of pleasure.
Since then, I have staged dramas across Europe. Prague, Berlin, Barcelona, Budapest, Stockholm, Turin, Brussels. Each location chosen for both their aesthetic appeal and the high rating of their nearest hospitals (quick and effective treatment is key to a swift recovery - and I have so many other places where I wish to perform.)
As an experienced artist, I try to vary the site of injury, taking inspiration from accidents I am able to view online (TikTok is very good for this). I know I can’t go on forever, but I still have some ambition.
To this end, I am planning my greatest Drama - a head-on collision outside the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh. (I’m assured by reviews online that Pennsylvania hospitals are excellent with head trauma.)
I can’t wait to be launched into the air once more, feel the thrill of seeing those faces as I fall.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 22h
I've written a new Adrian Chills story (short horror stories inspired by the Guardian columns of Adrian Chiles). This is #85 and it's called 'Drama'.
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Tom Reagan’s Hat @rufustsuperfly.bsky.social · 30/09/2026
Lovecraft & M. R. James could only dream of writing a sentence like this.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 30/09/2026
On the contrary, those are clearly Elvis Costello 1978 legs.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 30/09/2026
Offbeat crime caper with Keach and Forrest as blue-collar guys caught up in a heist that goes south. There's a madcap energy to it that is at times a bit wearing, but the ending - a shootout that happens in a condemned building while it is being demolished by wrecking ball - is fantastic.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Tonight's viewing:
Screenshot of an opening title - over an early grey morning foggy shot of a factory it says 'stacy keach'Screenshot of an opening title - over a shot of a house it says 'frederic forrest'Screenshot of an opening title - over a shot of another house it says 'in the dion brothers'Screenshot of an opening title - over a shot of another house behind some trees it says 'also starring margot kidder'
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Treated myself to a Sunday evening cinema screening of Michael Mann's Manhunter - first time I've seen it on the big screen - and can highly recommend.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
Just received a copy of new horror anthology 'Something Peculiar XI' featuring my story 'At the Club'. A woman tries to find out where her elderly widowed father is going to at night. The answer is much more disturbing than she could ever have imagined. Available now from blackshuckbooks.co.uk
A brand new paperback book with a dark blue cover - Something Peculiar. It has an old illustration of a woman lying on a bed surrounded by giant cats, plus a listing of all the authors.The opening paragraphs of my story At the Club.
'Maggie could hear the doorbell ringing inside the house so she knew it wasn't broken, but when she stepped to the side and leaned over the platnt pots to peer through the window into the thin slice of living-room she could see between the curtains, there was no sign of movement and no glimpse of her father..."
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JacquiWine @jacquiwine.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
This is a terrific discussion of Elisabeth Sanxay Holding’s novel THE BLANK WALL, via the The Pink Smoke podcast, featuring guest @scsheil.bsky.social. Thanks, Steven, for the link! #BookSky 💙📚 #FilmSky podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/t...
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Ep. 64 The Blank Wall
Podcast Episode · The Pink Smoke podcast · 28 September 2020 · 1hr 40min
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
Currently trying to figure out how the title of this new film on Netflix works
A poster for the film Baby Do Die Do. It shows an Indian train carriage with a young woman in a headscarf standing in the aisle holding an umbrella by her side, while all the other seated passengers look at her with wariness
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Katrina Austin @katnip-quizzer.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
If you don't yet follow Adrian Chills, you need to do so.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
Learning from the Guardian that if you think Brian Cox in Manhunter is a better version of Hannibal Lec(k)tor, you're a haughty, hipster film-bro.
A screengrab from the Guardian review of the Manhunter 40th anniversary re-release by Peter Bradshaw. "It has long been a haughty, hipster film-bro affectation to claim that Cox is better in the role than Anthony Hopkins. (Lecktor’s early acoustic stuff was great, you see, before he went electric as Lecter.) I think that’s a bit obtuse, for all that Cox is of course very good. Hopkins in The Silence of the Lambs is the definitive version: face it. But I will concede that Cox is more interesting"
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
#LastFourWatched The Clan's Heir Is A Trans Woman (2013) - bloody, heartwarming yakuza story Izo (2004) - surreal Takashi Miike samurai-slaughters-through-the-afterlife action Gunslinger (1956) - female-focused Roger Corman Western Summerfield (1977) - slow-burn atmospheric Aussie thriller/drama
A Letterboxed Recent Activity bar showing the four films mentioned
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
I've written a brand new Adrian Chills story (short horror stories inspired by the Guardian columns of Adrian Chiles.) This is #84 and it's called "Chard".
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Netherworld Books @netherworldbooks.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
Out today - Something Peculiar 11 I guess Black Shuck Books is widening the lens of their excellent GREAT BRITISH HORROR series- no UK anchor, just great weird stuff from last year I just finished Sinophagia (⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐), another excellent anthologyl. So this is 4th on TBR bookshop.org/a/84468/9781...
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Something Peculiar XI
SOMETHING PECULIAR continues the legacy established by the GREAT BRITISH HORROR series, showcasing the best in modern weird fiction. Every year, the series will feature eleven previously unpublished s...
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Fred Connelly @brendonconnelly.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
I had cause to discuss this brilliant thing today. Captain America has a few important things to say about America, as written by Peter B. Gillis (author of my beloved Tailgunner Jo comics).
Listen to me — all of you out there! You were told by this man — your hero — that America is the greatest country in the world! He told you that Americans were the greatest people — that America could be refined like silver, could have the impurities hammered out of it, and shine more brightly! He went on about how precious America was — how you needed to make sure it remained great! And he told you anything was justified to preserve that great treasure, that pearl of great price that is America! Well, I say America is nothing! Without its ideals — its commitment to the freedom of all men, America is a piece of trash! A nation is nothing! A flag is a piece of cloth! I fought Adolf Hitler not because America was great, but because it was fragile! I knew that liberty could as easily be snuffed out here as in Nazi Germany! As a people, we were no different from them! When I returned, I saw that you nearly did turn America into nothing! And the only reason you’re not less than nothing — is that it’s still possible for you to bring freedom back to America!
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Adrian Chills @adrianchills.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
#84: Chard
A screengrab of a headline to a Guardian column by Adrian Chiles. It reads "I'm an avid fan of chard - but you can have too much of a good thing"

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We had been four weeks in the Downlands, myself and Brom. Four weeks on foot through valleys and dales, cross meandering streams and fast-running rivers; four weeks living off the few small creatures that Brom managed to catch - barely enough to keep a dog alive, let alone a dog and man. Thankfully, we had encountered no further Remnants, but we had seen no other Living either and I had begun to think that we two might be the last left alive in this region.
Finally, at the point where hunger had begun to feel like an ever-present companion for us both, we came across a small cottage by a wood. Deserted, near derelict inside, it held little prospect as a camp until I pushed aside the cracked back door and found myself looking at a wondrously overgrown vegetable garden. Chard leaves, almost reaching to my own height, filled the wide beds, and I, desperate for something other than toasted squirrel meat - and simultaneously heedless of the suspicious twitchings of Brom’s wet nose - grabbed handfuls of the stuff and began eating.
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The taste was glorious - earthy, full, with a tinge of bitterness - everything my deprived body had craved. And the supply appeared boundless. Despite Brom’s clear reservations, I decided to make the cottage our temporary home.
The years of wandering through The Scorched Country and The Flesheries - all that Brom and I had seen, and fled from and fought - should have given me more pause, I know that now, especially considering what horrors we had encountered, all spawned from The Great Blast. But the taste - ah, the taste of those leaves was so beguiling, so moreish…
Over the course of a week, during which I ate only the leaves - with poor Brom left to scavenge for whatever small prey he could find in our vicinity - I found myself becoming increasingly torpid and indolent. My skin took on a glistening appearance, as though sticky wet. At the same time I found my limbs growing weak, almost seeming to recede back into my body. I began to wonder who had made this garden, and where they were now?
Then one night the answer came. Crawling out into the garden almost on my belly, desperate for another leaf or two, I spied through the thick stems, a pair of stalked eyes staring back at me. Parting the stems with my wizened hand I saw him - what once had been a man, now something other; a creature resembling some kind of slug-human hybrid. His lipless, wet mouth opened in soundless greeting. I went to reply and found my own voice vanished.
Then teeth grabbed my trousers and I felt myself getting pulled away, back through the house, out through the front door, back through fields away from the cottage - away to safety.
With a weak hand I scritched Brom’s head. My saviour. My friend.
“Good boy,” I said, my voice now returning, “Good, good boy.”
Brom’s eyes spoke of love. And not a little reproach.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
I've written a brand new Adrian Chills story (short horror stories inspired by the Guardian columns of Adrian Chiles.) This is #84 and it's called "Chard".
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Casket Based @cineblah.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
I'm making a documentary about the RLNI situation and I am contacting various organisations. However I thought I'd turn to bluesky as well, I'm looking to interview people either connected to the RNLI, to refugees/those working with refugees and also with counter-protestors. Please share.
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garth marenghi's darkcayce @cayce.zone · 23/09/2026
outrageously cool transition into this split screen sequence in Fleischer's The Boston Strangler
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Andrew Male @andrewmale.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Jabs Ma’amy
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Excited for the new It Follows sequel
A shot from the new Nathan Fielder documentary You Can See Everything. It's a wide shot of a suburban lawn. Nathan stands in the mid-distance, staring.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Today’s best second-hand buy is this lovely-looking (and very chunky - nearly 600 pages!) late ‘60s compendium of suspense stories. A specially composed foreword by Ogden Nash gives a taste of the contents.
A hardback book with a black cover - Hanging By A Thread edited by Joan Kahn. The words are designed to look as though hanging from a rope. Foreword by Ogden Nash
Have you ever seen such a pride of names?
Lions from Gorky to M. R. James, Pearson (Edmund) and Thomas (Dylan), Roughead, recorder of victim and villain, Hammett and Thurber and H. G. Wells, Dunsany bearing his bag of spells, Tacitus, who will cure your lassitude With a murder tale of nasty veracitude, Albert Camus, and Stephen Crane And Bulwer-Lytton's maleficent brain, Plus other illustrious ladies and gents, Masters and mistresses of suspense, Of howling horror or quiet grue,
Silently creeping up on you With many a tale hitherto unknown
As unearthed by suspense-editor Joan, The greatest Kahn, unless I'm blotto, Since Genghis, Kubla, and possibly Otto.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Is Survivalist Dogmance a) Band who recorded one Peel Session in the 1980s b) Thomas Pynchon character c) A columnist for Tatler d) A nightclub in a 90s cyberpunk thriller e) All of the above
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Just seen the new Brad Pitt film described as a 'survivalist dogmance' in The Guardian, if anyone is looking to get in on the ground floor with a new nanogenre.
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JacquiWine @jacquiwine.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
New on the blog today, my thoughts on THE BLANK WALL by Elisabeth Sanxay Holding. An utterly gripping novel in which an ordinary woman finds herself in an extraordinary situation. Filmed by Max Ophüls as THE RECKLESS MOMENT, it's a 5-star knockout read! 💙📚 jacquiwine.wordpress.com/2026/09/22/t...
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The Blank Wall by Elisabeth Sanxay Holding
Praised by Raymond Chandler as one of the best suspense writers of her era, the American writer Elisabeth Sanxay Holding produced eighteen crime novels and many short stories over the course of her…
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
Today's reading:
A 1940s paperback published by Dell - Dreadful Hollow by Irina Karlova. The cover features a bat flying over a landscape with a red/yellow/green sun behind it. White lines around the cover frame the sun like an eyeball.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
I've written a brand new Adrian Chills story (short horror stories inspired by the Guardian columns of Adrian Chiles.) This is #82 and it's called 'Location-tracking'
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 19/09/2026
Book buyer’s disease, the stages: 1. Find a batch of books in a charity shop from a crime writer I haven’t read 2. Think ‘I should buy one and see if I like it’ 3. Notice they are 4 for £1 4. Think ‘What if I really like the first book?’ 5. Buy 16 books
A pile of sixteen paperback books by Dorothy Gilman  in a vertical stack.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
I've written a brand new Adrian Chills story (short horror stories inspired by the Guardian columns of Adrian Chiles). This is #83 and it's called 'Tailbone'.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
XCX, USSR, BBC, ACAB #LastFourWatched
A screenshot of a Recent Activity row on Letterboxd: Erupcja, The Hunt For Red October, Penda's Fen, Maniac Cop
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Adrian Chills @adrianchills.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
#83: Tailbone
A screenshot of a headline to a Guardian column by Adrian Chiles. It reads: "Take good care of your tailbone. I didn't - and my derriere has never been the same since."The Tailybo is fearsome, the Tailybo is cursed
The Tailybo comes out at night to slake his endless thirst
If ever you must venture out be careful where you go 
No man can best the awful beast they call the Tailybo

One night outside our cabin I heard the fateful sound
Of heavy paws approaching us across the frosted ground
My wife and children begged with me not to go outside 
But I could not hear a word they said above my blaring pride 

I took my knife and faced the beast and cut it at the tail 
I took the meat and cooked it; hung the wet pelt on a nail
The tailbone I could not digest, ‘twas far to tough a thing
I made a necklace out of it, hung it on a string 

One night on my returning from a hunting trek
I felt the breath of that same beast about me at the neck
The brute had spied the bone I wore and knew me for its foe
So I set my legs a’running, fast as they would go

I ran back to our cabin and pounded at the door 
Inside I heard my children a’whimpering on the floor 
My wife cried out Just leave us be and damn you for your pride
As I scampered to the window and clambered half inside 

The Tailybo is fearsome the Tailybo is sleek 
The Tailybo he sunk his claws into my buttock cheeks 
Now I can never sit again nor even bend too low
And each night I hear him cry to me Give me back my tailybo!
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
I've written a brand new Adrian Chills story (short horror stories inspired by the Guardian columns of Adrian Chiles). This is #83 and it's called 'Tailbone'.
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Mayhem Film Festival @mayhemfilmfestival.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
Tickets for individual films as well as a limited number of Full Festival Passes are now available for this year's festival. All details: www.mayhemfilmfestival.com/tickets-line...
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Tickets & Line-Up — Mayhem Film Festival
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Andrew Hickey @andrewhickey.500songs.com · 17/09/2026
I literally can't think of anything more unutterably evil than deliberately preventing lifeboats from going out to sea. Just monstrous.
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markmcan.bsky.social @markmcan.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
This is incredible
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Adrian Chills @adrianchills.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
#82: Location-tracking
A screenshot of a headline to a Guardian column by Adrian Chiles. It reads 'Location-tracking apps have turned me into a gibbering wreck - but I just can't look away'


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The silence is the worst part. When the dust storms abate and the metal shields which form the walls of our base camp stop resounding with the pock pock pock of wind-blown gravel, all that is left is the quiet hum of the life support system. That, and the sound of my own fevered breaths.
I’ve long given up hope of anyone responding to my distress signal; this planet is too far from the trade paths, not even named on our star-maps.The chances of someone coming to my rescue are infinitesimal at best. If any of the others were still here, we could perhaps together have sought a way to repair our ship, but alone it’s hopeless; I’m no engineer.
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So I sit and wait, and listen to the silence. And watch the screens in front of me.
And gibber with terror at what they show.
When we first crash-landed here, thirty-eight cycles ago, we were a crew of four; myself, Landon, Contreras and Masur. We thought the planet uninhabited - the rocky terrain and lack of plant life seemed to indicate a dead world, or at least one that was inimical to sustaining life.
How wrong we were. Seventy-two hours after landing, while Landon worked on attempting to repair our propulsion system, we heard for the first time the sound of movement outside our base camp; scuttling sounds, as though from many legs moving quickly across the rough ground. Then a scream.
Landon.
Visibility is poor on the planet - the nights are weeks long, and the atmosphere above so thick as to block any light from the surrounding moons - so we could not see what was happening to him, even as his cries grew further and further away.
I ran to my screen, saw his location indicator - the signal, as for all of us, broadcast from the tiny bio-chip implanted in his skull - moving rapidly towards a nearby cave formation.
Contreras and Masur acted fast. Instructing me to wait behind, they took their weapons and headed out into the darkness.
I never saw them again. Their location indicators however, kept moving, out there in the night.
When eventually I ventured from the base camp, I found only horror. Landon’s legs, ripped off and scattered in the dust. The whole lower part of Masur’s torso nearby. Of Contreras there was only a ragged, torn foot.
But still, on the screen, they moved.

I watch them even now, for hours at a time. It’s almost a compulsion. I know they are out there, the remnants of Landon, Contreras and Masur, carried by legs that scuttle on the earth, circling the camp, waiting for just this silence.
I will watch them as they come for me. I won’t be able to look away.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
I've written a brand new Adrian Chills story (short horror stories inspired by the Guardian columns of Adrian Chiles.) This is #82 and it's called 'Location-tracking'
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Anne Billson @annebillson.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
As part of a John Carpenter retrospective and collaboration between Cinematek and @offscreenff.bsky.social, on Friday 18 September at 19h00 at Cinematek I shall be presenting THE THING (1982) at Brussels Cinematek cinematek.be/2026-09-18-1...
The Thing poster artKurt Russell in The ThingKurt Russell in The Thing, with a large, hollowed-out block of ice.A man on fire in the snow outside US Outpost 31 in The Thing
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
Today's best second-hand buy. I've been after this for while, primarily because it was the basis for the (sadly unmade) vampire movie screenplay that William Faulkner wrote for Howards Hawks in 1945 which was to star Maila Nurmi aka Vampira. Also - I can't resist a mapback.
A 1940s paperback published by Dell - Dreadful Hollow by Irina Karlova. The cover feature s a bat flying over a landscape with a red/yellow/green sun behind it. White lines around the cover frame the sun like an eyeball.The back of the book. It's an illustration of a map - a country house in some woodland. Text above it reads "The Grange - scene of mystery in Dreadful Hollow.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
Today's best second-hand buy. I've been after this for while, primarily because it was the basis for the (sadly unmade) vampire movie screenplay that William Faulkner wrote for Howards Hawks in 1945 which was to star Maila Nurmi aka Vampira. Also - I can't resist a mapback.
A 1940s paperback published by Dell - Dreadful Hollow by Irina Karlova. The cover feature s a bat flying over a landscape with a red/yellow/green sun behind it. White lines around the cover frame the sun like an eyeball.The back of the book. It's an illustration of a map - a country house in some woodland. Text above it reads "The Grange - scene of mystery in Dreadful Hollow.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
Somewhere in America there's a guy who has applied to the FBI four times and is now suddenly going to be accepted, and everyone he knows is going to lock their pets away when he comes over.
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
All Rivers Spill Their Stories To The Sea screens tonight in Edinburgh with host @ninjaworrier.bsky.social talking to director @jeaniefinlay.com. Tickets: glimmerama.com/allriversspill
A poster for the event, featuring a picture of Director Jeanie Finlay and Host Amber Wilkinson. The screening is dated September 15 at the Cameo Picturehouse and there's a link to get tickets: glimmerama.com/allriversspillScreengrab of a Letterboxed review: Review by 
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Not super sure what my expectations were for this, but it exceeded them.

A perfect storm of the actual issues plaguing the country; deindustrialisation, money-grabbing local politicians, government agencies that aren't fit for purpose & private business pushing our ecological systems to breaking point. Another Letterboxd review screengrab: Yet another reminder of how much UK politics will favour image, money, and short-term solutions over actually helping communities and acknowledging their very real, damaging problems. Not to mention the classic reticence of accepting responsibility or willingness to lay the blame at the feet of corporations.

Jeanie Finlay crafts this documentary in a way that not only communicates the vital nature of the issue and how livelihoods that have been passed through generations are disappearing, but also does justice to the personalities and compassion of the subjects, including the lovely Stan Rennie. It says everything it needs to say, and has a truly personal touch which makes it so easy to connect with.Another Letterboxd screengrab:   Watched by Lisa 19 Mar 2026
A seemingly peaceful film that contains within it a heart of rage. Beatifully shot & completely unpretentious, with a loveable main character who draws you in and stays with you long after the credits roll. Justice for Stan, the north east of England and the precious creatures of the sea 💔🦞
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
All Rivers Spill Their Stories To The Sea screens tonight in Edinburgh with host @ninjaworrier.bsky.social talking to director @jeaniefinlay.com. Tickets: glimmerama.com/allriversspill
A poster for the event, featuring a picture of Director Jeanie Finlay and Host Amber Wilkinson. The screening is dated September 15 at the Cameo Picturehouse and there's a link to get tickets: glimmerama.com/allriversspillScreengrab of a Letterboxed review: Review by 
nikita
  
Not super sure what my expectations were for this, but it exceeded them.

A perfect storm of the actual issues plaguing the country; deindustrialisation, money-grabbing local politicians, government agencies that aren't fit for purpose & private business pushing our ecological systems to breaking point. Another Letterboxd review screengrab: Yet another reminder of how much UK politics will favour image, money, and short-term solutions over actually helping communities and acknowledging their very real, damaging problems. Not to mention the classic reticence of accepting responsibility or willingness to lay the blame at the feet of corporations.

Jeanie Finlay crafts this documentary in a way that not only communicates the vital nature of the issue and how livelihoods that have been passed through generations are disappearing, but also does justice to the personalities and compassion of the subjects, including the lovely Stan Rennie. It says everything it needs to say, and has a truly personal touch which makes it so easy to connect with.Another Letterboxd screengrab:   Watched by Lisa 19 Mar 2026
A seemingly peaceful film that contains within it a heart of rage. Beatifully shot & completely unpretentious, with a loveable main character who draws you in and stays with you long after the credits roll. Justice for Stan, the north east of England and the precious creatures of the sea 💔🦞
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Eye For Film @eyeforfilm.bsky.social · 14/09/2026
Eye For Film's @ninjaworrier.bsky.social will be hosting a Q&A with @jeaniefinlay.com tomorrow after a screening of eye-opening documentary All Rivers Spill Their Stories To The Sea at Cameo Cinema in Edinburgh. Details about the film & screenings at www.glimmerama.com/allriversspill #FilmSky🎬🐟
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 14/09/2026
We've announced the full line-up for this year's Mayhem Film Festival - spiders, vampires, alien pregnancies, alternate realities, ghosts, Guy Maddin and Gothic rage! All details below:
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Steven Sheil @scsheil.bsky.social · 14/09/2026
Amazing things are happening in the retail spaces of Nottingham
A corner vape shop with a sign on it reading  LOVELY SHOP 1A close-up
Of the shop frontage - an AI image of a chimpanzee in a baseball cap and sunglasses puffing on a vape
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