A Penny for Your Dread Thoughts
Some stories arrive whole. Others begin as a question, a half remembered image, a line overheard in passing, or a thing glimpsed at the edge of lamplight.
A Penny for Your Dread Thoughts is a regular invitation from Penny Dreadful’s Journal, offered to readers, writers, and the curious.
Each dreadful thought may be answered as fiction, poetry, memory, folklore, confession, local rumour, or something stranger.
This Week’s Recovered Thought
Not every dreadful thought originates within the Journal itself.
Some arrive anonymously.
Some are overheard in passing.
Some appear to slip through the ether without explanation.
The following question was recovered this week from uncertain provenance.
Should it trouble you sufficiently, you may answer it below.
The work need not be polished.
A dreadful thought poorly captured is often more interesting than one scrubbed clean.
Leave Your Account
Some dreadful thoughts are best ignored.
Others insist upon being written down.
If this particular fragment has lodged itself somewhere inconvenient, you may leave your account below for possible inclusion within the Journal’s archive.
Newly recovered thoughts surface regularly.
Selected accounts may later appear within the Readers’ Cabinet alongside other curious fragments submitted to the Journal.
You are welcome to return whenever inspiration or curiosity strikes.
The Readers’ Cabinet
Not every account submitted to the Journal is forgotten.
Selected fragments, recollections, witness statements, and other curious responses are occasionally preserved within the Readers’ Cabinet for future readers and wanderers.
Those inclined toward such things may examine the preserved accounts below.