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What can we as writers learn from masters of the horror genre such as Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe, Shirley Jackson, and others? What special voices and literary techniques do these accomplished writers use to subtly create moods and situations that unnerve, fascinate, and shock readers in a pleasurable way?

In the class, students will follow the examples set by these masters while applying tried and tested Writers Studio methods. The goal is to help students bring their unique creative material to life in new and vibrant ways. All students are welcome, whether new to The Writers Studio or veterans of our classes. Experience in writing horror is not necessary, but an interest in the genre is recommended. Students can choose to write fiction, poetry, or creative nonfiction.

ONLINE WRITING LITERARY HORROR starts on Saturday, February 1st and will be taught by Philip Ivory, director of the Tucson branch of The Writers Studio. The class will be conducted online for six weeks.

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ONLINE WRITING LITERARY HORROR

In this online class, students will follow examples set by established writers including Ray Bradbury, Sandra Cisneros, Seamus Heaney, Patrick McCabe, and Jacqueline Woodson while applying tried and tested Writers Studio methods. By looking at techniques and voices crafted by established writers, students learn how to bring their unique creative material to life in new and vibrant ways.

All students are welcome, whether new to The Writers Studio or veterans of our classes. Students can choose to write fiction, poetry, or creative nonfiction.

ONLINE WRITING ABOUT CHILDHOOD starts on October 19th and will be taught by Philip Ivory, director of the Tucson branch of The Writers Studio.

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“So from the age of twenty-four to thirty-six hardly a day passed when I didn’t stroll myself across a recollection of my grandparents’ northern Illinois grass, hoping to come across some old half-burnt firecracker, a rusted toy, or a fragment of letter written to myself in some young year hoping to contact the older person I became to remind him of his past, his life, his people, his joys and his drenching sorrows. So, I turned myself into a boy running to bring a dipper of clear rainwater out of that barrel by the side of the house. And, of course, the more water you dip out the more flows in. The flow has never ceased.”
— RAY BRADBURY