Nicholas Cage is being burned alive inside of the Wicker Man but his luck changes when the wooden giant converts into a giant fighting robot for him to pilot and lets him get revenge on these women

"Neil tomó la mano de Willow. Lord Summerisle los presentó al resto de la aldea, que les hicieron reverencias. Fueron los reyes de Mayo. Para las leyes de esos paganos, estuvieron casados como los dioses de la cosecha..."

Oneshot escrito para plasmar mis ideas y sentimientos tras ver el clásico de 1973, The Wicker Man. Contiene spoilers del final. Los habitantes de Summerisle se encuentran regocijados: El ritual ha sido realizado, se ha hecho el sacrificio indicado y ahora la cosecha de ese año está garantizada. Pero... ¿Que sucederá cuando el dios de Neil Howie desee responder por lo que han hecho?

A full year after the disappearance Police Officer Edward Malus, Captain Adam Mitchell of Washington SWAT is sent in with two detectives and his right hand man Lieutenant James Morris to investigate his, and other strange disappearances over the past few years. But what will their search reveal about the island and it's inhabitants?

This is a Harry and the Hendersons fanfiction. Figured it was similar enough to The Wicker Man, so whatever. Anyway, yeah, here's the summery: what happens when George encounters Harry downstairs? Read more to find out.

Can Lord Summerisle change his pagan ways? If so, then can he always change his people's ways?

they are in my eyes

Not exactly about the 'Wicker Man' but I think the pun is enough. This is a reflective piece regarding the purchase and subsequent use of a wicker hat. Reviews more than welcome, so do that you lovely people.

A former Summerislander now living in Canada reflects on what her home island has lost. Based on the original Wicker Man

Note: Seeing as there were many things left unsolved, the new police officer Cadet George Winningham, lured into SummersIsle by the alluring Sister Honey, discovers what is really going on and stops the madness while nearly losing his life.

A sacred hour, an aching loss and a simple ritual.

The night before the Day of Death and Rebirth. What do the islanders feel and do on this night of all nights? How does His Lordship feel about what he must do? What will lead them through May Eve?

To whom do the people of Summerisle turn to when the crops fail again?