Showing posts with label Eldrich Horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eldrich Horror. Show all posts

Thursday, May 12, 2016

The Slumbering One

Long have I slumbered(1) beneath this city’s streets.(2)

I’ve slept what seems an eternity,(3) time beyond measure,(4) since the ancient ones(5) banished me, and in moments it feels as though I should never awaken.(6)

But I shall.(7)

I shall awaken, and when I do I will devour all(8) that lay before me(9) on my way to do my horrible business,(10) business I dare not even mention.(11)

All shall fear me,(12) upon that hour.(13) And none among them shall survive.(14) And truly, this end will please me greatly.(15)

I am an unstoppable thing, unpreventable in my coming,(16) as though I were the sea itself,(17) or the uncaring sky above,(18) or the blind, mad God who’s long since turned his uncaring face away from this pitiful world, ashamed and afraid to look upon it.(19)

But I am here. I am here,(20) in this world,(21) and the hour of my waking draws near.(22) Do not dare attempt to put this moment off,(23) for it is coming and soon it(24) will be nigh….

For so it has been written.(25)

And thus so shall it be.(26)





(1)Probably something like nine or ten hours. Way more sleep than my usual.

(2)I live in a basement apartment.

(3)It was not an eternity, obviously. but it seems like it was, due to time passing weirdly when you’re dreaming. Have you ever had that? Where you’re convinced a dream goes on for years and years? It was like that.

(4)The time COULD be measured, obviously, it just hasn’t been yet.

(5)An eighteen year-old Scotch I’d bought myself as a post-mother’s day present.

(6)In hindsight I should not have had as much of the Scotch as I did.

(7)I have no choice in the matter, I have things today that need to get done.

(8)Breakfast Food

(9)Probably something quick. Toast or some such. Maybe a PB&J sandwich. I’m almost certainly going to be running late and I’ve never been much of a breakfast person anyway.

(10)My Day Job.

(11)My day job is very boring, I’ll spare you the details.

(12)I am by no one’s estimation a morning person, and this plus my hangover means I will almost certainly be arriving at work in a foul mood.

(13)But after an hour, maybe two, with a lot of water for hydration and a few cups of coffee to wake me up, hopefully my mood will improve.

(14)Myself included. Death is, barring one or two exceptions depending on your religion, inevitable to us all.

(15)After all, life’s finite nature is what makes the things we do during ours meaningful. Death is always a painful moment, but it’s a necessary one, and I understand this as well as anyone.

(16)I could probably be prevented from going to work, but I don’t see any reason why anyone would bother.

(17)Insomuch as I am mostly made of water.

(18)Insomuch as the atoms of my body were forged in the same big bang as the stars.

(19)We have displeased our creator, and It has grown over time to resent us more and more for our arrogance, our inability or unwillingness to steward its creation, the lack of respect we’ve shown It through the lack of respect we’ve shown one another. It has abandoned us, and let us pray It never turns Its face back toward our pitiful little world, for should It do so Its wrath will be a terrible thing indeed, and surely all that we’ve squandered our squallid little lives valuing will in a heartbeat be reduced to nothing but ash, with none even to remember we were ever here...

(20)My basement apartment.

(21)A world that lurches toward its fate at the hands of a blind, mad God.

(22)I really do need to get out of bed at some point.

(23)I may be late for work already.

(24)My scheduled shift at work.

(25)I literally just finished writing it.


(26)Much like the end of all things, at the hands of a blind, mad God who’s grown to hate its creation…

Friday, January 16, 2015

Through the Doors


In an instant the night was destroyed by day, which in turn was divided by night, by endless night...

And in that night it came, it came for us, one and all.

Nobody knew exactly what it was we’d inadvertently unleashed when we breached the wall between worlds, thrown open the doors, because nobody had ever seen it and survived, but whatever it was it was not of this world, and all that was left of its victims…

I can’t, I can’t even begin. I’m sorry, I just can’t. It sickens me, my stomach hurts at the thought, my soul hurts. I don’t ever want to think of what it did to those poor, damned fools, not ever again. And yet, part of me knows that it’s not something I’ll ever be able to forget.

So those of us left scattered to the four winds, in the hopes that whatever it was we’d given access to our defenseless world might allow us to live out our days. We wouldn’t live them out in peace, there would be no peace for any one of us ever again and we knew it, but we hoped we might be allowed at least to live…

Even as the world ends, even for those responsible for ending it, hope springs. And though we knew there would be nothing we could do to save our miserable world from the unspeakable thing we’d unleashed, we held on to our hopes for base survival.

And so, we tried to run.

We tried to hide.

Because something had broken through, from the other side…