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Love's SacrificeWhat is happening to me? Where am I? The last thing that I remember was standing upon the shore, staring into oblivion. I was lost in a swirling sea of emotions, contemplating the impossibilities that surround me. How could this be? How could I be standing here? Yesterday, I did not exist, yet today I breathe, I walk, I see. How can this be?Love's Sacrifice by mmihalko13
Now, I wake here in this place. The wretched smell of death surrounds me, and the dampness stirs echoes of what once was. I was here before, in fact, I was born here. Why am I here again? Your love had set me free, hadn’t it? At least that I what I thought the last time I gazed into your eyes.
“Go my child, set off on a journey. Live for me,” you said to me as I rose from the table for the first time.
Now, I again lay upon your table, the cold steel rousing every sense, enlightening every nerve in my vile body. Yet, something is much different this time. The air is different, the atmosphere, everything. I want to move, but I am pa
The Tomb of Nephren-KaHe was the king of dune and sand,The Tomb of Nephren-Ka by AlmostWhitey
The ruler of the nile.
Clad in gold and jewels grand,
But in the fangs of powers vile.
Inside a raging sandstorm looms
A pyramid of blackest stone,
With labyrinthic, ancient rooms
And with a dismal colored throne.
The monument floats in the air,
Reversed and twisted, dark.
Non-euclidean this lair,
Below it glows an eldritch mark.
This is the tomb of Nephren-Ka,
Black Pharaoh of old.
The dark eclipse of Amun-Ra
And summoner of things untold.
His death mask is a cruel offense
To all the old traditions.
A crooked smile without a sense,
That seem to speak of mad ambitions.
Alhazred saw his grave and fled,
Egyptians call it cursed.
The Canon Alberic I've read
Had me in it's depths immersed.
Many secrets lie within,
The hieroglyphs are humming,
Like sacred cats or evil Jinn,
To tell of his majesty's coming.
Nephren-Ka, the highest priest
Of formless chaos crawling.
Pharaoh of the great beast
And of a haunter's vicious calling.
Sworn to Nyarlathotep
Help Me, Magdalene... Help Me!Magdalene,Help Me, Magdalene... Help Me! by mmihalko13
You will never believe what happened to me last night. Even now, my comprehension wavers. At first, my evening began as expected. I was cautiously transiting the hollow near the abandoned priory. The dreariness was oppressing, and yes before you ask, the mysterious history of the area populated my mind. I did not imagine this! I am not crazy! Believe me, when I tell you, I saw the dark shrouded figure along the side of the road, clambering on recess of the berm.
The sheets of rain and hail pierced my Falcon; I could only imagine how the howling winds were battering him. I had to stop; lend assistance. As I crept toward the solemnly cloaked figure, the repressing atmosphere grew heavy; the temperature plummeted. There was no face! There was only lifeless shell of a man. At that point, I looked into the abyss and saw Hell. No, I looked into the abyss and saw myself. No, it was not Hell, or myself, I looked into the abyss and saw the ancient gatherer of souls; in search of anot
To the Cloudscapes of Celephais“In a dream it was also that he came by his name of Kuranes, for when awake he was called by another name.”To the Cloudscapes of Celephais by AlmostWhitey
- H.P. Lovecraft, Celephaïs, 1922
Celephaïs! So high in light!
Your golden rooftops gleaming
In the sun, like dreamspheres bright,
And in the amber heavens beaming.
A shining diamond in the night,
When finally I'll reach you, dreaming.
The Halloween PartyIt is Hallowe’en, 1926, and my brother and I are on our way to a fancy dress party at our auntie’s house. The weather was good when we set out, but now we are caught in a fog so thick we can barely see our own feet.The Halloween Party by tlgrande
The heavy drizzle has drenched my short fairy dress, and my brother’s coat and his arm around my shoulders are the only things keeping me from turning into an icicle. He is dressed in a solder’s uniform, borrowed from our cousin, who was conscripted during the war, and his coat it blissfully thick and warm, although it doesn’t do much for my cold, bare legs.
Just as I start to think it is our fate to freeze to death out here, a looming, dark figure emerges from the fog. As we walk closer, I see that it is a large, imposing manor house in dark stone, and that there is light coming from the ground floor windows.
“We must really be off track,” my brother says, staring up at the building. “I don’t remember a building like th
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