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The Thing in StoneThe Thing in StoneThe Thing in Stone by Michel-le-fou
From Lovecraft's “Call of Cthulhu”
Timothy Finley sat gazing puzzled at the stone object on his shelf. There was a secret to it that seemed, to him, rather dark. The object was erect like most statues; but its head was cephalopod with many short and medium tentacles, instead of jaws, and the eyes were dark and stared sightlessly at him. Finley could scarcely make out signs of intelligence, but the face seemed cunning and darkly intelligent. The countenance of a schemer.
"Who on earth are you? Where are you from?" He mused.
Suddenly he heard, or thought he heard, a reply from the statue.
"I am what the elders before your birth called 'Old One' and I come from a dimension you could not know, Timothy Finley."
"Yes. These were Cthulhu, Nyarlathotep and Yog-sothoth, primarily; but there were others. Their names are still unknown to you. I am one of them."
Timothy sat, staring at it speechlessly. Did it really talk or did he imagine it? If he imagine
Serenity in Seclusion [verse]Serenity in SeclusionSerenity in Seclusion [verse] by Michel-le-fou
The good man cares for his love
He will find the safe secluded place
To relax her from daily life
To put a smile upon her face
So we moved to find this spot
Most of the day, throughout the night
We find the tranquility for our love
And we hold each other tight
Like a pair of velvet gloves
Whether the place is fully peaceful or not
A Halloween Like None BeforeA Halloween Like None BeforeA Halloween Like None Before by Michel-le-fou
The night of 30 October was scarcely the night that most folk usually celebrated as All Hallows' Eve. Throughout the edge of the town of Salem, Massachusetts, long noted for its former crazed witch hunts and unfounded accusations of black magic. None were ever proven or even investigated.
But despite the shady past in the town, the date in 2013 was more like a new arrival than a revival of old characters. The first upon the scene was a faint, aged and seemingly ruminating figure of a man wearing a high top hat and the dark clothes of mystics and undertakers alike. His gaze was stony and cool, yet indubitably sharp like an eagle. He strolled the back lane of the main road, isolated and unobserved, muttering eldritch words that had no resemblance to any known human tongue. He scanned the doorways and windows of the houses he passed thoroughly. Some windows revealed the glow of electric lights; others revealed the dim glow of a candle.
However, neither a
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Beneath the sand, South-West of Cairo, Egypt, giant walls were discovered by marooned explores. Riveting carvings decorated the walls, they were carved for modern souls perusal. They connected the walls with a modern ceiling and they rebuilt its halls in Cairo.
Then they, turned its compartments into another museum.
Chatting students from an American high school came to Egypt, believed to be looking for, love and gold, though no treasure was more precious than the education their country had to offer. They spent the day sweating, only seeing the things that other tourist have seen.
After the Pyramids, they were exhausted and wearisome. The sun had set and the moon had rose in its glossy silver. On their way to their apartment they came across those giant walls found in that distant desert. Through the door they saw a tour-guide laying his hands upon its carvings.
"Excuse me sir, what is this place?" asked their history teacher, from Italy.
"A place that hasn't been here for 2,00
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This is the first revision of my second Monsterpiece; © Chris Hawke 2014, it will take you about one half of one hour to read through, so I hope I made it worth your while!! Everything you read here is in traditional fixed form. More revisions coming soon. Any comments, critiques greatly appreciated!! Enjoy!!
Welcome friends, unto this cirque, it's here these daunting memories lurk. Let me tell you of a tale, when malice thrived and hate set sail. Most cunning creed met it's avail, through two years fie the basest gale.
A fertile faring female lay, the carnal pleasures seen their day, it was without these fruits of May, that I was met with my dismay.
A jolly jaundice met my ear, the grin I grinned not thinking may be fit to grip a ghost in gauntly gadding taunt, ungainly flaunt of feral fear; they say dismay was lurking near. In sin of which, within a twitch, a din in which a witch did sneer. An evil there was lurking near.
But to digress I must confess that days before I didn't a
I have been writing since secondary school where I began to receive recognition for my fiction as class assignments. In university I was a section editor for the school newspaper and continued writing stories and poetry as well as news articles and editorials. I received several awards. I received my Bachelor of Arts in English Literature from a good university and went abroad, to teach ESL to support my interests, [Writers never earn enough by writing!] I earned good pay and recognition for my skill in teaching too. Recently, I edited and wrote several dissertations. The students I wrote for passed viva voce and got degrees. |
My principle genres of fiction are horror and science fiction. Conditions do not warrant me to write long stories like before, but I can manage 10 pages.
Current Residence: Thailand
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Favourite genre of music: rock and jazz
Favourite style of art: surrealism
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: For the past 6 months I switched to iTunes
iFovourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny, doc!
Personal Quote: We do with our dreams and our imagination what is impossible to do in real life