So I started this little story-type thing, and
am not sure how I feel about it. It's totally influenced by Lovecraft.
I feel like it's confusing if I don't explain the premise prior to
reading, so read and let me know exactly what you get from it, please.
I The thing beckoned me once more from an ancient crypt perched atop a granite cliff jutting from the shore and dazed, I awoke out of dream plagued sleep, deep, and steeped in terrifying visions from some shadowy world my flesh knew well but my mind could not place of rituals over stone alters an alien thing with human face elder gods beneath the sea all waiting on the brink. For what? I cannot think, or will not. Still I shuffle sleepily down the great hall to the foyer where I donned coat and boots. Then out into a bitter night fit for fall. II Along a seldom beaten path I hurried through an eerie twilight world frozen, and spectral blue and caught in some silent fury by the wind. My vision dimmed as onward I strode, thorny bushes clutching for my coat while bare black branches beat at my face, and shielding hands and as the path began to slope up hill far in the distance resting, anxious yet still I gazed upon their silhouettes rows upon rows of cracked headstones battered, worn by time and yet somehow living, breathing Heaving upon the horizon with every step I took until at last I came to that iron gate creaking in the wind, unhinged and with a coat of rust that ate at it relentlessly III ? and that's as far as I got. |