Thursday, October 27, 2011
The Great Old Ones
The expedition descended into the cavern, where Hollingsworth waited, shaking with anticipation. A green glow emanated from the wall around a cylindrical object, what Hollingsworth believed to be an ancient alien power cell.
Little did they know of his true nature, as he stood in the luminous cave, a gleam of youth replacing his withered visage.
“This is it.” Hollingsworth wrung his hands. “Power for the occulus demonicus. With it I shall peer beyond the stars into the abyss.”
“Aren’t you afraid of what might be out there watching, waiting, looking back?” An other said.
“No.” Hollingsworth drew a revolver.
Friday, October 21, 2011
A short story exercise that needed a home.
I tripped over a box on the way out the door this morning.
“Dammit!” I kicked it across the yard and glared at the box lying at an angle against a tree stump.
There were no shipping labels, no markings, just a plain cardboard box sealed with clear packing tape. I took my keys and cut open the box. READ THIS FIRST! Was printed on a card taped to the front of what looked like a set of instructions. I tossed them onto the porch. Instructions are just someone else’s opinion anyway.
Beneath the layer of bubble wrap was what looked like a replica of the universe. Where the hell did this come from? I don’t remember ordering anything. Oh well, it was mine now. I glanced at my watch, still had a few minutes before I had to leave for work. I sat on the porch and looked down into the box. It looked so real. I stuck my hand in the box and touched a sun. The sky began to darken. I looked up and didn’t see any clouds. I don’t remember reading about an eclipse today.
“Holy shit!” I set the box down and backed away slowly. In the distance I could hear sirens.
The interrogation room was bare and pure white. A man in black sat across from me. A newspaper lay folded on the table; the headline read “Giant Finger Seen From Space, Causes Eclipse NASA Reports.”
“Did you even read the instructions?” The man in black stood up.
“No,” I looked down.
“What were you thinking? You completely destroyed a Class 4 planet.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Sorry… sorry won’t cut it. “ He leaned closer trying to intimidate me.
“Look I didn’t ask for this. I have no idea where it came from,” I explained.
“That doesn’t matter. The instructions are there for a reason. So idiots like you don’t screw things up. Number one- store in a safe place. Number two-do not touch. And number three...” he shook his head. “Did you really yell ‘I am your overlord’ through a styrofoam cup to make yourself sound more ominous?”
Sixty steps true west from the twisted tree where dead men hung, was the center of Nowhere; a ramshackle town at the end of the trail.
Shutters banged, footsteps retreated down the wooden boardwalk, and curtains whisked closed.
Sam Hell had come to town.
At the end of the street two dusty youngsters played at marbles.
“Good shot!” Cody wiped at his runny nose.
“Say Mister, do you wanna play marbles?” the other noticed Sam.
“Don’t look at ‘em he’s mean.” Cody scooped up his shooter.
“You ever kill anyone?”
“Just people that ask too many questions.”
Thursday, October 13, 2011
I found the shunned house as it had endured for centuries.
In the damp earthen cellar I recited cryptic lore from ancient manuscripts bound in the flesh of beasts, written by the erudite wizard, whose name goes unspoken.
I see them as I look out beneath crimson skies, the unearthly fiends that slither in the impenetrable morass of the dark woods. I hear them cursing in terrible voices that I somehow comprehend. They tell me that I cannot leave.
I have no fear for what I have unleashed. The gates are open
I am home.