“A Sailors Gambit” – A Lovecraftian Drabble
Sailors and fisherman are bred from a hardy stock, and though their tempers be foul, and their language be coarse, they can also be on occasion somewhat whimsical.
It is with
this in mind that it delights me to relate upon you a nautical tale of heroics,
passion and adventure.
tale the likes of which you have never heard before, and I’d wager a gallon of
the admirals best rum you’ll never hear again.
It all began when a captain spied a
floating bottle with a message inside, and ended when he cursed and tossed the
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The dog was
really talking, and despite it being advertised as such, this discovery was
only the third most alarming realisation in that moment, and one that normally
wouldn’t have fazed me despite it being a scientific impossibility.
most disconcerting fact about the carnival or horror sideshow was that the dog
wasn’t so much as sitting, but actually hovering barely an inch above the
However, the thing that
truly petrified me, and instantly turned my crisp white shirt into a sweaty
sodden rag, was that the dog was reciting the Lord’s prayer, in Latin …
The Painting That Should Never Have Been“ – A Lovecraftian Drabble
artist sighed and delicately laid down his brush and palette.
The tableau was almost complete but already he
imagined he could feel a mesmerising influence.
unmistakably the finest painting of his life, but though he knew it not, there
are some effigies that ought not be captured.
reach for his coffee he brushed past the painting and unexpectedly felt an agonising
twinge on the wrist.
gargantuan dose of venom surged through his body he looked back at his easel
and spotted fresh blood depicted on the fangs of one of Medusa’s vipers.
The Circle of Stone“ – A Lovecraftian Drabble
ceremony was in barely a week and he had yet to formulate his plan of action.
villagers, the overcast weather, the infamous house, even the thorn bushes and
shrubs that surrounded the abandoned mansion all seemed to have conspired
truth he was aware of an abundance of coincidences, but not that his free will
had been seductively suppressed by the pictures on the wall.
break free from their enticing charm, he meandered his way up the grassy verge
to the foot of the ancient stone circle, then calmly awaited his fate.
Return of the Ancient Adversary” – A Lovecraftian Drabble
to the sound of the deep space claxon, its undulating wail reverberated off the
out there beyond the colonised systems a relay satellite had detected a
alarms caused by failing circuitry many millennia old were often the cause, but
he wasn’t stationed out this far from civilisation to ignore readings.
the claxon, he instructed the computer to rotate the ship about and close the
calculating the journey in centuries, he fervently hoped he didn’t die of old
age first, as that would negate his family receiving any posthumous bonus.
Released by Heaven“ – A Lovecraftian Drabble
born in the city of towering smoke blocks, and growing up they were all he
As a man
he spent each day working in their shade, and deep down he knew he would die having
never escaped these looming megaliths of stone and glass.
clear nights, he would open his windows and lean out to stare up at the stars.
they became his friends, for each he named and knew on sight.
friends they became that they were moved by his plight, so one dreamy night
they mercifully bore him away.
She-Devil“ – A Lovecraftian Drabble
in swamp gator county there’s a town that now ain’t more than a few ornery folk
waiting to taste dirt.
used to be a real hoot, full of shindigs and moonshine, ‘til poor Bessie lost
her beau an’ her husband on the same day.
of hers was mean as an ox, while her beau was kind-a wiry and had nervous
rightly knows what went on the day her husband came home full of whisky, but
the timing in which her beau first buried him and was then buried himself was