Featured: Spike Valance Mythos - The Dweller in the Gulf
Breathless in BrightonBreathless in Brighton
A gold medal winning runner becomes afflicted by an unknown viral infection that leaves him breathless at his doorstep
Everywhere in the city, there were notices posted that warned of the risk of an invasion but failed to identify the source(s). Some of the populace took these warnings seriously; others, of course, did not. They wondered-doubted-what the writer referred to. Certainly, a military invasion was not in question. BREXIT was still in progress. Furthermore, nobody anywhere had reported any signs of invasion from outer space. Those who took these warnings seriously wondered whether the warnings referred to a viral epidemic. Indeed, the only possible source remaining was bacteria.
Forty-eight hours after the last showers in the region, the environment was damp, musty and deserted of human activity. Indoors, in their respective houses and apartments, the populace had weakened and displayed symptoms of a small infection. Wheezi
Flicker [OmiFright]His sleep, like spindly fingers,
Retracts from him aghast.
But as he wakes it lingers,
So waking isn't fast.
He looks around in silence,
Confused to see the night.
From woeful dreams of violence,
He's thrown to haunting sight.
The morning hasn't broken,
Outside the woods are still.
There's scuttling things unspoken
And creeping shadows ill.
He lights a lonely candle
With fire pale as death.
He twists the door, the handle,
And takes a fearful breath.
The stars are dim and brooding,
The moon has fled the sky.
An eldritch thing's intruding,
The flame shows that it's nigh.
The candle starts to flicker,
A creaking on the floor.
The shadows chat and bicker
And shake him to the core.
The light shows ghastly creatures,
The dark can not be known.
Or blind and all alone.
He cannot stand the darkness,
He cannot stand the light.
Reality's just starkness,
His dreams reveal just blight.
He's walking torn and clouded,
The forest seems contrived.
The candlelight unshrouded
Lady in WhiteLady in White
A pirate captain in a local tavern meets the ghost of someone who drowned.
One late evening in October,
When I had left my ship at port,
And all the leaves in the glen had colored,
I headed to town for my favorite port.
There was only one tavern in the town,
Which had served this wine to me;
I needed to refresh body and soul,
Before I set out to sea.
That evening, as i sat drinking at my table,
The tavern door opened a-jar;
I heard it open and I turned to look.
A slender lady in white came in,
And she took a stool at the bar.
I walked over and introduced myself;
She replied, by mentioning her name.
At first, I could not believe i heard it;
But from then till now, I have not felt the same.
The lady had been aboard another ship,
Barely three weeks ago;
But that ship had sunk into the sea,
To be seen no more.
How could she have returned to land?
Had she survived, or....?
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