'Your carbine corporal.'
The gaunt man withdrew the weapon from the holster at the side of his sadle and handed it to him.
'Captain.'
He pressed the barrel of the gun against the head of the bulbous growth. And Fired. The gun exploded with a loud bang, leaving a smouldering gap in the crumpled form. The mass of vegetation that surrounded it almost seemed to shrink back as the life seeped from its pores and a thick cloud of smoke engulfed them.
'Thank you.'
They turned back towards the horses, and he got up beside the man.
'How many is that this week Bertole?'
'Four, maybe five. The dreaded things encroach further and further with each
Four centuries have I slept in this accursed pit, dreaming of the overworld and the hell I should bring upon it lest the chance come upon me to make my escape. This infernal prison of mine where I have slumbered, shackled to this corporeal realm by their petty magics, left to dream of ages gone by, when once we were kings.
I remember. I remember our opulent cities rising from the desert, the envy of all who espied them. The rich fields where our crops did grow, the mines from the depths of which our riches were carried, the happy faces of those we did all our people and the grand armies we did command. All so long ago, yet still so vivid in
5th August 1897
Savile Row Hostel
No doubt by now news will have reached you of a discovery of a most peculiar kind in the South China Sea, a discovery saved from the obscurity of the back pages by the fame and notoriety of its chief author, one Dr Percy Carr - Dr Carr being a man who rose to front page prominence some months back for his illicit affair with the Earl of Essex's niece.
Had Dr Carr's gaze not strayed as it did I dare say the story would never have reached the general public as it did, bur perhaps we should be thankful it is so.
I write to you now, in this open letter, because I have information, information redacted from th
To the North, in the distant lands of the Kingdom of Prescilian, it is commonplace to find mothers scolding their children with oaths about sending them to the depths of Helon, to fend for themselves against the nightspawn that call it home. They tell scare stories of the fools eager for glory who disappear into the dark beneath Helon, never to be seen again, and children cower. Rightfully so.
Helon, once the seat of a mighty empire that covered much of the known world is now but a pit of darkness; it has lain barren for some four thousand years now, neatly nestled in the midst of the Kulak desert, ever since the stars changed and with them
I: The Beginning
I am life, I am the beginning,
In my hands I hold a lump of earth,
tiny, insignificant,
till I give it substance,
Gently, I massage it, I turn it,
crafting a ball in my hands,
It is plain, bare,
the lump of earth is
brown and barren,
It is lifeless,
Across it's surface I draw water,
slowly creating lakes and rivers
across the small globe,
but I know that something is lacking,
So in the darkness I create light,
so that my new world may escape the
eternal night,
But something is missing,
the darkness is gone,
and there are rivers and lakes,
but there is no life,
my work is not yet done,
From the earth I f
'Your carbine corporal.'
The gaunt man withdrew the weapon from the holster at the side of his sadle and handed it to him.
'Captain.'
He pressed the barrel of the gun against the head of the bulbous growth. And Fired. The gun exploded with a loud bang, leaving a smouldering gap in the crumpled form. The mass of vegetation that surrounded it almost seemed to shrink back as the life seeped from its pores and a thick cloud of smoke engulfed them.
'Thank you.'
They turned back towards the horses, and he got up beside the man.
'How many is that this week Bertole?'
'Four, maybe five. The dreaded things encroach further and further with each
Four centuries have I slept in this accursed pit, dreaming of the overworld and the hell I should bring upon it lest the chance come upon me to make my escape. This infernal prison of mine where I have slumbered, shackled to this corporeal realm by their petty magics, left to dream of ages gone by, when once we were kings.
I remember. I remember our opulent cities rising from the desert, the envy of all who espied them. The rich fields where our crops did grow, the mines from the depths of which our riches were carried, the happy faces of those we did all our people and the grand armies we did command. All so long ago, yet still so vivid in
5th August 1897
Savile Row Hostel
No doubt by now news will have reached you of a discovery of a most peculiar kind in the South China Sea, a discovery saved from the obscurity of the back pages by the fame and notoriety of its chief author, one Dr Percy Carr - Dr Carr being a man who rose to front page prominence some months back for his illicit affair with the Earl of Essex's niece.
Had Dr Carr's gaze not strayed as it did I dare say the story would never have reached the general public as it did, bur perhaps we should be thankful it is so.
I write to you now, in this open letter, because I have information, information redacted from th
To the North, in the distant lands of the Kingdom of Prescilian, it is commonplace to find mothers scolding their children with oaths about sending them to the depths of Helon, to fend for themselves against the nightspawn that call it home. They tell scare stories of the fools eager for glory who disappear into the dark beneath Helon, never to be seen again, and children cower. Rightfully so.
Helon, once the seat of a mighty empire that covered much of the known world is now but a pit of darkness; it has lain barren for some four thousand years now, neatly nestled in the midst of the Kulak desert, ever since the stars changed and with them
I: The Beginning
I am life, I am the beginning,
In my hands I hold a lump of earth,
tiny, insignificant,
till I give it substance,
Gently, I massage it, I turn it,
crafting a ball in my hands,
It is plain, bare,
the lump of earth is
brown and barren,
It is lifeless,
Across it's surface I draw water,
slowly creating lakes and rivers
across the small globe,
but I know that something is lacking,
So in the darkness I create light,
so that my new world may escape the
eternal night,
But something is missing,
the darkness is gone,
and there are rivers and lakes,
but there is no life,
my work is not yet done,
From the earth I f
I'm currently trying to write a few pieces on the inner mechanics of media but I'm stuck about what to write about, I was working on an article about videogame design but in an incredible display of stupidity I can't remember what I was writing about...
DOH.
I'm also working on some visual pieces aswell and focusing on some weird horror art but I'm really annoyed that I can't even remember what I was writing about.
I'm sure it'll come back to me though.
Just put up some new stuff in the last couple of weeks, really unsure where to go with my art. For a long time I struggled with trying to do realistic, representational drawing but always found myself bored - my dad was always good at drawing landscapes and scenery and spending absolutely hours drawing animals or things but I can't really seem to put myself to it. I think maybe I'm going to try and do some more thematic or horror pieces - I really enjoyed drawing my last piece as it allowed me a space to work out how to project different conflicting notions about female sexuality and how to work on multiple levels, and horror I just love beca
Just been working on a piece and for the second time in recent weeks I spell-checked it to find I'd made no spelling mistakes whatsoever in it apparently... which is weird considering usually I miss something.
This is completely irrelevant information... but ummm, the internet needed to know because err... well... I'm a narcissist, get over it! : D