Through A Glass Darkly - 6
In her first moments of ascension, all Luna knew was blood. The sight, staining the altar and Whiffletree's gray coat. The scent, thick in the air. The taste, heady on her tongue. Blood was her world as the moon rose triumphant at her back. She rose...
The Patchwork Soldier part IV (revised)
Its huge loading claws, each one the size of a small fighter, gave it the appearance of a lovecraftian monster (if lovecraft had had a degree in engineering). i activated the magnets on my boots. clunk!
The Patchwork Soldier part IV
Its huge loading claws, each one the size of a small fighter, gave it the appearance of a lovecraftian monster (if lovecraft had had a degree in engineering). i activated the magnets on my boots. clunk!
Through A Glass Darkly - 5
Whiffletree felt well rested when she rose. It was illogical, of course. They'd escaped a horrible danger, and rested amid the unknown and perhaps the unknowable, and yet she'd slept deeply and soundly. She stretched, as did Luna beside her, and...
Through A Glass Darkly - 2
The pair, gray earth pony and blue unicorn, slept beside the dying embers of the fire. They slept for an unmarked time, then woke with the stars still gleaming above. The faintest wisp of smoke still came from the fire's ashes, and without a word Luna...
Chapter 7: Fox and Wolverine
It's a lovecraftian monster." "oh. i, um, i think my friend ellie might have mentioned something about that before. she's into horror." "you're not, i take it."
Shadows Dance: Part I
Another of the early stories that incorporates the "lovecraftian horror/struggling gay relationship" model i currently use. i had a pleasure writing this and its violent conclusion. **shadows dance** "no. no, this isn't right."
Confessions
Hey all! Sorry it's taken so long between updates! Here's the next little bit of stuff I've been working on, Enjoy! This is a letter from Giovanni Wolfhardt, after someone expressed concerns of the relevancy of the prologue I initially posted...
Through A Glass Darkly - 3
There was nothing like morning when the two mares woke and began their journey once more. The sky was as dark as ever, the stars as bright and as strange as ever, and the road as black as ever, but it began to climb more often than it sank, and the...
Case File: 001
( Much Prettier if you decide to read it in the pictures! [Page One](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1191276), [Page Two](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1191278) and [Page Three](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1191280) !) Clinical File:...
Juryokine: Exile of Heroes, Chapter Thirty Three
But is it a truth toke wants to hear, or the lovecraftian cosmic horror kind that will leave him babbling in a corner? _sorry toke, you're turning into cthulhu._ oops, spoiler alert!
Springtide of the Black Rose: Chapter 12: November Rains
Brett snickered at the pun, considering he was a fan of lovecraftian horror and made him no stranger to his courtier's behavior, "to simply put it: you... you did good you!" he teased, trying to compliment him.