The First of Many...
_In truth, I have discarded nearly a dozen drafts of this letter, and I still find myself uncertain of what I must precisely say._ _So many things have been experimented upon--and sought for, that it is difficult to find a place to 'begin' telling you...
Through A Glass Darkly - 7 (final)
A gentle breeze sent ripples over the golden grass that covered the plain, sunlight glinting from the stalks as if they were real gold. Here and there green peeked out amid the gold, signs of the new life that seemed to be flourishing all around. ...
Through A Glass Darkly - 4
They went on. The road had stretched forever, Whiffletree was sure, and the forest nearly as far. They would walk on worn black cobblestones until the universe died its final, cold death. Yet with each stride the road curved and climbed more, snaking...
Writing prompt; 2024-08-13; Shadows of time
I wanted to have some fun with it and get some inspiration from noir detectives mixed with some lovecraftian 'other worldness' this story can also be found here: [https://tretron.me/stories-sfw/writing-prompt-2024-08-13-shadows-of-time/](https://tretron.me
James and the Giant Deep
?James was sure he'd be fired. The entire board was in there. He'd barged in and seen top secret files. Glanced, really, he didn't have time to read anything they said. And yet, that eye haunted him. Just thinking about it his fear grew. He could feel...
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...
Shadows Chapter 1
There a creature that should have been drawn by giger, off to the right something lovecraftian. they varied widely in size from some that didn't top six feet to others who could've looked over a two-story home.
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...
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...
A Deep, Dark Storm
Also, it's an experiment and reinforcement to my concept of my favorite lovecraftian entity as an earth-to-air contradictory spirit.
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!
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...