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“The Affair that shambleth about in the night, the Evil that defieth the Elder Sign, the Herd that stand watch at the secret portal each tomb is known to have, and that thrive on that which groweth out of the tenants within -- all these Blacknesses are lesser than HE Who guardeth the Gateway; HE Who will guide the rash one beyond all the worlds into the Abyss of unnamable Devourers. For HE is 'UMR AT-TAWIL, the Most Ancient One, which the scribe rendereth as THE PROLONGED OF LIFE.” Abdul Alhazred Necronomicon |
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Written by Paul Wright
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Saturday, 14 June 2008 |
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When a dangerous occult book is stolen, two members of Irmo University go out to challange the evil forces. But, can even they manage to overcome the deadly forces? |
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Written by Nathan Weisert
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Thursday, 05 June 2008 |
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Please tell me whether or not you like this story. If the response seems to be pretty good, it's possible that this may become the first installment in a series of short stories. |
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Written by Xaphriel Lamnia Caelsestus
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Monday, 12 May 2008 |
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Essentially, this is a story about patriotism. And, obviously, a little snub against America getting a little over-zealous on the war path these days. Then there's also some monsters/fallen angels/dragons thrown in for good measure. As for An Tenebrae Dubh... He's whoever you want Him to be. Enjoy. |
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Written by Andrew Pernick
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Saturday, 19 May 2007 |
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The store had no name. In the history of the city, through its busts and booms, its highs and lows, it remained, untouched, changing only insofar as it changed hands, acquired help, let its stock grow and shrink. But it never had a name. |
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Written by Lauren Silver
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Friday, 22 December 2006 |
I don't want to know this anymore. I've sinned.
No. Not sin, not exactly. But I've gone where I shouldn't, and so here I am. These things I've unleashed upon the world, this curse, I don't know the cure. All I can say is that I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. |
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Written by Andrew Slater
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Saturday, 12 May 2007 |
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As I approached the room, I smelt death. Two years in France with the Suffolk Regiment had made that smell as instantly recognisable as that of new-mown grass; newly mown soldier. I walked slowly toward Saunders’ hotel room door hoping I was wrong, but what else could have a combination of the bright, metallic taste of blood and the rich, foetid smell of opened guts? |
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Written by Leo Tarrant
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Thursday, 17 January 2008 |
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No longer can I sleep as my dreams betray me. The smell, the taste, the touch...why are they all so real? I awake clawing at my body like a rake does to fallen leaves. The dream has repeated itself twelve nights in a row and each time the horrors grow ever more realistic. What does "Fides", "evoco", "adduco" mean? "Malus", I know it means evil. I don't know how I know, but I know it means evil. |
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Written by Jesse
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Sunday, 23 March 2008 |
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Alignment of the stars heralds the coming of the end of the world. |
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