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“Since Cthulhu is as much a water elemental as a bird, there is little reason to associate him with the sign of Pisces!” Antonius Quine Introduction to the Current Edition, Quine Necronomicon |
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Fiction
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Written by Old Theobald
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Friday, 28 September 2007 |
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You ask me to explain why I am afraid of a draught of cool air; why I shiver more than others upon entering a cold room, and seem nauseated and repelled when the chill of evening creeps through the heat of a mild autumn day. There are those who say I respond to cold as others do to a bad odour, and I am the last to deny the impression. What I will do is to relate the most horrible circumstance I ever encountered, and leave it to you to judge whether or not this forms a suitable explanation of my peculiarity. |
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Wednesday, 19 September 2007 |
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Atop the tallest of earth's peaks dwell the gods of earth, and suffer not man to tell that he hath looked upon them. Lesser peaks they once inhabited; but ever the men from the plains would scale the slopes of rock and snow, driving the gods to higher and higher mountains till now only the last remains. When they left their old peaks they took with them all signs of themselves, save once, it is said, when they left a carven image on the face of the mountain which they called Ngranek. |
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Best of Fiction
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Tuesday, 18 September 2007 |
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Lavinia was one who would be apt to mutter such things, for she was a lone creature given to wandering amidst thunderstorms in the hills and trying to read the great odorous books which her father had inherited through two centuries of Whateleys, and which were fast falling to pieces with age and wormholes. She had never been to school, but was filled with disjointed scraps of ancient lore that Old Whateley had taught her. The remote farmhouse had always been feared because of Old Whateley's reputation for black magic, and the unexplained death by violence of Mrs Whateley when Lavinia was twelve years old had not helped to make the place popular. |
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Thursday, 13 September 2007 |
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I saw him on a sleepless night when I was walking desperately to save my soul and my vision. My coming to New York had been a mistake; for whereas I had looked for poignant wonder and inspiration in the teeming labyrinths of ancient streets that twist endlessly from forgotten courts and squares and waterfronts to courts and squares and waterfronts equally forgotten, and in the Cyclopean modern towers and pinnacles that rise blackly Babylonian under waning moons, I had found instead only a sense of horror and oppression which threatened to master, paralyze, and annihilate me. |
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Best of Fiction
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Saturday, 08 September 2007 |
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During the winter of 1927-28 officials of the Federal government made a strange and secret investigation of certain conditions in the ancient Massachusetts seaport of Innsmouth. The public first learned of it in February, when a vast series of raids and arrests occurred, followed by the deliberate burning and dynamiting - under suitable precautions - of an enormous number of crumbling, worm-eaten, and supposedly empty houses along the abandoned waterfront. |
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Written by Julio
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Wednesday, 29 August 2007 |
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Having roamed for a long time in the world I decided at long last to settle in Arkham, Massachusetts. In my youth as an archeologist I traveled widely throughout the world and visited places that to any North American mind conjures up visions of Indiana Jones or stark, half-naked savages worshipping god-like stones beneath clear stars. Drumbeats, of course, would be heard in THX sound. As an archeologist I have been to the land of the time-infested pharaohs, whose ancient civilization still speaks to us of mankind’s youth, whose crumbling and eroding monuments whisper to us of man’s vanity and of mysterious epochs now lost to human consciousness. |
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Friday, 24 August 2007 |
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Three times Randolph Carter dreamed of the marvelous city, and three times was he snatched away while still he paused on the high terrace above it. All golden and lovely it blazed in the sunset, with walls, temples, colonnades and arched bridges of veined marble, silver-basined fountains of prismatic spray in broad squares and perfumed gardens, and wide streets marching between delicate trees and blossom-laden urns and ivory statues in gleaming rows; while on steep northward slopes climbed tiers of red roofs and old peaked gables harbouring little lanes of grassy cobbles. It was a fever of the gods, a fanfare of supernal trumpets and a clash of immortal cymbals. Mystery hung about it as clouds about a fabulous unvisited mountain; and as Carter stood breathless and expectant on that balustraded parapet there swept up to him the poignancy and suspense of almost-vanished memory, the pain of lost things and the maddening need to place again what once had been an awesome and momentous place. |
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Written by Niels
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Wednesday, 22 August 2007 |
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"The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents."
Perhaps not only was Lovecraft speaking of anything metaphysical but also the reasons why a person tends to accept a certain belief. This statement could likewise be utilized when speaking of Lovecraft himself, we don’t really know why he had such a strong tendency towards anti-Semitism. Some of us believe he had a deeper understanding of the darker aspects of life... |
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Written by Pual Atreides
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Tuesday, 07 August 2007 |
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It is on this Earth that Creatures lie. Aliens, that are worshipped as gods, have control over...other aliens. It is here, that an apocalyptic battle will take place. A war that will go on until Cthulhu knows when. And it is mighty Cthulhu who is at war. Our story begins here, in the stages before the coming conflict. It is here, that shall be ravaged by relentless war. It is here that one final victor be decided! |
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Written by Azathoth
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Monday, 16 July 2007 |
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In his own unique way, H. P. Lovecraft is a somewhat controversial figure. After decades of obscurity, his work is only now beginning to be examined as serious literature. By contrast, Edgar Allan Poe is well established as a serious author, and generally accepted in the literary canon. |
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Necronomicon
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Written by Andrew Pernick
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Wednesday, 11 July 2007 |
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Simon's Gate rituals discuss the existence of seven so-called Gates, or doorways to higher planes of consciousness. The book claims that these Gates open to seven zones above the Earth, and that the Gates were known to the Chaldeans, followers of Greek texts written in the 2nd cent. BC by Julius the Theurgist. Such followers included, in the modern era, the Golden Dawn, whose membership rolls included, as a high-ranking member, Aleister Crowley. |
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Written by Niels
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Wednesday, 20 June 2007 |
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Boston 2007-06-18 A recent discovery identified the remains of an old house as the location Francis Thurston lived. Apparently the following document including an incomplete old news article has been found in a secret cellar under Wayland’s study archives. The handwriting does not concur with the documents which have been found among Wayland’s earlier papers and is hitherto not been recognized. |
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Written by H. P. Lovecraft
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Thursday, 31 May 2007 |
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It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the fire. For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see. He is the soul of antique Aegyptus, and bearer of tales from forgotten cities in Meroe and Ophir. He is the kin of the jungle's lords, and heir to the secrets of hoary and sinister Africa. The Sphinx is his cousin, and he speaks her language; but he is more ancient than the Sphinx, and remembers that which she hath forgotten. |
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