In applying our “fantastic-reality” theory tohistory, we have adopted a process of selection. Sometimes we havechosen facts of minor importance, but suggestive of some form of aberration,because, up to a certain point, it was in aberration that we were seeking a clue.[…] Can this method be used to forecast theContinue Reading
Never and never, my girl riding far and nearIn the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,Fear or believe that the wolf in a sheep white hoodLoping and bleating roughly and blithely leap,My dear, my dear,Out of a lair in the flocked leaves in the dew dipped yearTo eatContinue Reading
The object was white plaster. It looked like the cast of a disk-shaped, deep-graven stone. A part of the curved rim of the original must have been worn flat; it must have been cracked, he saw, and a little segment lost. That sweet fetor clung to it in an evilContinue Reading
New Xanadu, coordinates 000.000/000.000/000.000July 24th, 666 GE It seems that I have what might be called a rather unusual power […] everyone loves me, every thing in fact. […] The ugliest old man, the sweetest young child, yearn only for one thing from me. Life is hell, I tell you.Continue Reading
“Don’t call me stupid!” “Oh, right: to call you stupid would be an insult to stupid people. I’ve known sheep that could outwit you. I’ve worn dresses with higher IQs! But you think you are an intellectual, don’t you, ape?” (Kevin Kline and Jamie Lee Curtis, A Fish Called Wanda,Continue Reading
Fillet of a fenny snake,In the cauldron boil and bake.Eye of newt and toe of frog,Wool of bat and tongue of dog,Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,Lezard’s leg and owlet’s wing,For a charm of powerful trouble,Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. (William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I) Starmont, coordinates 91.349/-74.222/000.001JulyContinue Reading
“Hey, Cthulhu!” Uful’lan shouted, suddenly popping out from cover. For a moment, the creature paused its repeated battering of an overturned table, behind which a pair of Cardassians were huddled in terror. As Cthulhu’s attention shifted to the k’rell, its nerve endings flared with a series of crackling purple sparks.Continue Reading
Twiglet ran at breakneck speed, not daring to look back—but she wasn’t under any illusions. Any second now, she expected to feel the werewolves’ fetid breath on her neck… and then she’d die. Funny, she thought grimly. One hundred and thirty-seven years old, and it would all end here… inContinue Reading
