Last Thursday (15th March) was the 70th anniversary of Lovecraft’s death. And I didn’t see any mention around here!
Admittedly I only know myself because boingboing posted about it. They have some photos of Lovecraft’s headstone if anyone is interested.
He got up and had a shower. It was late morning and even now the sun was burning through the thin shutters. Once he was dressed he went down for breakfast.
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“He is dead you say?”
“No. Alive. He is one of the Quick.”
“Alive? You mean dead don’t you?”
“Alive.”
The Mayor rolled this thought around his head for a moment. “So let me get this straight. He’s dead and…”
“No your not listening he’s alive.”
“Alive, it’s just preposterous. Doesn’t make sense. But because he is dead, it’s no problem…”
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A little story about a group of lads who journey out to a unnamed pub for an ultimate night but find something very different.
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This is a short story taken from something I’m working on. Its about an Angel and his decision.
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This is a short story about an Irish student who finds himself lost in Paris… via his dreams!
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This is my first attempt at putting together a complete RPG. It’s not really playable in it’s current state but many of the ideas have been refined and used elsewhere. In a sense it has evolved into, well, something completely different.
The Earth exists in the Void; the swirling empty/full potential that contains everything that was, will be or could be. The Earth is a glob of concentrated energy and life, solitary and small. Things born of the Void pick on it and its Shard Realms who desire its energy or life. The are drawn to it, they are powerful and they are insane.
A thin Veil that hides the true nature of the world from people’s eyes and protects the Earth.
This was a prelude I wrote to a very early version of an RPG. At the time it was called Renegade. It serves as a reader’s introduction to this weird world. An early draft of the RPG is avaliable from here.
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This story of mine came in the top six (runnerup) of the 2002 Literary Agent.co.uk Competition. It’s about a paradox for a dreamwalker.
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