Post by Twisted Logic on Sept 3, 2010 23:05:54 GMT -5
I was asked to do a short descriptive essay for my Comp 1 class, so I decided to make it Lovecraftian. It's not that great (certainly not up to Lovecraft's standards), but it's a first attempt. Feel free to make fun of me.
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Darkness. It engulfed everything on that forsaken hilltop. No moon to lighten my way. No stars to clear my path. I cannot shake the paranoia associated with being watched, though I know for a fact that I came alone, both intentionally, and otherwise. Then, from all around, a vile stench rolled until it reached my nostrils, imparting such a painful feeling of disgust, that I scarcely thought I would be able to stand. All around me it swirled in a thick, sulfurous cloud so horrid that it was almost material in nature.
By this time, I began feeling light-headed, and the light came. It glowed at a thousand points in a yellowish-green color, a swarm a fireflies in the odorous mist. Cupping my hand, I attempted to capture one for closer study, but found that as soon as one was trapped, it would simply float through my fingers as if nothing was there, leaving my palm burning as though dipped in acid.
At length, the malodorous spots of light began to drift toward one-another. Closer and closer they drifted, the stink intensifying with every second. Closer and closer, my heart-rate rising. Soon, all I could hear was the sound of my blood pumping through my ears, the stench permeating every pore of my being. When, finally, it emerged.
From its bright chrysalis, Gno'athathot flowed forth in all its horror, and all its majesty. Though, flow may not be the right word to describe its locomotion. It almost seemed to roll, or flop. Truly, it was unlike any type of movement I could have ever possibly conceived, or any other man, for that matter. Its form seemed to defy not only all known laws of biology, but also gave the impression of shattering every law of physics and geometry at any given moment of time. At times, it appeared as an amorphous globule of stateless matter, black as the night around me. When one looked upon it at a slightly different angle, however, it was an undulous, thousand-mouthed beast, hovering in the air without any means of suspension, the same yellow hue of the lights whence it came. From its mouths came a gibbering and garbling which was all but completely incomprehensible. What was understood was not meant for mortal ears to behold.
By now, the blasphemous odor was completely unbearable. The world shifted about me in a phantasmal array of vibrant shapes. Spinning faster and faster, the whole of existence melded into a single muddled hue of ochre. Meanwhile, the gelatinous mass seemed to grow larger by the second. Or was it simply moving closer to me? I doubt I will ever know for sure.
In a highly exaggerated swoop, it bolted toward me. Then, there was darkness. It engulfed everything…
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Darkness. It engulfed everything on that forsaken hilltop. No moon to lighten my way. No stars to clear my path. I cannot shake the paranoia associated with being watched, though I know for a fact that I came alone, both intentionally, and otherwise. Then, from all around, a vile stench rolled until it reached my nostrils, imparting such a painful feeling of disgust, that I scarcely thought I would be able to stand. All around me it swirled in a thick, sulfurous cloud so horrid that it was almost material in nature.
By this time, I began feeling light-headed, and the light came. It glowed at a thousand points in a yellowish-green color, a swarm a fireflies in the odorous mist. Cupping my hand, I attempted to capture one for closer study, but found that as soon as one was trapped, it would simply float through my fingers as if nothing was there, leaving my palm burning as though dipped in acid.
At length, the malodorous spots of light began to drift toward one-another. Closer and closer they drifted, the stink intensifying with every second. Closer and closer, my heart-rate rising. Soon, all I could hear was the sound of my blood pumping through my ears, the stench permeating every pore of my being. When, finally, it emerged.
From its bright chrysalis, Gno'athathot flowed forth in all its horror, and all its majesty. Though, flow may not be the right word to describe its locomotion. It almost seemed to roll, or flop. Truly, it was unlike any type of movement I could have ever possibly conceived, or any other man, for that matter. Its form seemed to defy not only all known laws of biology, but also gave the impression of shattering every law of physics and geometry at any given moment of time. At times, it appeared as an amorphous globule of stateless matter, black as the night around me. When one looked upon it at a slightly different angle, however, it was an undulous, thousand-mouthed beast, hovering in the air without any means of suspension, the same yellow hue of the lights whence it came. From its mouths came a gibbering and garbling which was all but completely incomprehensible. What was understood was not meant for mortal ears to behold.
By now, the blasphemous odor was completely unbearable. The world shifted about me in a phantasmal array of vibrant shapes. Spinning faster and faster, the whole of existence melded into a single muddled hue of ochre. Meanwhile, the gelatinous mass seemed to grow larger by the second. Or was it simply moving closer to me? I doubt I will ever know for sure.
In a highly exaggerated swoop, it bolted toward me. Then, there was darkness. It engulfed everything…