Lovecraftian Fragments

Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...

Thug'onlui mglw'nafh Migurua Phana ar'lei ulo!

Harris recalled Carrington D. Ward's last words: "Ia! Ia! lGo-onoth! bugbug Cthsothshebua!" Sarana-an was transported away... perhaps to The Mindless Planet of Misshog but we were spared. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can recall the piping of the foothills now...

I kept reading from that cursed book "Az'nua mglw'nafh Nigheponek R'lagn tho'nagl arion!" I happily went to the Arkham asylum, hopefully never to leave. Accursed Harris! His Arkham ancestry led us to the brink of annihilation... and to this day I hear him screaming "Ia! Ia! Nig-soththar! arwgah Dag-Olathhu!"

That night, I languidly dreamed of The Stinking River of Olshogtep and those who dwelled there. It destroyed my tea-cosey for a long time. We were doomed! Accursed from the dawn of time, as foretold by the rune!

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Cheers,
Joe Provo