Senin, 14 Oktober 2013

(H.P. Lovecraft fanfic) The brown tower

 

“Do you ever feel scared about the unknown? about that something which lies in the dark? that symbol which represents your deepest fears… What do you fear in the dark? “

This story is simply delicious, believe me, you can read from the beginning to the end being involved by the atmosphere even when this tale gets long to read (thinking as a short story) you enjoy every single moment, you can feel the beats, the sounds, the dark. Anyway, enjoy.

Ranking 10 / 10

The brown tower

by John Prescott

One really doesn’t know what to do with one’s self during the winter in a small southern town.  Most of the trees are still green, the seasons are all but nonexistent except for the lingering humid airs of summer, which can be akin to a twenty four hour sauna, and it can be brutal — deadly, in fact, if one is not careful.  Snow is an occasional gift every three to four years, but is never around longer than a day.

An occasional flower may try to get an early start in the New Year, but more times than not it will only get batted down by the short two week span of Jack Frost’s chilling breath that billows across the land, leaving them dead or wilting in the cool air of January.

The typical winter months here in the south are cold; however, it’s a different kind of cold than the standard fare.  The high humid air mixes with the low cool air making an outside stroll during the daylight hours almost unbearable.  The humidity seeps into the bones causing them to ache like rotting teeth, and the inhabitants who suffer from severe arthritis often find themselves thinking of suicide to ease the pain from their screaming inflamed joints.  But life moves on as it always does.  Time stops for no one.

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