The Creative Works Of Dr Zogg
When first light did eventually come, his nerves, his entire sense of awareness had been tattered and torn; ragged like fabric that had been ripped from a tapestry. He’d managed to hold some water down, enough that he’d actually gone to the toilet as well but it had been when he’d looked out from the window and down to the pavement below before it came back up.
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He’d been walking the streets outside. They were everywhere; lining the pavements, strewn across the road. But they weren’t even the victims of the Plague, they’d done it to themselves. Through madness, through delirium brought on by the nightmares, something he hadn’t understood at all; but they were all there. Read More
Over the last couple of days at work, Charlie had had Sarah in working with him; a girl who had worked there for a couple of months but he’d worked enough shifts with her to know her pretty well at that point. The last few days had been strange times indeed. Sarah hadn’t been herself which hadn’t surprised him. The beach party of her teenage years were only just behind her and it was clear her mind still wasn’t ready to handle such heavy subjects as the human extinction; which it was certainly starting to look like if you watched the news. Read More
He’d ran on further before realising, after the nightmares, after what his subconscious had been trying to warn him of, that he’d been wrong and he’d made a huge mistake. Within moments, it seemed like Charlie then found himself back in the nightmare. The fetid air rose up from somewhere below deeper down in the subway. The lights had been obscured by the gruesome, fleshy growth he’d come to know so well. The tunnel had grown dark, the floor wet and sludgy, everything around him moving gently with the pulsing of the grotesque meat. Voices, screaming like they had done during the night came through from somewhere deeper in the subway, their sharp noise cutting through the vile air like a knife through cloth. The sight of the hive, its hot, moist surface reflecting the light and creating the image of what it could have been like being trapped inside some dreadful creature. But it was real. The nightmares, the visions, everything weren’t just some vision or dream, but it was real after all, somehow crossing over into reality. Read More
So this is a bloke I see from time to time, and he talks about some wierd shit, let me tell you kids. Read More
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
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The next island was nothing he could have expected, like nothing he’d seen or been able to imagine either Read More
The set of steps spiralled upward further than any of the previous had. It had been just as the top became visible ahead, a gargantuan hum became perceptible through the air, the growl of a beast, or perhaps a giant machine gently idling. Read More
There had been a spiralling set of stairs at the back, but upon approaching then to ascend, The Prisoner found the strangest thing begin to unfold. Read More
On his way upward to the next island, The Prisoner had, for the first time, sensed something was wrong. Not in himself, but the world, the prison around him. Whether it was an onset effect from the presence of The Mirror ahead, or something else he didn’t know. Read More
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