A New Original Short Story To Tickle Your Lovecraftian Fancy

My good friend and writing mentor (yes, Amy, you are!) Dr. Amy H. Sturgis is featuring a never before seen short story written by Dwight on her blog today!

I know I tend to brag on my talented husband somewhat, and I will continue to do this, but he truly is prolific. He is always writing something or thinking about writing something. And new ideas even come to him when he’s in the middle of writing something entirely different!

Clue: This story has nothing whatsoever to do with Sweeney Todd. I just like the illustration.

When Dwight showed me this twisted little tale, I immediately thought of Amy and her amazing group of Lovecraft fans. The thing about Howard Lovecraft: you either like him or you don’t. Despite the massive amount of stories he produced in his career, he is still not respected as much as he should be for his contributions to literature, and I think that is a shame.

But that is my two cents worth. Enjoy the story!

WARNING: MAY CAUSE A SUDDEN LOSS OF SANITY. CLICK HERE AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Rebecca

Sneaky Peeky

We are going to be starting our Resurrection Weekend activities today, so you will not be seeing too much of us online for the next few days.

In the spirit of giving, I thought I would share a tidbit of a short story Dwight is working on. I hope you find it entertaining. I also hope that all of you have a blessed and safe Holiday.

William Cowley watched in abject horror as Darkness claimed The Gaunt Man. He had wished the man dead on many a sleepless night, but he didn’t murder him—if it were even possible for such a thing to die. And now, with his tormentor gone, there was no time to ruminate or celebrate or mourn. His mind whispered that he should simply resign himself to the Hell his blasphemous deed had earned. If he simply let go, the tendrils would embrace and carry him into the cosmic void. It would be so easy.

“No,” he whimpered. There had to be another way. He’d briefly glimpsed what lurked in the abyss.

In the space of a heartbeat, he determined his course of action: surely It would be appeased by The Book and his judgment prorogued. In due time, he reasoned, he may yet earn clemency or—dare he say it?—Salvation.

See you Monday,
Rebecca [and Dwight]