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The children had been restless all morning. Perhaps the brightly burning mid-morning sunlight, unusual for this time of year, was to blame. Mrs Donnelly moved to each of the three tall narrow windows in the external wall and drew down its blind as far as it would go. "How's that?" she...

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At lunchtime they had left the office where they both worked and he had driven them down a series of winding side roads until they found the beautiful rolling fields they had once passed and taken note of on an earlier midday jaunt. The fields teemed with richly hued wildflowers and...

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We were walking in the cemetery, my hand resting in hers. I could not remember how we had met, nor could I remember how we had arrived there. It did not matter, for we were both quite happy to be by each other’s side as we traveled from gravestone to gravestone. We gave one another the...

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Our dear friend and/or enemy and/or god H-Peel was walking brusquely through St. John's Churchyard, located in the very old, very Puritan, and very spooky city of Providence beneath the tofu-colored light of a waxing gibbous moon. Even though the moon was out, H-Peel could barely see...

Socially Conscious Cthulhu Fiction

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SUMMARY: CTHULHU IS PERPETUATING ABLEIST DISCOURSE THROUGH HIS RADICAL INSENSITIVITY TO THE PLIGHT OF THE DIFFERENTLY ABLED. CAN THE OTHER OLD ONES ENCOURAGE HIM TO REVISE HIS OUTMODED AND DISCRIMINATORY LANGUAGE BEFORE HE FURTHER ALIENATES THE MEMBERS OF HIS CULT? In an undiscussable...

A poem. Tear it to shreds.

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Bad aim is a blessing-- Because I don't want To die in war Or be forced to kill Others in war; Because if I am starving Or I am attacked, They will be spared And I will die Either way;

Druidic

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Quick Fingers "Ligotti is knots...the tangling and disentangling of puppet strings..." --D. F. Lewis “These knots are Ligotti,” declaimed the suave man in the black suit with the red carnation. “Can you undo them?”

Druidic

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Glimpses from a Persecuted Gnostic Text ...Wretched are the poor, for they shall never inherit the earth. Blessed are the scum of earth and the violent of heart; for they shall inherit the treasures of earth and defile them joyously; and their season shall be long. Blessed...

Druidic

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He rushed into the fields when he heard his brother’s terrible cry. There, among the tall swaying grass, he found a majestic form towering over Abel, and a bloodied stone by Its feet. “Why?” cried Cain. “In the Name of God, I ask why?” “In the Name of God, it was done,” said the...