Archive for the ‘The Dark Verse’ Category

TDV 111: The Hourglass Executioner

October 2nd, 2017 by Sharkchild

In an endless abyss—a void of nothing—I fell, screaming and reaching for a salvation that was not attainable. Darkness surrounded me and torment filled unmoving time.

I was an arcane contrivance—an entity summonable by complex evocation—created by the terrific Gods of Ulvelktal. From another life, of which the memories evaded me, I was seized and cursed—transformed into an abomination to be enlisted only by the most accomplished of necromancers, sorcerers, conjurers, and witches.

A star—with its size, energy, and force beyond comprehension, and its power a ruler of universes—bowed to the consecrate tabernacle of almightiness embodied in my conjured form. I was the ultimate tool of directed death—a supernatural assassinator that could not be stopped—not by physical strength, not by godly magic, not by any cosmic authority. I could be ordered to slay kings or commanded to destroy planet-sized beasts. I could be led through the veins of nether realms to kill what was already dead or conducted to pull a supreme being from its arrogant throne.


GIVEAWAY

Comment on this post before 10:00PM PST on Monday, October 2, 2017 to be entered in a chance to win:

A COPY OF
H.P. LOVECRAFT: THE COMPLETE FICTION

Winners will be chosen at random (at random.org) from the entrants after the cutoff at 10:00PM PST on Monday, October 2, 2017 and will be announced by Sharkchild via email and on this post within 24 hours after the end of the contest.

The winners can be anywhere in the world! The winners must be at least 13 years of age. A winner must respond to Sharkchild’s email within five (5) days to claim a prize.

Winner:
Amanda Daggett (25)

TDV 110: The Noumenal Cleanse

August 29th, 2017 by Sharkchild

I was a lonely man—an outcast. I did not and could not enjoy small talk or friendly “hellos” with the people that intertwined with my daily activities. If even I were to offer money to the homeless, they would not take it from me. The reason was a perfect trifecta of parts: one part due to half my face and left eye looking like a caved in pie, one part due to my visceral, ultra-violent apparel and brash scampering in a black wheelchair with a lifeless lower body, and the last part due to my personality being uglier than the first two parts. I used my disfigurement and disability to frighten, harass, and even bully; it was my way of making an impression in the world—it was my way of feeling alive.

I set out daily to make others feel an ugliness within akin to the ugliness I exuded outwardly, and I succeeded with ease. Whether shock, bitterness, or anger, I fed off of the reactions I prompted. Animosity amongst strangers was much easier to harness and to accept than one friendship with an individual who could not look me straight in the face. I treated my family no differently, although they were strangers to me all the same.


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Comment on this post before 12:00PM PST on Wednesday, August 30, 2017 to be entered in a chance to win:

A SIGNED HARDCOVER COPY OF
THE DARK VERSE BOOK OF YOUR CHOICE

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Winners will be chosen at random (at random.org) from the entrants after the cutoff at 12:00PM PST on Wednesday, August 30, 2017 and will be announced by Sharkchild via email and on this post within 24 hours after the end of the contest.

The winners can be anywhere in the world! The winners must be at least 13 years of age. A winner must respond to Sharkchild’s email within five (5) days to claim a prize.

Winner:
lori byrd (23)

T-SHIRT ARTWORK

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TDV 109: Moongore

July 26th, 2017 by Sharkchild

Close your eyes and listen to my voice.

“Seep into darkness. Let body drift away. Let thought ease into solemnity. Feel your life force hum. Feel your essence radiate and transcend boundary. Feel those powers of will enable the travelling of spirit.

“Now, look anew, but not with your physical eyes; open the cosmic eye inside you and look over distances greater than numbering universes and their expanding boundaries. Look beyond the knowable and make what is secret, yours.

“There are fourteen moons we seek and fourteen of you. Each of you will discover one of these moons. You will visualize and study it in your wanderings. You will feel its rotation and its atmosphere and its character. You will take its terrain in your hands and let it crumble between your fingers. You will see its skies and know its planet. Its essence will fully be known to you, and, with practice—and purpose—you and it will become one.”


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Comment on this post before 12:00PM PST on Friday, July 28, 2017 to be entered in a chance to win:

A SIGNED HARDCOVER COPY OF
THE DARK VERSE BOOK OF YOUR CHOICE

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Winners will be chosen at random (at random.org) from the entrants after the cutoff at 12:00PM PST on Friday, July 28, 2017 and will be announced by Sharkchild via email and on this post within 24 hours after the end of the contest.

The winners can be anywhere in the world! The winners must be at least 13 years of age. A winner must respond to Sharkchild’s email within five (5) days to claim a prize.

Winner:
youree (34)

TDV 108: The Sermon Of The Shadow In Darkness

June 17th, 2017 by Sharkchild

I have seen the Shadow in Darkness—a shadow within pitch blackness. Where darkness ends and a truer black begins—a corrosion of color and a void of anti-creation. An obliterator of sight. An obliterator of mind.

I have felt the Shadow in Darkness—a shadow cast not by the inhibition of light, but from the suffocating of space. A presence not of matter, but of spirit, existing in form and shifting away that which should be. A distortion of time. A distortion of place. A slaying of comfort and of courage and of wholesomeness.

I have succumbed to the Shadow in Darkness—a shadow that provokes its will without persuasion or strength. An omniscient knife that cuts through the immaterial apart from doctrine or creed. What it touches, nevermore the same.


TDV 107: The Celestial Mover

May 25th, 2017 by Sharkchild

The roll down door of my storage unit hit the ground with a thud. I slid the bolt, inserted the cylinder lock, twisted, and pulled out the key. On the other side, ten by fifteen feet of junk—not quite insignificant enough to give away, but not nearly practical enough to have around—lay gratifyingly stowed away out of my sight and, more importantly, out of my mind.

I walked with one of the loaner flatbed dollies down a walkway towards the elevator. Soothing wave music softly played over the sound system. Long, empty halls, dozens of secured storage units, a diverse assortment of different colored and styled locks, and eerie quietude—like the tucked away corners of an expansive library, this personal storage facility evoked a dense air of wonder.