deathly-white

Hastily, it ploughs its way Through inky ides of aeons past Its destination long forgotten Through cosmic gulfs Immensely vast No gap lay there 'tween sea and sky A trillion stars that shine beneath No mirror they, of those above But shining diamonds Gleaming teeth No bounty has it of fish Nor squid, nor clam, nor scuttling crab Something moves within its hull But sickly sluggish Prehensile flab The thing and things within it Know nothing of their cause Gibbering, chittering Idiot slaves Grinding, gnashing jaws

The last few months have done nothing to reinforce any faith I may have in this city, nor my faith in humanity as a whole. If, on that note, I had any in the first place. One would have a hard time recognising the old Daniel Johnson in the subtly, disturbingly bestial face that stares back at me from the mirror, that of a plague-ridden corpse that doesn't realise it's dead. Daniel Johnson, was that my name? Maybe it was John Daniels, maybe neither. Maybe that superficially normal sounding collection of syllables came to me in a dream, maybe a victim, one in a long series of red splattered visions of raw, unbridled predatory fury that plague

It started in the year of two thousand seventy nine. Where They came from, we know exactly. What They are, we can only guess. Eyewitnesses of Them are rare. Living, at any rate. We hear Them at night as we hide as best we can. We don't know if help will ever come. If help is even out there. The year is two thousand eighty two, and those who still survive are blessed. To anyone out there, this is a recorded message. Find me at twenty four Amnesty Street, flat seven. I only hope you aren't too late. That is the radio signal I first picked up as I cautiously ventured from the Amnesty Street subway station. I had kept my short wave ra

It’s out there, vast, formless and soulless. It chips at the walls as I sleep, trying to gain entry to my sanctuary. Why, I don’t even know. How can one comprehend the impossible? This creature can’t possibly exist; it defies logic, physics and most of all, belief. Its size is so great that it fills not only this universe, but also seeps into others. Yet it stands at the height of six feet and occasionally, when my defenses are weary, it peels off my face and wears it. My face… The hair has brown re-growth peeking through the unconvincing black, the face bearing the unruly stubble of a week’s worth of not caring, the