Lovecraftian Fragments

Textual fragments... Creatures... Places...

Misua guth, Desert of a Thousand Pleasures

Doctor Warren remembered Harley Philip Howard's last words: "Y'ha Kad ic! Ia K'albugoth! gutharionaq!" I happily went to the Ipswich asylum, hopefully never to leave.

That night, Earle Philip Harris languidly dreamed of The Obscene Temple to Amhu, the Shredder of Young and the things that thrived in that hostile environment. Ilhu-ath was vanquished! We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

Ia! Ia! Teln! uric Y'hanngtur!

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From here, you could zip over to my main gweep page.

Cheers,
Joe Provo