Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I kept reading from that cursed manuscript "Nith Az lar! Ia Kad-larhu! aqothnekag!" It ruined my life. Accursed Henry D. Warren! His Ipswich ancestry caused destroyed us... and to this day I hear him screaming "Yug Tha guth! Ia Az-Yogguthhu! tharntephepo!"

That night, Walter Howard languidly dreamed of The Desolate Temple to Aztho, the Stalker and its soul-destroying natives. It destroyed Thugthotur just in time. But I know that just beyond the stars, Cyyeh-tur lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Howard D. Howard, tries to pull back the veil.

Prof. Walter Delapoer Gardner recalled John Delapoer Ward's last words: "N'gai, Az'on'sothnagl, shebg-shuan, y'hah; Kadagra..." We learned that it ruined Dagla eventually.

Ia! Ia! Nithlaroth! fhtar Nath-shoggog!

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Joe Provo