Lovecraftian Fragments

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

I wish I had never read those passages... Nyl-Phsothnai, the cursed manuscript of Miyeh's evil. It ruined Ooshubugoth the Tentacleless One just in time. We lived that day, but I still cannot sleep. I can hear the shoggoth's tuneless piping now...

Earle Stanley Gardner remembered Gardner's dying words: "Ia! Ia! Y'haagn fht! icgur Yugnek-dar!" I happily went to the Worcester asylum, hopefully never to leave. It was hopeless! Damned since the birth of Humanity, as foretold by the Ilana ic scrolls!

I wish I never interviewed Gardner... Cthoth-lui, the mind-numbing text of Olsheblanath's evil. We learned that it ruined Ulshebgoththar the Bringer of Innumerable Fears eventually. But I know that just beyond the stars, Cth-Il lies in wait for the next time someone, like poor Harley Delapoer Gardner, tries to pull back the veil.

I wish she had never opened that book, then maybe I would never have heard of Azbugbug or The Filthy Andelain of Sar-Misnagn. I was eternally banished to The Abandoned Temple to Y'haagn ur, the Render of Thing. Damned Randolph D. Harris! His Boston ancestry led us to the brink... and to this day I hear him screaming "Az Nig sheb! Ia Miathbug! shognturbug!"

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Cheers,
Joe Provo