Pic of the day: Fallen Angels by Luca Giordano
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.
H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu
This is but a small portion of a story, thinking about using something like this for Nanowrimo. The idea as it exists is far from complete, and is not the only one I have. And as you can tell I have been reading H.P. Lovecraft of late…
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The noise came low and rumbling from a long distance seemingly coming from several directions at once when it first began. There was a small unnatural vibration to begin with as well, and after a minute it became a deep and ominous growl that shook everything gave the whole of the earth the feeling of being shaken out of balance. The trees did not so much shake as vibrate, like some great and massive machine was running too hard and ready to explode nearby. As the vibration got closer it got deeper in tone and the direction it was coming from began to show itself.
It seemed to be coming from underground out of the east. Could it have been an earthquake? It couldn’t be, there were no fault line for a hundred miles in any direction. So what was it? Some kind of aircraft? Was it natural phenomenon? Un-natural?
The light seemed to be changing as well. The sun rising in the east had shown red early, but the color of the sky began to change drastically, became more purple and the sun itself began to change its hue. The yellow disc that humanity had grown used to began to change, darken perceptibly. It had in the span of two minutes gone from yellow to a sickly brown tint, and the combination of brown sun and purple sky gave the earth itself a languid infected hue.
The low rumble went from small vibration to jack hammer strength. And the sound that began very low-pitched was starting to become a higher pitched scream like the sound of metal ripping and tearing into metal, the sound of great battleships crashing into one another.
And then it abruptly stopped. The color of the sun changed again, and became jet black.
Then there was an explosion.
It was massive. The earth ripped itself apart in great heaving gouts and thrust skyward starting at the eastern horizon and moving west at nearly the speed of sound. Trees, whole forests were flung like they were insignificant pieces of fluff into the atmosphere. Lakes boiled into nothingness. The sky went entirely black and starless as the ground lost cohesion, became liquid and thrust itself into the sky.
And from this profusion of violence and mayhem a giant creature rose. A single eye moved in a jerky yet serpentine manner and scanned the world in a slow 360 degree arc from the giant grey stalk. The stalk moved and made the sound of metal ripping and tearing into metal as it moved.
The five legged thing stood up to its full height. It soared in bent malevolence to the clouds, misshapen growths craning and flailing above them. The eye was looking at the portion of the world that it had recently destroyed, and its movement gave the impression of searching. It scanned the blighted scene of upheaval. A word formed on one of it’s several mouths, the mouth that was in the center of its chest. The word was alien. It was spoken in a rumble that shook the freshly decimated earth and renewed the devastation.
Had anything in the area survived to hear it, the sound would have killed them instantly. Thousands of decibels of screaming thunder shot at the earth and tore it deeper and threw it higher into the atmosphere than any of the previous conflagrations.
The sun was no longer in the sky. The star itself seemed to be gone…
That’s it from here, America. G’night.