A New Direction

Perspective has hit.  Rather than continuing to use this blog solely as a Slenderman analysis blog, I'll likely be posting some short fiction--drabbles and short stories, introductory posts from forum-based roleplays that I was particularly proud of, that sort of thing.  I don't claim quality, just that I, at one point or another, found these pieces to be memorable.

As a peace offering to anyone who might stumble on this looking for further Slender-theories, have a Lovecraftian drabble I found in one of my old short-write text files when I transferred my files over to my new laptop:

I beheld the cyclopean city for but a moment, but though I saw it only in brevity it did amaze me.  The towers crumbled before my very eyes, time’s frustrated animosity toward them finally fulfilled.  A chasm opened beneath the ruins, as the jaws of some long-starved beast seeking to procure sustenance for itself.  When the beast that was the earth had swallowed the last of the city and stood glutted and docile, I made my return to the empty valley.  My soul bowed in deference to whatever power had caused the monstrous collapse and burial, and I made my last venture home from the frozen plateaus of the arctic and away from whatever unscrupulous beings might remain.