Year: 2012

I met up with him at dusk upon the sandy rocks that ringed the Tardein wastes. As I approached, Burroughs was kneeling on the black rocks, inspecting something. I looked at the indistinguishable matter he’d been staring so intently at, but I could not identify it. He held up his hand, motioning for me to … Read More “the deathly churning of sand the deathly churning of sand “ »

  as I was preparing to set pen to paper to begin recording my thoughts at the beginning of my epic undertaking to gather the world’s knowledge together in one tome, the hand of providence tapped me on the shoulder. The news that a rogue burrower had killed a citizen just outside the city gave … Read More “viler scream shot forthviler scream shot forth“ »

I was extremely tense by this point. I felt naked and exposed. What insanity had convinced me that coming out here was a good idea? I looked out over the wastes in the fading light, trying to detect the telltale horned fins of the thresher cutting through the surface of the sand. With absolutely no … Read More “dug itself halfway out of the thresholddug itself halfway out of the threshold“ »

  With absolutely no warning, the dune thresher violently broke the surface, all three scavengers caught in his horrifying maw. There was a massive explosion of sand as the thresher dove back into the ground with its prize. The ropes immediately snapped taut, and I thought Burroughs would be pulled to his death. I didn’t … Read More “the scanvenger struggle to survival the scanvenger struggle to survival “ »

  as I began to fall, Burroughs grabbed me by the scruff of my collar and shook me violently. “You really want to feed some thresher, don’t you, al-Hazir?” he asked. “What, haven’t you seen scavengers before?” I had indeed seen scavengers: small, burrowing creatures that feed upon carrion. Unlike most animals of this type, … Read More “the psychopathology and demonlogist of burrowing deaththe psychopathology and demonlogist of burrowing death“ »

 My questions about this circumstance went unanswered. I likewise found it odd that there seemed to be only elderly people in the village, with the exception of one beautiful young woman whose father was quite insistent I keep my distance from her. Though he was rude on this point, I found him to be a … Read More “the Festering Wood the Festering Wood“ »

  s beautiful as a walk through the Tristram wilderness is, with its lush fields and picturesque rivers, the air seems to take on an otherworldly foreboding as one approaches the fishing village of Wortham. My search to catalog the weird, the fabulous, and the all-too-often-dangerous inhabitants of our world had led me there. I … Read More “the disposition of gnarled walkerthe disposition of gnarled walker“ »