The Waking Nightmare Part 8 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 8
The Voyage Home
After resting for a bit, I searched the ship for any survivors. Unfortunately I found none. All had been savagely murdered by Pierce Decker, or at least the beast that dwelled within him. Not possessing the knowledge of a seafaring man, the vessel charted its own course, eventually drifting into Spanish waters. There we were discovered by a navy ship and piloted back to the mainland. I managed to elude my saviors, fearing they might well charge me for the murders of the crew.
In the weeks that followed I made my way to London (along the way continually looking over my shoulder for Decker or creatures like him), and to the ho
The Waking Nightmare Part 7 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 7
The Unwitting Betrayal
Just then, as the vision was becoming the most clear, as I was about to learn even more about the Illithids and the Alhoon's current plans, I awoke from my trance. Two crushing hands were grasping my arms and holding me up in the air. As my vision cleared I could see just who had attacked me: Decker, with a crazed look in his eyes, was indeed the culprit. Obviously he had been implanted with one of the Alhoon's leeches, and it had just taken control. Drained as I was, I would not be able to destroy this one with the use of a spell, but I knew that my time was short. Decker grunted as the creature's tentacles writ
The Waking Nightmare Part 6 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 6
The Horror Revealed
The trance began. I was no longer on the sea, no longer in the small cabin with Professor Decker. I was traveling down the foggy corridors of time, into the past of my current nemesis. The fog subsided, and before me, moving about in the darkness, was the horror of my worst nightmares. The mauve skin, the moist leathery tentacles hanging down from their faces and their dominating presence. The word "Illithid" entered my mind like a cool breeze. Was that the name of their race?
They huddled beneath the ground, capturing humans and other creatures upon which to feed. Oh my God they were feeding on the brains! Far ben
The Waking Nightmare Part 5 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 5
The Journey
After conferring with Decker, we decided it would be best if we were to take the first boat out of the country, in order to get as far away from these monsters as possible. So, after gathering my things, the two of us made our way to the docks. Decker was a determined man, young and sure of himself. Though still weak from our capture, he was now open to the horror of our world. The shock of it did not affect him as it does some. This was a good thing; I thought at the time, it proved that he was strong. There were several vessels in Boston Harbor that would accommodate us, both merchant vessels as well as commercial cruise ships.
The Waking Nightmare Part 4 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 4
The Escape
How long I festered in the domain of those damnable creatures, I do not know. I have vague recollections of one of them hovering above me, one of pure evil. When I finally woke, I had been stripped of all my clothes and belongings and was lying in a pitch-black cell. Though neither bars nor windows were present, I knew this was my prison. The walls were close together and felt of a slimy, leather material. I tried to tear at the substance, but it was no good. I felt as if I were doomed.
Outside my prison, I could hear them passing by. The creatures' steps seemed stiff, mechanical as if they had no mind of their own. Across from me,
The Waking Nightmare Part 3 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 3
The Duel Begins
I cried out, but the cries went unanswered. DeLeo's face grew pale. His eyes rolled back into his head, and the sickening sounds of popping bone and the stretching of skin filled the air. I could see a movement inside his neck as if giant snakes were crawling beneath the surface of his flesh. I could feel my sight growing dim as the voice once again filled my skull.
"Give yourself to us. It will all be over shortly."
As I began to blackout, I felt the slither of DeLeo's tentacles escape from his own mouth and begin to penetrate mine. I knew that they were searching for a passage to my brain as I felt them slip up the back of m
The Waking Nightmare Part 2 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 2
toolThe Beginnings
The plague of creatures first came to my attention while I was in the Americas, where I believe they may have first come into our plane of existence. I had traveled to Boston late in the summer of 1893 for a speaking engagement at the prestigious Harvard University. There, various philosophers and theologians from around the world had gathered. These, the most intelligent of men alive today, had all come to listen to this Dutch lad spout off my various views on the world and our place in it.
Upon arrival in the states, I was put up for the week in the Hotel McCready, an outstanding establishment, rivaling the lavish l
The Waking Nightmare Part 1 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 1
Introduction
Though I have, upon more occasions than I ever truly desired, witnessed countless examples of the so-called 'paranormal' and supernatural, and have given over my belief to these encounters wholeheartedly, I simply cannot fathom what I've most recently witnessed. Words simply do not describe the horrors I have seen in my time. I have observed as vampires drain the lifeblood from children, ghosts turn healthy young women into jaded crones in a split second, and young men change their shape into horrid human/rat hybrids right before my eyes. But what I have seen tonight, what I have learned, may make those once weary of the night,
The thin man's hands scraped across the roughly hewn stonewall as he led them, descending the darkened spiral of stairs. Heinrich's arms flailed wildly to ensure no frightful spiders would fall upon his person. Herschel led in front, waving his blazing torch from side to side, causing the ghostly cobwebs to melt away in silent protest. Tucked under one arm, Herschel held a sizeable leather-bound tome, trimmed in tarnished brass, of which he clung to with the utmost care. Rolf and Gunther brought up the rear, shouldering various packs filled with supplies and pots, clanking noisily with each step.
Having decidedly enough, Herschel stopped mid
7th Member, 2nd Human
" And right after I had defeated those Formless, you guys showed up." Mitsuki said as she finished her story, carefully omitting her encounter with the figure in the black robe.
"That's one wild story, Mitsuki. In my opinion, it's too crazy NOT to be true." Stated Chiro.
"Come on, Kid... The girl has obvious had one too many, and needs to lie down " Sprx explained to Chiro.
"I wouldn't jump to conclusions, Sprx." Antauri told him calmly, crossing his arms. "I sense she is telling the truth " He said, while closing his eyes for a brief moment.
"Well, I'm glad s
The Waking Nightmare Part 8 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 8
The Voyage Home
After resting for a bit, I searched the ship for any survivors. Unfortunately I found none. All had been savagely murdered by Pierce Decker, or at least the beast that dwelled within him. Not possessing the knowledge of a seafaring man, the vessel charted its own course, eventually drifting into Spanish waters. There we were discovered by a navy ship and piloted back to the mainland. I managed to elude my saviors, fearing they might well charge me for the murders of the crew.
In the weeks that followed I made my way to London (along the way continually looking over my shoulder for Decker or creatures like him), and to the ho
The Waking Nightmare Part 7 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 7
The Unwitting Betrayal
Just then, as the vision was becoming the most clear, as I was about to learn even more about the Illithids and the Alhoon's current plans, I awoke from my trance. Two crushing hands were grasping my arms and holding me up in the air. As my vision cleared I could see just who had attacked me: Decker, with a crazed look in his eyes, was indeed the culprit. Obviously he had been implanted with one of the Alhoon's leeches, and it had just taken control. Drained as I was, I would not be able to destroy this one with the use of a spell, but I knew that my time was short. Decker grunted as the creature's tentacles writ
The Waking Nightmare Part 6 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 6
The Horror Revealed
The trance began. I was no longer on the sea, no longer in the small cabin with Professor Decker. I was traveling down the foggy corridors of time, into the past of my current nemesis. The fog subsided, and before me, moving about in the darkness, was the horror of my worst nightmares. The mauve skin, the moist leathery tentacles hanging down from their faces and their dominating presence. The word "Illithid" entered my mind like a cool breeze. Was that the name of their race?
They huddled beneath the ground, capturing humans and other creatures upon which to feed. Oh my God they were feeding on the brains! Far ben
The Waking Nightmare Part 5 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 5
The Journey
After conferring with Decker, we decided it would be best if we were to take the first boat out of the country, in order to get as far away from these monsters as possible. So, after gathering my things, the two of us made our way to the docks. Decker was a determined man, young and sure of himself. Though still weak from our capture, he was now open to the horror of our world. The shock of it did not affect him as it does some. This was a good thing; I thought at the time, it proved that he was strong. There were several vessels in Boston Harbor that would accommodate us, both merchant vessels as well as commercial cruise ships.
The Waking Nightmare Part 4 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 4
The Escape
How long I festered in the domain of those damnable creatures, I do not know. I have vague recollections of one of them hovering above me, one of pure evil. When I finally woke, I had been stripped of all my clothes and belongings and was lying in a pitch-black cell. Though neither bars nor windows were present, I knew this was my prison. The walls were close together and felt of a slimy, leather material. I tried to tear at the substance, but it was no good. I felt as if I were doomed.
Outside my prison, I could hear them passing by. The creatures' steps seemed stiff, mechanical as if they had no mind of their own. Across from me,
The Waking Nightmare Part 3 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 3
The Duel Begins
I cried out, but the cries went unanswered. DeLeo's face grew pale. His eyes rolled back into his head, and the sickening sounds of popping bone and the stretching of skin filled the air. I could see a movement inside his neck as if giant snakes were crawling beneath the surface of his flesh. I could feel my sight growing dim as the voice once again filled my skull.
"Give yourself to us. It will all be over shortly."
As I began to blackout, I felt the slither of DeLeo's tentacles escape from his own mouth and begin to penetrate mine. I knew that they were searching for a passage to my brain as I felt them slip up the back of m
The Waking Nightmare Part 2 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 2
toolThe Beginnings
The plague of creatures first came to my attention while I was in the Americas, where I believe they may have first come into our plane of existence. I had traveled to Boston late in the summer of 1893 for a speaking engagement at the prestigious Harvard University. There, various philosophers and theologians from around the world had gathered. These, the most intelligent of men alive today, had all come to listen to this Dutch lad spout off my various views on the world and our place in it.
Upon arrival in the states, I was put up for the week in the Hotel McCready, an outstanding establishment, rivaling the lavish l
The Waking Nightmare Part 1 by girlgunner, literature
Literature
The Waking Nightmare Part 1
Introduction
Though I have, upon more occasions than I ever truly desired, witnessed countless examples of the so-called 'paranormal' and supernatural, and have given over my belief to these encounters wholeheartedly, I simply cannot fathom what I've most recently witnessed. Words simply do not describe the horrors I have seen in my time. I have observed as vampires drain the lifeblood from children, ghosts turn healthy young women into jaded crones in a split second, and young men change their shape into horrid human/rat hybrids right before my eyes. But what I have seen tonight, what I have learned, may make those once weary of the night,
The thin man's hands scraped across the roughly hewn stonewall as he led them, descending the darkened spiral of stairs. Heinrich's arms flailed wildly to ensure no frightful spiders would fall upon his person. Herschel led in front, waving his blazing torch from side to side, causing the ghostly cobwebs to melt away in silent protest. Tucked under one arm, Herschel held a sizeable leather-bound tome, trimmed in tarnished brass, of which he clung to with the utmost care. Rolf and Gunther brought up the rear, shouldering various packs filled with supplies and pots, clanking noisily with each step.
Having decidedly enough, Herschel stopped mid
I am the student
I am the learned deceived
The dreamer not permitted to achieve
I am the disciplined kept on a leash
The one biting my tongue not licensed to speak
I am the oppressed, the tyrannized, the victimized-wishing to be free
I wish behind gates where I've been penalized
My age is the crime for which I've been institutionalized
I am the pupil
The follower, the listener
The prisoner, analyzed, corrected, improved, then approved
The taught with a thousand censored thoughts
I am the listless puppet whose limbs move wherever they aught
I am the child, the adolescent, the youth
The pet taught to be passive
If I do not heed I
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