By: A. Merritt
“I crawled up and up.”
By: Julian Huxley
“I should call this the Institute of Religious Tissue Culture.”
“I rushed up and past that unseen Horror.”
Why not take the opportunity of doing a little research work?
“Their whispering grew into a chant.”
“We can render visible the blood’s hidden nature and reality.”
It lurked, it brooded, it threatened…
My God, what a crowd!
“It was appalling — it was
“An impression of enormous upright slugs…”
“Before me was — sheer space!”
The whispering grew louder.
By: Algernon Blackwood
“Gone! gone! gone!” cried a thick, whispering voice.
“For God’s sake, keep me here!”