When Lovecraft met Poe.It is not long before my limbs are stirring once more and my mind comes to a clicking, clattering beginning.When Lovecraft met Poe. by DeadmansCrescendo
My first conscious realization is the weight of my tongue, pressed against the inside of my lips. I force the slab of muscle from between my teeth. At this movement, a sound befalls my ears. Curiosity piqued, I attempt to discern what noise had just been made. After a mere second of questioning, I am able to place a name upon the uttered sound: a gasp. A gasp is a sound to recognize shock, appreciation, or horror right? I nod to myself in my mind, thinking, right as I suddenly become aware of the foul stench assaulting my nose.
Oh! What an awful stench. I wrinkle my nose against it, wishing to spat and splutter out against such a putrid smell. The shock of the stench forces my eyes open. I blink back goo and fog as my mind works to remember how to process all of the information that is flooding through my brain. Lights pool around me and I set to work upon adapting