Wednesday, August 24, 2016

XIPÉHUZ (PHASE III)

XIPÉHUZ (PHASE III)
"First came a great ring of translucent bluish cones with their pointed ends upright, each about half the size of a man. Bright stripes and dark spirals streaked their surfaces. Each bore a dazzling star at its base."
J.-H. Rosny, The Xipéhuz
as translated by Scott Nicolay

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

XIPÉHUZ (PHASE II)

XIPÉHUZ (PHASE II) 
"Stranger still were the flat sheets that rose behind them, streaked with multicolored ellipses in patterns like birch bark."
J.-H. Rosny, The Xipéhuz
as translated by Scott Nicolay

Monday, August 22, 2016

XIPÉHUZ (PHASE I)

XIPÉHUZ (PHASE I)
"Regarding the actual phenomenon of their procreation, I have little to say; but that little is characteristic enough. First of all, this reproduction occurs four times a year, right before the equinoxes and solstices, and only on the clearest nights. The Xipéhuz gather in groups of three, and each of these groups eventually assemble themselves into a single extended ellipse. Thus they remain all night and morning until the sun reaches its highest elevation. When they part, vague, vaporous and enormous shapes arise."
 
J.-H. Rosny, The Xipéhuz
as translated by Scott Nicolay

Friday, August 19, 2016

MEDUSE

MEDUSE
"The Meduse were hovering less than a foot away."

"I could hear the others, their near substantial bodies softly rustling as their transparent domes filled with and released the gas they breathed back in. They were as tall as grown men, their dome's flesh thing as fine silk, their long tentacles spilling down to the floor like a series of gigantic ghostly noodles."

"The thing that tore through was like a sword, but thin as paper...and grasped like a finger. I saw it pinch and hook to the flesh near his collarbone."

"The Meduse followed me, their tentacles caressing the floor as they floated. They had no eyes, but from what I knew of the Meduse, they had scent receptors on their tentacles."

"I could see its solid white stinger within the drapes of hanging tentacles."
Nnedi Okorafor, Binti

Thursday, August 18, 2016

DANCER OF ULITHIA

DANCER OF ULITHIA
"They were queer, bulky, clumsy-shouldered figures dressed in tight-fitting clothes and hoods and gloves of smooth fur."

"On looking around, however, the travelers were somewhat startled to find that what they had taken for hooded faces were not faces at all' but just smooth, featureless expanses of fur. The back and front of the heads were exactly alike, save for one straight, black gash where the mouth might be."

"They all swung round and round--and round. Why had he thought the dance silent?"

"His hand caught that of the monster nearest him. He remembered afterward that it felt neither cold nor warm, but rather like a fur globe stuffed with wool."

"Beware! You who have escaped the everlasting dance-"

"Ulithia is a place, or rather a condition, which is the one invariable prelude to every adventure I have had. Its phantasmagoria are well nigh as fixed in their nature as what we please to call 'reality'. But of the character of its inhabitants or of the laws which govern its various phenomena, I can tell you but little."
Gertrude Barrows Bennett (as Francis Stevens), The Heads Of Cerberus

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

THOSE BETWEEN THE SPACES

 THOSE BETWEEN THE SPACES
"'I don't mean like farms and woods, this road connecting to that road so you can go from there to hear. I'm talking about the space in between.'" 

"'I think those gaps between places are filling up. Something's looking for us.'"

"'Guy was peeking out of the trees behind the bathrooms whispering my name. I could hear him grinning. He started talking about the sky dripping on him, the night folded over like a blanket."

"'Some nights I see people running up a ditch to the road as I drive by,' Sally said, 'or standing in the trees. I'd call them pale. I'd call them pale enough to glow, except they're not. They're dark as the dark, but I see them just fine. And then the radio starts crackling and my mama's talking me out of the truck.'"
Michael Wehunt, Greener Pastures

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

GOSSIP

GOSSIP
"A gossip! An airsucker!"

"Still he came up to look at the thing, lizard forebody, snakefish aftbody, and face like some caricature of an old woman."

He reached out a finger terminating in a nailclaw of uncommon dirtiness and bgan to do a slow stroking under the creatures shallow undertow, and after a moment the mouth pursed and a sucking noise was heard and a slow swelling began to grow beneath his stroking. Something like a bladder puffed and kept puffing."
Avram Davidson, The Island Under the Earth