HIPPIE HAT BRAIN PARASITE

HIPPIE HAT BRAIN PARASITE

"'You've seen 'em yourself. Plenty. Wide stiff brim, high crown, cut out of a sheet of Tandy cowhide and laced together like a Boy's Life project. Get the picture?"

 "Those hats? Kind of Waylon Jennings cum L.A. pimp culture hats? Well, I can't say I've seen one lately, man."

 "Right! And it's too cold for the motherfuckers, up there, that's why! Add that to the evidence!" 

"What evidence, Merv? What motherfuckers?" "PARASITES," he whispers, "Alien fucking parasites..."

"PARASITES," he whispers, "Alien fucking parasites..." "Listen. This is crucial, man. You think those things are just, like, some stupid kind of hat, right? Maybe THE stupid kind of hat, and that's fucking brilliant. Last thing YOU'D be caught wearing, right? And it's people like you who pose the greatest threat, people with open minds, people who read my books. But I've finally SEEN one, man and I KNOW."

Legs. You said legs?" "Maybe a dozen, more. Kinda browny transparent. Ever see a scorpion that's gotten too big? They get kind of pale and waxy.

No eyes. I saw where the hat had had it's claws in, kinda puppet trip...'"

William Gibson, Hippie Hat Brain Parasite
Read Scott's blog post about this story here.

THE MONOLITH AND THE LADY OF DOVES II (NYARLATHOTEP)

THE MONOLITH AND THE LADY OF DOVES II (NYARLATHOTEP)

"She saw nothing but a flat tar-black thing dominating the middle of the space. The dark was rendered a bluish brown around it with the heavy stench of vegetation. She held her thumb to her phone, then swiped open the flashlight. The lens flared on but the light was swallowed at once—she saw it pulled out in an oblong smear and it was gone into the black slab."

"Soon the black mass eased out of its gloom and she saw it was a monolith, reaching close to the mossy ceiling. A 2001ish thing, but malformed at its edges. Carol leaned around its side and there was Shanice, on her knees and elbows in the dirt, folded over in supplication with her hands covering her face."

Michael Wehunt, The Loved One

THE MONOLITH AND THE LADY OF DOVES I (NYARLATHOTEP)

THE MONOLITH AND THE LADY OF DOVES I (NYARLATHOTEP)"The light strengthened through the hole and Carol realized Shan was on top of something coming out of the earth. A blank white figure lifting its arms wide, strips of pale flesh unfurling from them like cerements. Long legs bent along dozens of segments, knees popping, cartilage groaning. Shan’s lower body sloped down around the figure’s shoulders."

“'Shan!' she screamed, but still her wife kept her hands clapped over her eyes. Carol knew it wasn’t her, not anymore. It had been, so recently, but she was now nothing more than the living hair of this thing. A stole. A trophy. The figure’s flat round face opened like petals to reveal nothing until the wiry black ropes of the monolith began to flow into it. The creature bulged. Finally Shanice’s hands fell away, dangling beside the opening above the thing’s neck, and Carol saw the face they had been hiding. It was the face of the old woman back in the hallway. It was Shanice’s face. It was Carol’s. In the end it was dozens of gray hatched birds, stretching their mouths open, pining to be fed."

Michael Wehunt, The Loved One