things for them and this region. This very world will change with them. I believe their destinies are intertwined.” The man’s face darkened at the prospect and he reluctantly nodded. “Very well, if there is nothing more; I should like to resume my post.” The half blind rabbit’s head cocked to one side. “Afraid of raising suspicion from that mortal approaching? He is too consumed by drink to really notice us; though this could be an entertaining situation.” The rabbit turned to the now much closer human waddling from side to side as he reached the crossroads of Forest Avenue and Victoria Crescent. He was filthy and smelled very ripe, as he had been sweating profusely; he’d let his papered up bottle slip into the waterlogged ditch halfway down the road. The man by the rabbit turned back to the lake and began his walk. “Have your fun Elder One.” “Until next time Angel.” The rabbit hopped toward the drunk by the crossroads and looked up. The drunk looked down. “Well... hic... Hullo thar lil...” suddenly, his half closed and glazed over eyes widen unnaturally and uncontrollably as he beheld a sight of unspeakable horror before him, where the little black and grey one-eyed rabbit had been.
Happy Birthday Lovecraft!
Sytorammar, still in the guise of a man clad in black walked over the waves of Simcoe, as a barely human gargling scream came down from the hill on Forest Avenue. All the covert angel did was look the other way, shake his head and vanish. The star appeared in the early morning sky once more. AUTHOR BIO: Growing up on stories and legends told by a several relatives who were equally interested in the paranormal and then later finding H.P. Lovecraft among other greats, Chris Cirillo (That’s Me) has always been a imaginative individual, whether it was through story writing or drawing (Lot’s of drawings: which can be found at crazon.deviantart.com), Chris has been in the world building business all his life. Characters, monsters and whole galaxies worth of worlds lie both on pages of paper, in digital form and in his mind. (Seriously, it’s getting crowded in there!) With a family and group of friends to both inspire and support his creativity, Chris likes to delve into many related and intertwined genres: horror, fantasy, science fiction and everything in between. He’s currently attempting to write Simcoe County, Ontario into a new Miskatonic valley (Ok, I’ll stop with the third person perspective now).
Dedicated to the late, great H.P. Lovecraft