Hunting

I come to you now from a world draped in cobwebs, festooned with skellingtons and dotted with lanterns both Jack-o and Snanny (it’s a Northern thing, we make them out of turnips.) The night covers the world, and with the setting of the sun comes the return of that which does not belong in our world. The dead stir in their graves and walk upon this earth once again. Ghosts, ghouls, poltergeists and malign spirits slip through the cracks in the fabric of existence and embark upon a mission of mischief, mayhem, madness and all-purpose merry-hell. Obviously the only sensible response to this is to dress up, devour high-calorie sugared snacks  and inappropriately add the adjective “sexy” as a prefix to thing which it does not rightly belong. Or if you;re me: turn-off all the lights and pretend you’re not in just so people will go away and stop knocking on your door. But even with all this frivolity, frippery and social cowardice there’s a lingering feeling that there really might be something out there in the cold autumn night. Something hungry, prowling darkened streets and hiding in the bushes. Something on the hunt…

The wordascopes this month could not be more different. On one hand we have a script for a kids TV show of rollicking space-adventure. On the other we have a sinister and cosmological tale of the unquiet dead haunting the cold void of space. A tale in which is in no way influence by the recent return of NecromAnswers. It’s entirely coincidental. Whether I really captured the vague, yet menacing horror of beyond the stars cosmic horror is a matter for debate (the answer is probably not,) but it was fun all the same.

James Clayton – Masha & Pobeda’s Interstellar Ultra-Cosmic Submarine Adventures Beyond the Stars

The Rogue Verbumancer – And so we send the Hunters

Mick – It’s beginning to look a lot like Fish Men…

Remember to check back tomorrow for the start of November’s Pictonaut Challenge.