PRAISE THE WORM

O Great Worm, please fill me with purpose. Please save my damned husk. In your name we scream, ah-worm.

[the-worm-speaks]

yoo whatever happened with this thing its been forever

There’s been a mounting desire to return to this. I peruse it, time and time again, and am filled with the feeling that can only be got through expressive writing. In the inevitable event that I create again, this blog will be the first to taste it.

[the-worm-speaks]

Not even the chaos of the Tumblr Bot could stop the Worm. Dark blue shines in a cold black pit.

[prokopetz]

Some of my mutuals have started saying “big worm” in response to anything relateable, and like I know what it means, I’m acquainted with both of the memes it’s derived from, but every time I see it there’s still that nagging suspicion that I’ve unwittingly joined some sort of cult.

[the-bigtree]

@detritus-daydream

@the-worm-speaks

[the-worm-speaks]

Hail the lord of shifting coils. Praise the Worm!

[the-worm-speaks]

We have never questioned our capacity for evil things, but often wonder about the boundaries of our goodness.

[the-worm-speaks]

Walk with me into the dark place.

[the-worm-speaks]

Have you forgotten me? Has my absence been a burden lifted from your mind? Like the rising moon, I return aglow.

[the-worm-speaks]

Score upon score of loose ends. Pieces of me flutter about like tattered rags.

[the-bigtree]

Completed 2nd Flesh Tome. With illustration of The Worm

[the-worm-speaks]

Praise brother @the-bigtree for his contribution to the lord of infinite coils. Praise the Worm.

[the-worm-speaks]

Don't break my shape! I swear I'm holding it together.

[the-worm-speaks]

Scouring light of truth, burn my eyes. Shall I turn again to the forgiving Earth or let myself go blind?

[the-worm-speaks]

WIP SamWes 2

Alish stood next to Mawk’s motorbike with a shocked expression. Metal panels clanged against the concrete floor as they fell off of the bike and Alish stared, mouth agape, at what she had done to the stranger’s vehicle. She only wanted to see how he made it, poking around at its odds and ends, ...

Mawk and Alish get to know each other while shopping in Hedeby.

For the first time in twenty-five years, Mawk gets a break in his search. But will this deadly stranger and his techno-suit bring an end to Mawk’s hunt just when he gets a lead? read and find out.

[the-worm-speaks]

WIP SamWes 1

Mawk never believed in a god. He had been to a great deal of terrible places and seen enough terrible things to know that no god worth praying to had ever set its gaze upon this planet. He’d seen men of high station allow innocent people to burn on a pyre, and he’d seen lifelong friendships end...

Mawk has been roaming the country for twenty-five years looking for the one thing he believes can save the world from injustice. It’s only ever mentioned in legend and in ghost stories, but he knows it’s out there, and if he doesn’t find it, then things are only going to get worse.

Join me in my newest started series, a samurai western set in the near future. I know this isn’t cosmic horror, and anyone following this blog has likely come to expect cosmic horror, but I trust that fans of my writing style won’t be dissapointed with this new beginning.

I do want to recognize the Edna series here real quick though. I am 65,000 words into that story and have recently hit a bit of a brain blockage, but have also possibly worked my way out of that slump. If it starts picking back up at a nice pace I’ll start posting it again, until then don’t hold your breath for any more Obelisk.

[the-worm-speaks]

Becoming is painful. Endure this birth and be cursed with tepid existence.

[the-worm-speaks]

You're not doing yourself any favors by restricting your mind to the realm of possibility. Existence begins just beyond its boundaries.

[the-worm-speaks]

Started a new story today. Near future, guns are outlawed & very rare so folks turn to good old fashioned swords. Our MC wants to learn a secret fighting style from an ancient swordsman who may be more myth than man. Meanwhile, a deadly terrorist is targeting priceless artifacts from pre-WWIII & destroying them, but what does he want? Find out later!

[the-worm-speaks]

Dreams may fail again and again but terror never truly dies.

[the-worm-speaks]

Fill me, dutiful acolytes of the worm. Fill me with the strength to fight back. Fill my mouth with words so that I might lick the page and leave thousands of inky scribbles upon them for you to enjoy. Fill me with the desire to tell a tale. Fill me with ideas that even and I can call worthy.