The Ember Lights

 Hey Firelight Wanderers It's been a while since I've posted on this blog, I've been keeping up with some activity on The Ember Lights twitter but the reason behind this long, very long break was that I went through an emotional moment were my motivation to write pretty much stopped. Over the lockdown I thought to myself that I have been pushing myself too far, when I released some of my stories in such short timeframes because I did them in bulk before creating The Ember Lights and I was worried about losing that momentum. So I forced myself to try and put a new story every month or so and it became too much when I ended up with no new ideas and a set deadline. Other things occurred with this blog were I was getting moments thinking what the hell is the point of carry on with all this, I won't go into the details of what caused me to feel this way but it has come up a few times since starting this blog were I've felt worthless, I even now years later still can'...

MFD Team Members - Natasha Reynolds: Biologist/Ecologist - Akhila Khatri: Military (Indian Armed Forces) Devarukhkar Favela Rurshan, India Stretching far across the area it was a sea of hand built homes and stalls, corrugated metal and dirt, the town was a massive community of those sadly unable to afford even the less finer luxuries but that still didn’t take away the spirit of the community, everyone was willing to help each other in need and they never felt any poorer for it. Natasha sat in the back of the red jeep as it wound its way through the dirt roads heading towards the favela, she looked at the survey data on her laptop over the past week the area had begun suffering from unusual seismic activity any unusual activity like this was something that the MFD was always eager to investigate in hope that no creatures were involved. Natasha swept the sweat from her brow and retied her hair back into a pony tail to help keep in from getting in her face despite the setting...

With R'LYEH finally completed I wanted to write a personal post about how this came to be. This story of eldritch horror and madness is dedicated to my sister STEVIE , as kids we were explored many horror based films even if we hadn't reached the correct film rating just yet. I think I was about 9 or 10 when mum introduced me to the movies like Predator and Aliens , sex was no no but spines being ripped out of a man's back was totally fine, our dad introduced us to things more of the spooky nature like The Haunting , Whistle and I'll Come to You , The Woman in Black . Over decades my sister and I have wandered through the dark corridors of horror including sneaking me in to see Blade II when I was not 18 but my big sister managed to sneak me in with a denim jacket if I recall to make me look older, we've been expanding our library of our favourite movie that have creeped us out ranging from John Carpenter's The Fog all the way to James Wan's The Conjuring...

  The blackness began to fade as Kara began opening her eyes, she woke to see that she was still in the processing plant, clambering to her feet she looked up to the impaled monstrous form that originally was Blackman, it was dead, at least she thought it was that woman or what looked like a woman in her dream said she that the body would fade away to be reborn, so it had to be dead in some form. Her body ached all over but she was glad that it was over, the sound of familiar voices could be heard “KARA!” Kay ran towards her and they hugged even though it hurt Kara welcomed it happily “Good to see that you two are ok” Kara saw Paulson slowly approached he had a few cuts and scrapes from broken glass he smiled at Kara “You alright O-SEC?” Kara nodded “Sore but I’ll live” Kay stared at the corpse of Nyarlathotep “When it grabbed you we thought it had you, what happened?” Kara came and stood next to Kay looking up at the impaled eldritch horror “I’m not sure it felt like a dream but I...

  Author's Note: I just wanted to say for this chapter there is a character here that is based on from a Lovecraftian graphic novel series by Michael Alan Nelson called 'The Fall of Cthulhu' is a great comic series so I highly recommend it. In his story is a character who lives in the dreamlands known as 'The Harlot' she is not a creation of Lovecraft but a creation of Nelson's and she is a brilliant character, she's complex in that she doesn't have a goal for either the humans or the old ones, the goal must suit her and will help people out in need but it always comes with some sort of price something either physical or emotional. With loving this character so much I wanted to put the Harlot in my story but obviously without infringing on copy right the character that I have put in this chapter is a homage to Nelson's but with some changes of my own, I just felt that this character in what ever form needed to be recognised esp...