"Lovecraftian" drabbles by Jim M

The Horror That Came From Beyond the Gates

Lovecraftian

The thin boy sat on the steps.

In his heart he sees the truth. Not streets bustling with life and traffic, but the Other's side. The blank void, writhing terrors in the pit before the castle.

When he becomes a thin man, people ask him, why do you sit? Can we help?

Every night he returns to his chambers and consumes a meagre offering from the Company. He barely cares

When he becomes a thin old man, he sits on the steps unseeing

When the thin old man becomes a Prince, he rises from the steps and opens the gates.