Lovecraft Ezine Mega-Issue 3 Rev3 by Pulver Joseph S. & Price Robert M. & Bailey Dale & Ballingrud Nathan & Rawlik Pete & Thomas Scott & Pugmire W.H. & Salmonson Jessica

Author:Pulver, Joseph S. & Price, Robert M. & Bailey, Dale & Ballingrud, Nathan & Rawlik, Pete & Thomas, Scott & Pugmire, W.H. & Salmonson, Jessica
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: story, short, ezine, author, science, horror, writer, cthulu, literary, artwork, art, fiction, lovecraft
Published: 2014-11-16T16:00:00+00:00

“Russ, I’m glad you’re here early, I’ve got the opening ready” said Carl, the show’s chief editor, as I walked in the door of the editing booth.

I set the large Styrofoam cup of coffee I had in my left hand down on the edge of the CPU and took a seat next to Rick.

“So, what have you got for me? “ I could smell something in the air, a vaguely burning stench. “Are you overloading one of these very expensive machines?” I asked with a grin.

“No, I punched the wrong time on the microwave and ended up burning the crap out of my frozen burrito,” he said.

“Figures,” I said. “So have you worked your magic for our opening sequence?”

“Your idea was terrific. It works great.”

The screen in front of us lit up, first with a close up shot of the water and then the prow of a boat shooting through it. Then the camera rose to the darkened horizon and you could see the oil rig seeming to grow out of the water. That still sent shivers down my spine.

“Welcome, friends, as we seek to find out what is hidden in the shadows, what we see just out of the corners of our eyes, and, most of all, what is right in front of us In The Dark Corners of reality.”

The camera panned across the other members of my team and then settled on me for just a few beats; seconds later our show logo came up and the opening credits rolled.

“Nice job, Carl,” I said.

“Thanks, boss. Your new team is pretty colorful, but I still miss Jake and Nadia,” he said.

“I do too, Carl.”

“By the way, I love that effect the new night vision goggles’ light does to your eyes,” he said, picking up a half eaten piece of pizza from next to his keyboard.

“My eyes?”

“Yea, it makes them look like they have gold spots in them,” he said.

“Never noticed that. We can call it my new look,” I said, looking at the tiny gold flecks in my eyes reflected in the monitor on the control panel.