• In total there are 12 users online :: 4 registered, 0 hidden and 8 guests (based on users active over the past 60 minutes)
    Most users ever online was 742 on Tue Mar 19, 2024 2:59 am

The Abyss Laughs by A.R. LaBaere- A Cosmic Horror Anti-Novel 0.99$

Authors are invited and encouraged to present their FICTION books solely within this forum.
AR LaBaere
Official Newbie!
Posts: 1
Joined: Thu Jun 23, 2016 10:10 am
7

The Abyss Laughs by A.R. LaBaere- A Cosmic Horror Anti-Novel 0.99$

Unread post

https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B019D331 ... ref=plSrch

Greetings, deranged cultists. I am A.R. LaBaere, author of The Abyss Laughs. My aim is to promote the madness of the outer darkness throughout this cosmos and others. The Abyss Laughs is the word of The Great Old Ones, written upon my mind, and then to paper. Through them, I sing the songs of the End.

Cosmic horror is a genre partially promoted and pioneered by H.P. Lovecraft, an obscure Rhode Island author. His works, such as The Call of Cthulhu, and At the Mountains of Madness, have been vastly influential upon horror culture, from films such as John Carpenter's The Thing and In the Mouth of Madness, to television such as Doctor Who. The insignificance of the human race, the influence of vast, formless things upon the very fabric of what we call reality... This is cosmic horror. Dogs howl at some phantasm in the night, in the light, for they can perceive it beneath our reality. The pages are open before you, telling you of the Truth which lies beneath all truth. Do not attempt to understand... It is better to surrender to the safety of ignorance. If the human mind could comprehend, it would not be human.

The Abyss Laughs explores the horrors expounded upon by Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe, and Thomas Ligotti. All are connected in some strange way, and the words crumble... The Abyss Laughs the Abyss

The true gods warp reality with their mere existence. We are a dream in Their sleeping minds. They lurk at the Gate, and the universes have aligned to open the way.

Reality is a thin layer over something truly alien. The only kind turn of the cosmos may be the prevention of the human mind from comprehension of all its truths. The Old Ones are beneath that facade. They are those who were, are, and shall be, not amongst the familiar space and time known to humanity, but far outside the constraints of logic and reason. Entombed within our cosmos and without, They await the proper alignment of the stars, so that They may once again stalk the spaces between. The Old Ones cannot be comprehended by the human mind, for They exist in infinity beyond understanding.

These beings are served by religious sects devoted to their return to life, from the Brotherhood of Hastur to the Deep ones of Dagon and Hydra. Still yet more disastrous awaits the cult of Yog Sothoth, the All in One and One in All. Azathoth, Yog Sothoth, and Shub Niggurath are not Old Ones, but rather Outer Gods. When the music in the Court of Azathoth ceases, so too shall all things.

Beyond even the Old Ones lie the Outer Gods, beings who are to the Old Ones what the Old Ones are to the lesser species. These deities encompass all of space, time, and other fabrics of reality, and yet exist wholly outside of it. These deities were the first beings in existence, creating many of the Old Ones and one another long before the birth of reality.

An obscure horror author, Lovecraft, penned a supposedly fictional world of alien lore, prehuman nightmares, and inhuman races. For all of these terrors, the cosmos is not one of malevolence, but of stark indifference to any species. The Old Ones and Outer Gods are not cruel nor psychopathic; rather, Their psychologies and motivations are entirely beyond the comprehension of humanity.

Lovecraft wrote of their histories and mythologies in works disguised as fiction, creating a mythos of the supernatural, cosmic, and unknown. He recorded tales of prehistoric gods bubbling at the center of all infinity, and of partly human alien races the world over. His narrators live on, forever scarred by their forbidden knowledge as they await the End.

Presently, a concerned publishing agent investigates the mysteries of The Abyss Laughs, a self-referential work of cosmic horror in the vein of Lovecraft. The novel evokes inconsistent effects, from awe to derision at its pastiche. The novel's narrative becomes the publisher's own, as the characters and locations of cosmic horror seem to become reality. Narrative after narrative of the postmodern work become more obscure, unwinding the agent's every sense of reality and reason. Nested within a complex narrative web of psychic visions and intertwined fates, The Abyss Laughs is no book.

In the apparently fictional work of cosmic horror authors previous, only a portion of truth is revealed. There are Outer Gods beyond the Outer Gods, and Outer Gods beyond this. With each revelation, logic and reason as we comprehend it fades into black seas of infinity, and the return of ultimate entropy draws nearer. This is the culmination of Lovecraft's accounts of the vast cosmos beneath our own. The demented cultists have laid in wait for their gods, the Outer Gods have created Their spawn upon the Earth to walk amongst humanity, and the ancient texts have appeared to ordinary men. With a series of bizarre natural catastrophes, the oceans tumble into seismic upheaval. The minds of many are fevered by unnatural, maddening dreams.

Lovecraft wrote that the Old Ones would one day return, but never wrote of Their coming. At last, after untold aeons, the cosmos begins to align. The final rites are prepared, the prophecies come to fruition, and the foundations of reality begin to revert to their original state. And, beneath even this, something so incomprehensible as to be an informational void stirs.

The Abyss Laughs.
Post Reply

Return to “Authors: Tell us about your FICTION book!”