Hey, I'm writing up a short story for the writing comp in the general forum. This is where it'll go when it's done. It's kind of in the style of H.P Lovecraft macabre horror, but I think it'll have a bit of a David Zindell style epic sci-fi touch to it too. So if you've heard of and enjoy the works of those authors, or enjoy reading those styles, then I've got my fingers crossed that my story will impress.

I'm at around 15000 characters now, but I'm starting to think that I'll have to rebuild the first chapter of my story because it sucks ass. Mediochre climax, and not enough information, so I'm going to scrap it, and set it up better, like a H.P Lovecraft story would start.

Blurb:
The year is 1941, the war is raging all around me, and I've just recieved a phone call telling me that my parents are ill. So I gathered my posessions and caught the first bus out of Berlin. I'm a professor of practical science at the Berlin academic university (my name is Dr. Friderik Eisenbachs), but they understood my circumstance, and allowed me to visit my parents. When I had arrived at the village, I met with the doctor, and discovered that it wasn't only my parents that were ill, a plague had come over the whole village. The doctor suspected that the British were to blame, "chemical warfare" he said, repulsed by the idea. He assumed that this secret mission had gone wry, and the results of the attack had carried downstream. But something didn't add up. No-one outside of the village had ever heard of such a theory. So I did my own investigations, and what I discovered was far worse; an underground cult was murdering the villagers, as part of their worship of their demon-god, and they were determined to kill us all.

I've probably given away too much in those last two lines... Oh well, I think it's enough to give the reader something to think about while they wait for the actual story (if there are any readers...)