The Lurking Fear is a short story by H. P. Lovecraft in the horror fiction genre. Written in November 1922, it was first published in the January through April 1923 issues of Home Brew. In 1921, an unnamed reporter and local monster-hunter travels to Tempest Mountain, in the Catskills range, after reports of various attacks by a group of unidentified creatures against the local inhabitants reaches the media. A month before, a massive thunderstorm, even larger than the ones which usually plague the region, had drifted across the mountains, and brought with it destruction. The next morning, many homes were destroyed, seemingly by the storm, but upon closer inspection, the destruction seemed to be left by an enraged beast. The affected area, originally home to only 75 citizens, was completely destroyed, leaving no survivors. Gathering what information he can from the locals, he finds out that most of the legends surround the foreboding Martense mansion, a century-old Dutch homestead, which has been disregarded by the police as its apparently abandoned. The narrator, bringing with him two companions as his bodyguards, enters the mansion at night, just when another thunderstorm approaches, and takes up residence in the room of Jan Martense, a member of the family believed to have been murdered. The mansion is completely deserted, but the narrator and his friends take precautions and plan several methods of escape, in case they are attacked during the night by whatever force haunts the house. Despite their careful preparation, keeping watch in shifts and sleeping armed, the group eventually drift off to sleep. The narrator wakes up to discover both his companions missing and, in a flash of lightning, witnesses a demonic shadow briefly cast upon the mansions chimney by a grotesque monster. Neither of his companions are ever seen again.
On the 26th of July, 1864, under a strong gale from the northeast, a magnificent yacht was steaming at full speed through the waves of the North Channel. The flag of England fluttered at her yard-arm, while at the top of the mainmast floated a blue pennon, bearing the initials E. G., worked in gold and surmounted by a ducal coronet. The yacht was called the Duncan, and belonged to Lord Glenarvan, one of the sixteen Scottish peers sitting in the House of Lords, and also a most distin-guished member of the Royal Thames Yacht Club, so celebrated throughout the United Kingdom. Lord Edward Glenarvan was on board with his young wife, Lady Helena, and one of his cousins, Major MacNabb. The Duncan, newly constructed, had just been making a trial voyage several miles beyond the Frith of Clyde, and was now on her re-turn to Glasgow. Already Arran Island was appearing on the horizon, when the look-out signaled an enormous fish that was sporting in the wake of the yacht. The captain, John Mangles, at once informed Lord Glenarvan of the fact, who mounted on deck with Major MacNabb, and asked the captain what he thought of the animal. Indeed, your lordship, replied Captain Mangles, I think it is a shark of large proportions. A shark in these regions! exclaimed Glenarvan. Without doubt, replied the captain. This fish belongs to a species of sharks that are found in all seas and latitudes. It is the balance-fish, and, if I am not greatly mistaken, we shall have an encounter with one of these fellows. If your lordship consents, and it pleases Lady Helena to witness such a novel chase, we will soon see what we have to deal with. What do you think, MacNabb? said Lord Glenarvan to the major; are you of a mind to try the adventure? I am of whatever opinion pleases you, answered the major, calmly. Besides, continued Captain Mangles, we cannot too soon exterminate these terrible monsters. Let us improve the opportunity, and, if your lordship pleases, it shall be an exciting scene as well as a good action. AUTHOR: Jules Gabriel Verne (1828 - 1905) was a French novelist, poet, and playwright best known for his adventure novels and his profound influence on the literary genre of science fiction. Verne was born to bourgeois parents in the seaport of Nantes, where he was trained to follow in his fathers footsteps as a lawyer, but quit the profession early in life to write for magazines and the stage. His collaboration with the publisher Pierre-Jules Hetzel led to the creation of the Voyages extraordinaires, a widely popular series of scrupulously researched adventure novels including Journey to the Center of the Earth (1864), Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea (1870), and Around the World in Eighty Days (1873). Verne is generally considered a major literary author in France and most of Europe, where he has had a wide influence on the literary avant-garde and on surrealism. His reputation is markedly different in Anglophone regions, where he has often been labeled a writer of genre fiction or childrens books, largely because of the highly abridged and altered translations in which his novels are often reprinted.
Be forewarned: If youre looking for vanilla straight sex, you wont find it here. I dont distinguish between different flavors of sexuality. My characters arent homosexual or heterosexual or bisexual; theyre just sexual. I write stories about relationships between men and women, men and men, and women and women. My characters often enjoy threesomes or moresomes, and orgies are never out of the question. Sex is sex and love is love, and any port(hole) is fine in a storm. So my incest includes brother-brother, brother-sister, father-son, mother-daughter, father-daughter, mother-son and just about any other combination that occurs to me, often in the same story. In Knotty, Knotty, a mute mother helps her Bad Boy Scouts with learning to tie knots for their last merit badge. How can she say no to their advances...especially when her hands are tied? Nine-and-a-half Long, Hard Weeks introduces a young man whose manhood just wont stop growing. Whats his mother to do, especially when just touching it makes him come like a rocket? Turnabout begins with a man who wakes up tied down. His girlfriend and her daughter have colluded to de-virginize their daughter...whether he likes it or not. Despite his initial reservations, in the end he cant resist her physical charms. In Beautiful Boy, a young man slips into bed with his father to give him the pleasure of a lifetime. Was it just a wet dream, or a taste of the future? Daddys Porn Stars begins with a video invitation for a father to join in his twin son and daughters favorite new hobby: sex with each other. It isnt long before theyre both on their knees in front of him. Get ready to get your groove on--and explore your sexuality in ways you may not expect! ----- PG Excerpt ----- I opened my eyes and saw my womans beloved hellion, Angelina, looking at me with concerned eyes. She grinned and clapped her hands delightedly. Youre awake finally! Through a dry mouth I mumbled, Whats happened, baby? Only what Ive wanted to happen for two years, Daddy Jack! Oh, finally, finally! She helped me drink a sip of soda through a straw, and I looked around. I was tied spread-eagled to her frilly pink bed with ropes the size of ships hawsers; I wasnt going to get loose anytime soon. An odd feeling curdled in the pit of my stomach. Whats going on? How did I get like this? She grinned widely. Mom did it! We put sleeping pills in your coffee this morning, and then when you fell asleep she helped me tie you to my bed! Then she went away for a while. Shell be back later. We have plennnnnty of time. She looked at me in a way Id never hoped to be looked at by a girl so young, and studied my nakedness. I like your muscles, Dad. Especially that one. She pointed at my crotch. Im not your Dad! I lifted my head and shouted, Oh my god, Angie! What the hell! This is my birthday present from Mom, she said, as she strutted around the bed, examining me from all angles. Its all we could figure out. You were so mean about it the other day when she asked you to pretend she was me when you had sex, so I knew youd never go for actually doing me. Voluntarily, anyway. She patted my abdomen, looking hard at me, like she was trying to memorize every line and curve. I remembered the argument. Frankly, the whole idea had turned me off. But to go this far... How? Why? Mom and I have been playing with each other for months now, she said cheerfully, trailing her little hand toward my maleness. She touched it lightly, and I responded. Ooooh! She giggled then, and told me, in a voice like the little girl that she so obviously no longer was, Mommy was really, really mad when you turned her down the other night. Shes been looking forward to the three of us getting together, she said, and seeing your monster in her babys cooch. She looked at me lustfully and grinned again, her smile angelic, and adjusted her ponytail. Anyway, Mom was mad and I really, really wanted you to do me, so we came up with this plan. To persuade me? She shrugged. We figured youd come around once you were inside me. Mom says guys always do. And even if you dont... she trailed a finger down the length of my rapidly-growing manhood, well, Ill get to make love to my sexy Daddy Jack once at least. She started to shrug out of her T-shirt...and then turned it into a sexy little dance, whirling around the bed teasingly, lifting up the shirt and then lowering it, giving me tantalizing glimpses of her perky breasts. Finally pulled it off all at once and stuck a sexy