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by Arch Stanton IT WAS A blistering, bright, sunny day in Judea. The temperature was just over 103° under the sun-burnt date palm where King Nebuchadnezzar II sat. Classic descriptions of Nebuchadnezzar are of a tall, stately man who towered over his subjects — when in actuality, he was only 5’1”…
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by H. Millard ARMAN explained what he believes caused him to start receiving revelations and inspiration from a higher power and it sounds a little like he may have had a UFO experience although he says he has no memory of seeing anything in the sky except clouds and a bright light that came down from a hole…
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by Lord Dunsany MY FRIEND, Mr. Douglas Ainslie, tells me that Sir James Barrie once told him this story. The story, or rather the fragment, was as follows. A man strolling into an auction somewhere abroad, I think it must have been France, for they bid in francs, found they were selling old clothes. And…
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by Arvin N. Prebost THE CONFLICTING sickening-sweet odors of the women’s perfume set up a peculiar prickling sensation in his nose and made his narrowed eyes water as the church choir sang uncertainly, without conviction. The aroma reminded him of the cloying spices used by the smooth-tongued Stygian…
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by Robert E. Howard THE MAN SHIVERED in the coolness of the early morning. He shifted his body to relieve the pressure on his elbows. Cautiously he peered up over the great boulder in front of him, and down the mountain side. Fire twinkled there and the man cursed. An obscene song floated up to him and his…
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by Lord Dunsany ON ONE OF those unattained, and unattainable pinnacles that are known as the Bleaks of Eerie, an eagle was looking East with a hopeful presage of blood. For he knew, and rejoiced in the knowledge, that eastward over the dells the dwarfs were risen in Ulk, and gone to war with the demi-gods.…
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And how it all started by Arman
as told to H. Millard I’M NOT crazy and I want to be clear that the messages I receive are always peaceful and life-loving and never are about violence to anyone or anything — and indeed call for love and respect of all living things, in fact for all things in existence,…
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by Lord Dunsany IT WAS dead of night and midwinter. A frightful wind was bringing sleet from the East. The long sere grasses were wailing. Two specks of light appeared on the desolate plain; a man in a hansom cab was driving alone in North China. Alone with the driver and the dejected horse. The driver wore…
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by Lord Dunsany IN THE harbour, between the liner and the palms, as the huge ship’s passengers came up from dinner, at moonrise, each in his canoe, Ali Kareeb Ahash and Boob Aheera passed within knife thrust. So urgent was the purpose of Ali Kareeb Ahash that he did not lean over as his enemy slid by,…
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by Lord Dunsany THE DUTIES of postman at Otford-under-the-Wold carried Amuel Sleggins farther afield than the village, farther afield than the last house in the lane, right up to the big bare wold and the house where no one went, no one that is but the three grim men that dwelt there and the secretive wife…
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