Mittwoch, 31. Oktober 2018

Happy Halloween


Erloschen ist des Sommers Glut,
Dünn ward des Alten Königs Blut,
Trüb die Augen, schwach die Glieder
Mißmutig lauscht er auf die alten Lieder
Schon wird gemischt der giftige Sud
Der ihn bringen wird, wo bereits sein Ahne ruht...

Schaurige Grüße aus Zollern am Meer zum Halloweenfest un dem Ende des unheimlichen (oder goldenen Oktobers)! Dieses Jahr leider weniger, als uns lieb ist, aber immerhin, nach gefühlten 1000 jahren ist jetzt endlich auch Halloween wieder ein Feiertag in Norddeutschland, nur nennt man es feige "Reformationstag".
Nun, wir wollen uns nicht mit einem finsteren Charakter wie dem ersten Martin Luther identifizieren, da war der andere deutlich hilfreicher auch für dunkle Gestalten wie uns.
Also, ran an die Feuer (oder die brennenden Mülltonnen), und die Trinkhörner heraus, die spirituellen Getränke verteilt und dann lauschen wir andächtig dem Flüstern der Geister der Vorzeit. Wir ziehen uns mal wieder "Die Riten von Pan" rein, wie damals, als wir Magick machten, bis die Sichel sich bog, und dann noch ein paar Folgen "Twilight Zone" und "Geschichten aus der Gruft".
In letzter Instanz, liebe Kinder... sind sie das irgendwann alle...
Bwahahahahaha.

Bis dahin kann man sich hier die Zeit vertreiben:

Frank Schildiner "Tomb of Ancient Evil" auf "Amazon" >>>
Basil Wolvertons "Spacehawk" auf "Comic Book Plus" >>>
Halloween auf "The Sanctum" >>>

Sie leben!



Halloween bei den Außerirdischen, Foto: Herkunft unbekannt

Montag, 29. Oktober 2018

Pulp :: Die Verlorene Welt der Zeit! [2]



CRADLE OF THE WORLD


Fighting the power-drag of the time-warp Capt. Ames’ space ship Discoverer is again smashed back to Earth – this time into the dangerous days of the hard-clouting Cave Men.


By LIN DAVIES

THE space ship Discoverer hummed and groaned from the force of the shock. Half stunned, Captain Dexter Ames picked himself off the deck of the control cabin. Sprawled in the corner, Doctor Phillips, his second in command, was rising with a face distorted by alarm.
„It can’t be a meteor!“ cried Ames.
Phillips shook his head, as much as to clear his thoughts as to answer the captain’s question. „We weren’t able to break out of the time-warp,“ he muttered gloomily.
Ames set his teeth. „Let’s see what the damage is.“ He leaned against the speaking aperture. „Morgan! Are the motors dead?“ „As a door-nail, sir.“ came the muffled voice of Morgan. „We’re dropping, but slow – the gravity-resistors are still working.”
„That’s luck!“ breathed Ames, and hurried to the great telescope. He peered down steadily and gave a cry. „Doctor! It’s Earth again or am I wrong?“
The little scientist took his place and peered through the great quartzite lenses. He blinked. „Yes, that’s Europe and yet the land outlines don’t seem just right! Do you know, Dexter, I have a feeling that we’re journeying back into an older age!“
„Not the Ice Age, I hope,“ grinned Arnes with a dubious grin.
„Decidedly not the Ice Age,“ reproved the scientist. „You should remember that in those times no such land configuration was possible.“
Ames nodded. „Well, whatever it is, we’re stuck with it.“

THE Discoverer, battered and bent, sank into a long, narrow valley hedged in by snow-capped mountains. Engineer Morgan and his experts began their work at once.
Ames told off a scouting party, hoping to replenish the ship’s dwindling food supply. „Remember,“ he warned. „Keep together, and each man in communication by space phone with the ship.“ The twenty, led by Gunner Hatch, trooped out of the great door.
They climbed a gentle slope above a winding river. No man or beast appeared, and the scouts disappeared from Ames’ view.
Two hours later a lookout cried out. Men of the scouting party had appeared on the brow of the hill. They were moving fast, as if in retreat. Another appeared, and then two who were helping an injured man. Hatch ran up as Ames stepped from the ship.
„We were attacked,“ he gasped. „By giants! Cavemen!“
Ames and Phillips exchanged a glance. „Centuries!“ cried the scientist. „We’ve slipped past centuries of time.“
Ames had been counting heads. „You’re two men short,“ he rapped.
Hatch nodded. „And one man hurt. He was hit by a great rock thrown by a giant. The others are dead.“
„How were they killed? Hit by rocks?”
Hatch’s face bore a strange look as he spread his hands. „Nothing hit them. They just dropped after we shot one of the giants. Nothing hit them!“
„Nonsense!“ cried Ames, but as he saw the stubborn lines in the Chief Gunner’s face he wondered. „Come on, Doctor, you and I will do a scout.“
He picked six men of proved daring and discretion, and the eight followed the tracks of the food hunters. One man sighted a goat, but Ames shook his head. He wanted to see those bodies – the two slain shipmates and the giant – if they had not been dragged away.

FIRST they found the airmen. Doctor Phillips studied the unmarked still faces with pursed lips, then bade the men strip both. There was not a mark on them. The doctor, shuttling his hand through his thinning hair, said not a word.
A little farther away lay the giant. His death was no mystery. The ray of a ship man’s pistol had caught him fairly in the face.
„We’ll pick up our men on our way back,“ decided Ames. „Now for food.“
They had caught four goats before the giants appeared. One, the nearest, seemed to be a sort of leader: He carried a great club, swung on his shoulder above a craggy. scowling face framed with a mat of long hair. His only garment was a bear hide hung off one shoulder and caught at the loins with a piece of bone. He came on slowly, teeth bared, club balanced for a crushing blow.
Ames gripped his pistol. At that instant another giant leaped from underbrush to make a flank attack on the party. The menaced ship man fired his ray pistol. The giant’s arms fell, the great body slumped.
And then a stratling thing happened. The ship-man beside Ames gave a little sigh and sank to the ground. Ames and Phillips knelt by him and saw that he was dead.
„Ah!“ cried the doctor, his face working. his eyes gleaming. „Captain. I –“

THE leading giant had paused, astonished by the sudden death of two men. His scowl had left his face, and a thrill coursed through Ames’ whole being. Why, this Caveman’s face resembled his own! His pistol wavered from its target as he marveled.
Two giants leaped forward then from a fringe of woods. Three ray pistols spat, and they fell. And as if by magnetism, three of Ames’ party slumped and lay still.
„Ames!“ cried the little scientist in anguish. „Stop them! Stop the firing! And don’t shoot that big leader!“
„Cease firing!“ roared Ames. He turned wildly to the Doctor. „He looks like me, that Cave Man.“
„Of course,“ babbled the doctor. „Don’t you see? The time-warp! These are the First Men! That’s why our men died!“
Ames passed a hand over his brow, half lifting his pistol as the giants slowly advanced. „You mean–“ he cried incredulously.
„Our men shot their own ancestors!“ cried the doctor. „And so, without ancestors, how could they be alive? They died!“
„It’s crazy!“ cried Ames.
„It’s the law of time!“ retortcd Phillips.
„And that big fellow–“
„Is your ancestor!“
Shuddering, Ames holstered his pistol. „Fall back!“ he ordered his men. They paused only to lift their dead, and retreated toward the ship. Ames looked back. The big leader had stopped, and stood, leaning on his club, staring stupidly after Ames.



Erstveröffentlichung in "Planet Comics" #8, August 1940, Verlag Fiction House (defunkt)

Sonntag, 28. Oktober 2018

Im Zwielicht

Die Stimme erklärt das Universum. das Universum ist flach, schwarz-weiß, voller Grautöne. Es wird Dich überraschen, und irgendwann wirst Du Farbe sehen.
Du siehst TV, du isst TV. Du bist TV.
Aber wer hat die Hand an der Fernbedienung?
"Es gibt eine fünfte Dimension, jenseits derer, die dem Menschen bekannt ist. Es ist eine Dimension so groß wie der Raum und so zeitlos wie die Unendlichkeit."

"Es ist der Mittelweg zwischen Licht und Schatten, zwischen Wissenschaft und Aberglauben, und es liegt zwischen der Grube der menschlichen Ängste und dem Gipfel seines Wissens.

"Dies ist die Dimension der Vorstellungskraft. "

Vorspann/Prolog der TV-Anthologie "The Twilight Zone" (1959).

Samstag, 27. Oktober 2018

Flash Fiction :: Jenseits aller Träume

Wenn der Herbstwind weht, kommt die Erinnerung wieder, und das weinfarbene Laub auf den stillen Straßen wird neu gemischt. Ein Orakel, die Karten eines unvollständigen Tarotspiels: Kannst Du in ihnen die Zukunft lesen, oder die Vergangenheit?

Die Erinnerung ist bruchstückhaft, die Trümpfe seltsam verändert. Dies sind die Blätter, die man die Großen Arkana nennt, die großen Geheimnisse, das Verborgene: „Der Turm in Ruinen“, „Der Lächelnde Tod“, „Der Engel der Tränen“ und „Das Seltsame Äon“.

Noch tanzen sie auf den stillen Strassen, bevor der Wind sie mit sich trägt, um ein neues Muster zu werfen, für einen Augenblick, für eine Ewigkeit.

Du bist diese Wege bereits zuvor entlang gegangen, entlang der nebelverhangenen Ruinen der Zeit. Die Tage stehen im Zeichen des Skorpions, die Sonne hat die Fetisch-Uniform des Pluto angelegt; an dem erhobenen Stachel zittert ein einsamer, schimmernder Tropfen Gift, der magische Spiegel: Kannst Du in ihm die Zukunft lesen, oder die Vergangenheit?

Bald wird aus dem Stachel Plutos die Sichel Saturns, dicht angelegt an der Kehle des Tages. (Eine Ader pocht unter der rostigen Klinge, zittert unter dem unglaublichen Gewicht der Zeit.)

Du kannst meditieren, du kannst beten; du kannst rennen, aber du kannst dich nicht verstecken. Der Herbst steht hinter Dir: ein bleiches Gesicht, eine fahle Form im Nieselregen. In der Finsternis über uns eine erhobene Klinge.

Dann ein Blitz, der Regen bringt.

Montag, 22. Oktober 2018

Pulp :: Die Verlorene Welt der Zeit! [1]



LOST WORLD OF TIME


Caught in a terrific time-warp. Capt. Dexter Ames and his gallant spare-ship crew turn their ray-rifles on the shaggy Hun-hordes of Attila.


By LIN DAVIES

CAPTAIN DEXTER AMES, biting his lip, stood spraddle-legged in the control cabin of the space ship Discoverer, facing his chief engineer. Beside him, pale of face, the second in command of the Earth expedition, little Doctor Phillips, ran a trembling hand over his brow.
„You are sure.” Ames asked Engineer Morgan, „that our motors must be repaired before we can try to return to Earth.“
The engineer nodded. „The pirate’s blasting shells wrecked our batteries. We can reach a planet by careful use of the motors, and if the atmosphere is favorable we can soon make repairs.“
Ames nodded. „Give us what speed you can.“ Another nod dismissed the engineer, and Ames turned to Phillips. The little scientist was already poring over the stellar chart. He looked up suddenly.
„This is strange,” he exclaimed „The chart is vague about this corner of the heavens. But the asteroid Medona lies yonder.“
„Let us make for it, then.“ Ames spoke through the tube, and heard Morgan’s grunt. He gave the course to the helmsman, and the space ship swung, awkwardly, like a crippled thing, on her new course.
As it hurtled through space a strange feeling came over Ames. Halfway to Medona, he began to sense a mystery in their surroundings. He was pacing the deck when the lookout cried out in alarm. „Planet ahead, Sir!”
„It isn’t Medona, sir,” stammmered the lookout, stupified. It’s Earth!“
„Earth!” repeated Ames. „Why, man, Earth is two million miles away!”
For answer the lookout stepped away from the great telescope, and Ames took his place. He took one look, gasped, and shouted to Morgan. „Reduce speed!”
Phillips ran up. Ames waved him to the telescope. The scientist squinted through the great quartzite lenses, and his jaw fell.
„Earth!” he muttered.
„Are we all drunk, Doctor?“ asked Ames, smiling for the benefit of the terrified lookout. Panic would sweep the ship, he knew, if this evidence of some strange doom were to be followed by similar disclosures.
Phillips was blinking rapidly, thinking hard. „Ames“, he said solemly, „can you stand a shock?“
„Try me.“ grinned Ames. He winked at Phillips, indicating that the lookout should not hear.
Phillips lowered his voice, but the lowered tones could not hide his excitement. „It is Earth, Ames, but not the Earth of our time! It is Earth of some other day! We have slipped past a time-warp!“

AMES nodded slowly, his eyes widening. „So that’s it!“ He glanced ahead where the planet was still invisible to the naked eye. „What time period, then?”
„Ah, that we’ll know when we land,“ countered Phillips. „If,“ he added hopefully, „we are to land.“
They swept down to see a vast range of mountains, snow-peaked. The Alps, Phillips thought. They turned south, and found the land stretching away in a plain, cut by winding rivers. They swept lower, and could make out a vast army, moving southward.
„There are beasts, and men,“ murmured Phillips.
„An army“ prompted Ames.
Phillips nodded.
„No need to land among them. Ames declared. „We’ll go farther south.“
„But as they cruised, more armed columns appeared. Then they saw the first sign of pitched battle. The army streaming south was overwhelming the defenders of the land. They swept still farther south, and Ames gave the order to land.
The Discoverer slid to a landing in a flat valley, where a bright sun gleamed on white walls. A fort lay at the far end of the valley, and scattered houses dotted the ground near them.
„Italy!“ cried Phillips. „The Roman Empire!“ added Ames. He ordered a landing party to arm. The great doors rolled back, and he stepped forth from the hull of the Discoverer. Behind him came Gunner Hatch and twenty Earth-men armed with ray-rifles. They moved to a well-paved road, and cautiously moved toward the town under the fort’s walls.
Suddenly from a declivity in the land a javelin whistled. It struck Ames’ helmet, and glanced off. The Earth-men raised their rifles.
„Don’t fire!” Ames warned. He raised his voice, first in English, then in Latin, the tongue of the old Romans. „Ho! We come in friendship!“
Instantly a head appeared above the stonework. Sun glinted on a bronze helmet of the sort that Cesar’s Centurions wore. „Speak, if you are a friend!“ the strange officer growled.
Hatch muttered a warning. But Ames stepped forward alone. He saw the centurion was supported by a mere score of soldiers, all in the helmet and breastplate of the old Romans. Short swords and spears and shields were their armament.
„Who attacks you?” asked Ames.
The centurion growled. and his men muttered in astonishment. „All the world knows,” cried the centurion, „that Attila the Hun rides on Rome.“
Then Ames knew. This was the time into which the Discoverer had flown!

„LET us aid you against Attila,“ he urged.
The centurion looked doubtfully at the space ship. „You are demons?” he asked at last.
„Not we,“ Ames assured him. He made no effort to explain the magic of flight to this grizzled veteran ol old Rome. „Where is the Hun advance guard?“
„Not more than a league away,” responded the centurion. He pointed. „They will march into sight in one turn of the hour-glass. We cannot hope to hold the valley but we must fight to the last.”
„Then,“ decided Ames, „we shall help you.” He wheeled and shouted orders to Morgan to begin repairs.
The Romans marveled as more men poured out of the great hull and began to bore into the motor compartment. In an hour the sound of trumpets was heard. The centurion was looking askance at Ames, as if to remind him of his promise.
Ames pointed to his men. „Let us march ahead,“ he proposed. „We will meet Attila’s scouts.“
The centurion nodded. „Let there be no treachery,” he warned darkly.
Ames nodded, gave a command, and the twenty men of the Earth of the new day set out to battle for the Earth of an ancient century. They met Attila’s advance in full view of the fort and town.

FIRST came shaggy ponies, carrying bearded giants in helmets crowned with cow’s horns. They spurred when they sighted the little party. The Earth-men waited, undismayed by marveling at the long swords high in air, and listening to the wild cries. The Huns charged.
The ray-rifles spoke. The Huns tumbled from their saddles, five, ten at a time. Twenty fell as if struck with one blow. The rearmost Hun pulled up. They retreated.
„By Jove!“ cried the centurion when he had run up. „You fight like demons, whoever you may be!“ He embraced Ames. „The Emperor will surely make you a prince. Look! – the commander is coming to give you thanks!“
Sure enough, a glittering procession was issuing from the fort. But at that moment Morgan came up. „Repairs are made, sir,” he said simply.
So Ames turned with regret to the centurion. „We must go.“
„How now? Go?“ the centurion was offended.
„It is duty,“ Ames explained.
„Oho! That is another thing,“ the centurion admitted. And he stepped aside to permit Ames and his men to embark once again for Earth.



Erstveröffentlichung in "Planet Comics" #7, Juli 1940, Verlag Fiction House (defunkt)

Sonntag, 21. Oktober 2018

Zu den äußeren Grenzen

Und plötzlich hat das weiße Rauschen ein Ende. Eine Stimme aus dem Off, kühl, berechnend, unsympathisch:
"Es ist nichts falsch mit Ihrem Fernseher. Versuchen Sie nicht, das Bild anzupassen. Wir kontrollieren die Übertragung."
"Wenn wir es lauter machen wollen, werden wir die Lautstärke erhöhen. Wenn wir es leiser machen wollen, werden wir es auf ein Flüstern einstellen."
"Wir werden die Horizontale kontrollieren. Wir werden die Vertikale kontrollieren. Wir können das Bild rollen, es flattern lassen. Wir können den Fokus auf eine weiche Unschärfe umstellen oder auf kristalline Klarheit schärfen."
"Für die nächste Stunde, setzen Sie sich ruhig hin und wir werden alles kontrollieren, was Sie sehen und hören. Wir wiederholen: Es ist nichts falsch mit Ihrem Fernseher."
"Sie sind dabei, an einem großen Abenteuer teilzunehmen. Sie sind dabei, die Ehrfurcht und das Geheimnis zu erfahren, die vom inneren Geist bis zu den äußeren Grenzen reichen."

Vorspann/Prolog der TV-Anthologie "Outer Limits" (1963).
Unheimlich, gell?
Wie wäre es, wenn Dein Handy Dich plötzlich so anreden würde?