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  1. Homage and Memory

    Today we making the penultimate (yep I love that word way too much) post in our celebration of the Eleven Monsters Holiday. Our theme for this Geranium Lake Properties retrospective has been "The Red Beast", a theme chosen with no input from the Ta Gosan Jacin. I do not expect or even hope they are aware of our little tribute for 2026.

    vraic.wordpress.com/2026/08/12

  2. Israeli rabbi, Eliyahu Mali, says, "You must not leave any child alive. Today it is a baby and tomorrow it will be a fighter".

    Just imagine a Palestinian religious leader said that about Israeli children.

    How many times would we hear that from western leaders and media people?
    Would they ever stop talking about it?
    But Jewish rabbi in Israel can say ANYTHING, EVEN THIS OUTRAGEOUS.
    PS. This is from 2024, they followed his instructions while the world was attacking us when we said that was their goal.

    thecradle.co/articles-id/23810

    #genocide #Israel #JewishKKK #Palestine #Inhumanity #Monsters #Politics

  3. Israeli rabbi, Eliyahu Mali, says, "You must not leave any child alive. Today it is a baby and tomorrow it will be a fighter".

    Just imagine a Palestinian religious leader said that about Israeli children.

    How many times would we hear that from western leaders and media people?
    Would they ever stop talking about it?
    But Jewish rabbi in Israel can say ANYTHING, EVEN THIS OUTRAGEOUS.
    PS. This is from 2024, they followed his instructions while the world was attacking us when we said that was their goal.

    thecradle.co/articles-id/23810

    #genocide #Israel #JewishKKK #Palestine #Inhumanity #Monsters #Politics

  4. Too Many Legs

    Today is Day Eight of our Eleven Monsters Holiday for 2026. Our theme for this Geranium Lake Properties retrospective is "The Red Beast".

    vraic.wordpress.com/2026/08/10

  5. I implore you to explore this series more if you get tired of reading just the one entry at a time on here. If you like it in small doses, then by all means continue.

    #writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

    patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.

  6. I implore you to explore this series more if you get tired of reading just the one entry at a time on here. If you like it in small doses, then by all means continue.

    #writing #reading #fiction #books #horror #apocalyptic #journal #monsters #novels

    patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.

  7. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    The Greenland Diaries: Day 70

    They were everywhere last night. They practically devoured the gloom and darkness with their spiked clouds. 

    Gerald and I watched them all night.

    We were waiting for the Unnamed to tear into our tin box. To shake us loose from these flimsy walls and take us outside in flailing chunks of screaming meat. I can’t help but think we’re tuna inside this shed, waiting to be peeled out and torn to pieces by a thousand clawed arms of unknown monsters.

    What makes the analogy worse is the sweat pouring out of our skin at an alarming rate. We’re literally being canned and preserved for the Unnamed.

    Writing this much about the same things over and over, everything is turning into a metaphor. This is the most I’ve ever written in my life. I need it to keep me sane. 

    No illusions again last night. My killing of the Unnamed in the sunlight must have thrown off the delicate balance. The festering paranoia from the battle might not have been worth removing this creature from existence. It’s very discouraging watching the monsters gather these last few nights. They’re mortal, and capable of being killed by our guns, bullets, and bombs. Why are there still so many of them roaming about in the darkness? Even if those confrontations between the military and Unnamed failed, they still should have wiped out a bunch of these monsters.

    I don’t understand why there are still so many.

    Another downside of watching these monsters the last few nights has been the grim realization they’re stalking the sky. I remember during the counterattack; I saw something tear a jet apart in the blackness. These last few nights the sky has been writhing with whatever abomination throttled that plane. I can’t get the best looks through the rusty cracks of my shed’s roof, but to me they look like pieces of flowing black cloth with white and flawless masks. The masks have faces on them.

    I saw one chase down a jet

    We slept during the day, again. I do not like this type of routine. We have plenty of provisions and water, so gathering more isn’t an issue. The feeling of profound hopelessness is a more pressing issue however, and it feels more powerful during the day. Gerald suggested we move, but the whole area becomes thick with them, and staying in the heart of this monster-maelstrom might be the key.

    I just can’t leave things that are familiar to me.

    Today, a roof on the rambler across the street collapsed beneath the weight of the plants. It shook the whole neighborhood in a booming and broken crash of rotted wood and hollow metal. The sound only happened for a second, as if the plants didn’t want to bother anyone. Nothing moved when the house caved in, not a bird or bug. Gerald and I looked at each other when it happened, but we didn’t say anything.

    The plants are going to get rid of us one way or another.

    #apocalyptic #books #fiction #horror #journals #monsters #novels #reading #writing
  8. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    The Greenland Diaries: Day 70

    They were everywhere last night. They practically devoured the gloom and darkness with their spiked clouds. 

    Gerald and I watched them all night.

    We were waiting for the Unnamed to tear into our tin box. To shake us loose from these flimsy walls and take us outside in flailing chunks of screaming meat. I can’t help but think we’re tuna inside this shed, waiting to be peeled out and torn to pieces by a thousand clawed arms of unknown monsters.

    What makes the analogy worse is the sweat pouring out of our skin at an alarming rate. We’re literally being canned and preserved for the Unnamed.

    Writing this much about the same things over and over, everything is turning into a metaphor. This is the most I’ve ever written in my life. I need it to keep me sane. 

    No illusions again last night. My killing of the Unnamed in the sunlight must have thrown off the delicate balance. The festering paranoia from the battle might not have been worth removing this creature from existence. It’s very discouraging watching the monsters gather these last few nights. They’re mortal, and capable of being killed by our guns, bullets, and bombs. Why are there still so many of them roaming about in the darkness? Even if those confrontations between the military and Unnamed failed, they still should have wiped out a bunch of these monsters.

    I don’t understand why there are still so many.

    Another downside of watching these monsters the last few nights has been the grim realization they’re stalking the sky. I remember during the counterattack; I saw something tear a jet apart in the blackness. These last few nights the sky has been writhing with whatever abomination throttled that plane. I can’t get the best looks through the rusty cracks of my shed’s roof, but to me they look like pieces of flowing black cloth with white and flawless masks. The masks have faces on them.

    I saw one chase down a jet

    We slept during the day, again. I do not like this type of routine. We have plenty of provisions and water, so gathering more isn’t an issue. The feeling of profound hopelessness is a more pressing issue however, and it feels more powerful during the day. Gerald suggested we move, but the whole area becomes thick with them, and staying in the heart of this monster-maelstrom might be the key.

    I just can’t leave things that are familiar to me.

    Today, a roof on the rambler across the street collapsed beneath the weight of the plants. It shook the whole neighborhood in a booming and broken crash of rotted wood and hollow metal. The sound only happened for a second, as if the plants didn’t want to bother anyone. Nothing moved when the house caved in, not a bird or bug. Gerald and I looked at each other when it happened, but we didn’t say anything.

    The plants are going to get rid of us one way or another.

    #apocalyptic #books #fiction #horror #journals #monsters #novels #reading #writing
  9. Two Vasparians

    Day Seven of our retrospective series of Geranium Lake Properties comics, in celebration of the Eleven Monsters Holiday for 2026.

    vraic.wordpress.com/2026/08/09

  10. Charming Galoot

    Today is Day Six of our Eleven Monsters Holiday for 2026. Our theme for this Geranium Lake Properties retrospective is "The Red Beast".

    vraic.wordpress.com/2026/08/08

  11. Aurignacian Narrative

    Today is Day Five of our Eleven Monsters Holiday for 2026. Our theme for this Geranium Lake Properties retrospective is "The Red Beast".

    vraic.wordpress.com/2026/08/07

  12. Sreya Derew

    Today is Day Four of our Eleven Monsters Holiday for 2026. Our theme for this Geranium Lake Properties retrospective is "The Red Beast".

    vraic.wordpress.com/2026/08/06

  13. Really loved the mix of animation styles in this psychedelic monster freakout.

    Puts me in mind of a style of acid splashed illustration I associate with Dungeon Crawl Classics and more bizarro styles of OSR-adjacent RPG adventures.
    #BalmingTiger #Psychedelic #Monsters
    youtu.be/XyQ45IQqtCY

  14. Really loved the mix of animation styles in this psychedelic monster freakout.

    Puts me in mind of a style of acid splashed illustration I associate with Dungeon Crawl Classics and more bizarro styles of OSR-adjacent RPG adventures.
    #BalmingTiger #Psychedelic #Monsters
    youtu.be/XyQ45IQqtCY

  15. @La_Keka
    It is pretty obvious that it won't be long till the next #nuclear catastrophe. In summer, there is not enough #water in #rivers anymore to cool them (for example, in #France, #Rumania, and #Hungary right now), and wildfires are getting ever closer to those #atomic #monsters (for example, in the #UK a few days ago).