Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24714617-20150521212703

I'm getting back into writing, and I wrote this some other day. Feedback would be appreciated, as I feel it's probably poorly paced and badly written.

The Text

''Excerpt from an undated letter, presumed to be from the 18th century. Written in a scrawling hand, it was found in an abandoned house marked for demolition. The original was reported to have potentially caused the suicide of E. R, 30 and father of two; and is now lost. This is a copy of E. R's transcription of the same.''

We've witnessed that subconscious induction through appropriate visual stimuli works. Oh, those pitiable fools. They don't know. They never will until it hits them, and they're left aghast at the unseen unveiled. Like the individual I have with me. Merely glancing over the words -or should I say, the letters and what is between them- has caused him to see, and fear. The vagrants of dimensions are reported in shapes ranging from the human and ordinary to the other, and bear various messages and warnings. Queer drawings have been produced by our quite restless Hypnos. Looking upwards, he sees the more horrible beings, and then he throws himself headfirst on the paper, pen in hand. I have some of these fascinating drawings on display. Now, you should not be worried. Burroughs has been doing business with the typographists as usual, and at least some 300 assorted books are guaranteed to be released with the formula.

And you should know better than to ask around for me these days. Didn't you know that I had to lay low not to attract any attention? At first, I had been seeing the common, but now I'm starting to see the abominable exotic, that swirling mass of indescribable horror. Do not look for me again. The papers will be burned, and I'll be ashes. Look for another me through the cracks of the universe should you too decide to go beyond. Chances are good you already did. A peasant, a nobleman, I am there. You are too.  