The Stone Crescent

The Stone Crescent is the first horror poem story released by Tremorphonic.

This poem, influence by the style of Edgar Allan Poe and the stories of H.P. Lovecraft, follows a man's discovery of a strange set of stones and his experience upon meeting them.

Tremorphonic - The Sounds of Fear is a collection of horror audio stories, often in a radio play format.

Episode Transcript

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Welcome to Tremorphonic audio stories. Tremorphonic, the sounds of fear,
is a collection of original horror stories presented in audio format.
Today's story, The Stone Crescent, was written
as a product of passion and is entirely free to listen to.

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Keep an eye out for upcoming Tremorphonic stories
and our growing range of ways to find and support us.
This is The Stone Crescent
As I once traversed uncharted lands I chanced upon a fateful stage,

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set at the foot of looming crags a sparse expanse laying secret.
As I peered over an outcropped rise before me lay a flattened yet furtive curve,
upon which stood blackened figures, seven of stone, neatly placed as if to judge my fate.

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As I peered closer still I spied their unmoving gate, each one fixed in captured motion set,
yet leaping as if not touching ground, soles lifted from their prints.
I stood and peered in closer still.

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Figures, humanoid I thought, danced, immobile but lifelike, as then they looked, at once, to me.
I stood, not moving, had they seen? I froze so as to cause no stir.

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I stood as still as time held them and yet they looked.
I called in case my mind was wrong. I called, not loudly but in caution,
a simple word, a greeting only, no means to be misunderstood.

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And with that call, a silent stare from them to me and me to them.
I felt their piercing gaze, all at once, it felt like burning.
I knelt in disbelief and pain, I knew this agony wasn't real, how could it be?

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I knelt, and doubled, as I raised my head to look,
to see how staring stones could inflict such startling agony. The field stood empty.
No figures humanoid or other, no stones of any stature to be seen

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as if their purpose was fulfilled. My pain was their lot.
Unless my mind in weakness bent, unless a mirage here pretended,
is this how madness feels? Is pain my penance?
As this I pondered in disbelief, I felt a chill,

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such that it seemed, a cold touch of metal, no, of stone.
I reeled and staggered, stunned. Hunchbacked,
heavy set and broad, no head, just sheer visage on black volcanic glass.
It stood over me, limb outstretched in offering, an offer of peace or peril?

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As I cowered in shock I knew this all must end and now. Open mouthed, I gasped
and uttered but a breath as like a clouded night I fell into darkness.
I woke upon the flattened curve, no stones or stares, no fear. Relief filled me as I spied the

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outcropped rise but then I saw. There I stood upon the rise, yet here I stand looking up. I stare,
I try to move and yet cannot, I feel my feet, I feel my soul, lifted.

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Six figures stand beside me, each one a duplication of the last, six of stone and I
make seven. We look, at once, to me!

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Thank you for listening to The Stone Crescent presented by Tremorphonic.
The Stone Crescent was written, performed,
recorded and edited by Richard Wilson with music samples from Fesliyan Studios.
Don't forget to keep an eye out for our upcoming
stories and our growing range of ways to find and support us.

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We hope you join us again for another Tremorphonic presentation.