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Scienti Snaps, v. 1, issue 1, January 1938
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Dusk deepened into darkness, Stima still paced the pavements. He realized that the girl was preying upon his mind. His straying feet led him back toward the temple. As he neared the edifice, the streets became more deserted until finally he found himself quite alone. Reaching the darkened temple, he halted, stared at the giant light on the summit. Within in the inner chamber of Akha, a single dim brazier glowed. Behind it rose the great purple idol, passive, unmoving. But it lived, doubtlessly, for two huge eyes roamed over the room. Then it raised ironbound thews. Suddenly it rose, moved heavily off it's dais onto the floor. It waited there, tense, listening, then, seeming satisfied, clumped out of the door. Stima tensed, thrilled, as a lone female figure hurried down the broad temple stairs. [illegible] at this great distance he could not mistake that lovely form. It was the girl-priestess he had observed earlier in the day. Suddenly he became aware of another presence, a deeper shadow in the darkened archway. It moved, advanced into the moonlight. Stima stared in sudden terror. The horror striding down the stairs was Akha: Stima reasoned with himself; it couldn't be, Akha was merely an idol. Nevertheless the image lived, moved before his very eyes. Abruptly the girl glanced behind her, froze at the sight of Akha. Then, voicing a shrill cry, she plunged down the staircase. Drawing his sword Stima surged toward the girl; she saw him, dashed almost into his arms. *****CONTINUED NEXT ISSUE***** Henry Haskel Hunter makes his debut to the fantastic fiction world with this story. We considered it quite good for a first attempt. Perhaps you may write our next piece of fiction. THE EDITOR SCIENTI-SNAPS 7
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Dusk deepened into darkness, Stima still paced the pavements. He realized that the girl was preying upon his mind. His straying feet led him back toward the temple. As he neared the edifice, the streets became more deserted until finally he found himself quite alone. Reaching the darkened temple, he halted, stared at the giant light on the summit. Within in the inner chamber of Akha, a single dim brazier glowed. Behind it rose the great purple idol, passive, unmoving. But it lived, doubtlessly, for two huge eyes roamed over the room. Then it raised ironbound thews. Suddenly it rose, moved heavily off it's dais onto the floor. It waited there, tense, listening, then, seeming satisfied, clumped out of the door. Stima tensed, thrilled, as a lone female figure hurried down the broad temple stairs. [illegible] at this great distance he could not mistake that lovely form. It was the girl-priestess he had observed earlier in the day. Suddenly he became aware of another presence, a deeper shadow in the darkened archway. It moved, advanced into the moonlight. Stima stared in sudden terror. The horror striding down the stairs was Akha: Stima reasoned with himself; it couldn't be, Akha was merely an idol. Nevertheless the image lived, moved before his very eyes. Abruptly the girl glanced behind her, froze at the sight of Akha. Then, voicing a shrill cry, she plunged down the staircase. Drawing his sword Stima surged toward the girl; she saw him, dashed almost into his arms. *****CONTINUED NEXT ISSUE***** Henry Haskel Hunter makes his debut to the fantastic fiction world with this story. We considered it quite good for a first attempt. Perhaps you may write our next piece of fiction. THE EDITOR SCIENTI-SNAPS 7
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