Category: Direction
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The Comet
The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight. It was also warm; odd, considering the time of the year. I couldn’t sleep, hence noticing the clarity and temperature. I looked out of the window and everywhere looked the same. Darkness; shadows; but with a clear view. My attention was drawn to something… a flicker…
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The Book
What appeared to be a leather-bound cover of the book opened. Even though there was no breeze, the pages flicked over, back and forth by themselves, before stopping at a certain page. The top corner was folded down, covering some of the text that was written at the top. The number 16 was clearly visible.…
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Anticipation
The room was full. Packed to the rafters. People had come from far and wide to hear me sing. How word had reached that far was beyond me. I don’t sing. I can’t sing. My stomach was in knots as the lighting was turned down. The guitarist was already on stage, warming up: but he…
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The Corridor
The door was large and ornate, and it opened, automatically, as I approached it. The floor inside was black and white marble, and very cool to the touch. Along the corridor, on each side as I walked, were various statues. Strange things, including animals, vintage cars, shields, and clocks. There were lots of clocks, and…
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Another Staircase
Curious, and nosy (it must be said) I pulled back the heavy curtains in the corner of the room. What made me want to look behind them remains a mystery, but I’m glad that I did. There was a staircase. It didn’t seem to fit with the layout of the room, but there it was.…
The Mansionic Perspective 