Category: Music
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The Lady in Red
Muriel wasn’t very good with names. She knew names. Just not where they should be. Words she loved. Words. And books. She worked the late shift at the library. In the archives, with all the ancient tomes. Ancient words. Ancient smells. She didn’t like the work, but she liked the words. And the sneaky opportunities…
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The Epic Stories Commission
The venue: An undisclosed meeting room (well, undisclosed to the uninvited, that is!) in an out of the way specialist meeting complex somewhere in the country. The time: Around now. The room: Packed to the rafters with people from all walks of life. At the front of the room is a large table, and sitting…
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Existence
The room was quiet. The lighting was good; the TV off. Papers needed to be sorted… older ones destroyed, newer ones filed. That was where the problem was. The filing. Not my filing; THE filing. The music system, unplugged, powered up. White noise, increasing in volume, filled the room. If I wasn’t mistaken, I could…
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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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It’s a rap!
Here I was, happily replying to comments when I came across one from my extremely good, and gracious, friend The Laughing Housewife, AKA Tilly Bud. A present? For me? I thought. Tilly did mention that it was my birthday, which I’d almost forgotten. I’d have gotten away with it too … Sorry… I’ve still got…
The Mansionic Perspective 