Category: People
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Christmas Muses: 16
On the Sixteenth of December, my Muses brought to me… A single lord asleeping! 😴 Sweet Dreams!
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Rocka
Clayton looked at the camera with an arrogant confidence. He grabbed his belt and stood, looking moody, down towards the cameraman. He swayed provocatively from side to side, smirking menacingly. The music started. “And… mime!” Declared the floor director. “Mime?” Scoffed Clayton. “I can’t mime… I don’t know the words”.
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Festival Lane
“Oh, he’s such a dreamboat…” Ann Green stirred her runny porridge with a Sterling Silver spoon held between her right thumb and forefinger. Her elbow rested upon the polished Montgomery and Mattlesham solid oak dining table. “Who is, dear? Take your elbow off the table.” Ann’s mother, Florentine, said without looking up from her Exquisite…
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Ah, yes!
Urgently, she dashed up the stairs and burst through the door into the bedroom. The bed was made neatly, clothes put away in the wardrobes. The window was closed. The room, empty. She wore her slippers, wondering why she urgently needed to visit this room. Then, her memory tipped the balance on her mental scales……
The Mansionic Perspective 