Category: Questions
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Sounds of Sunday Morning
There’s an eerie wailing sound in the air this morning, outside Aquatom Mansion. It’s very loud, and reminds me of the noise a vacuum cleaner makes as it whistles and purrs away to itself if it has been left in one spot for far too long. I had a look out of the bedroom window,…
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Please be strong
A familiar face appears within my mind’s eye… An unforgettable face, no matter how I try. A kind face, a peaceful face, but one without a smile, A sad face, a lonely face, seemingly lonely for a while. A confused face, an old face, pleasant all the same, A lost face, a needy face, a…
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First Tuesday
I woke early this morning. I’d like to say it was natural, and I suppose, in the grand scheme of things, it probably was, because the invention of the alarm clock had to have evolved from somewhere way back when; and anything man-made is really humankind’s attempts at making things easier for others. Although sometimes…
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Flacement: Familiar Faces–Odd Places
I’m always finding myself in some situation where I think that I recognise somebody’s face, and then realise that I don’t. Sometimes, I actually do recognise the face, but don’t think that it is the person I am thinking it could be, because they are in a place where I don’t expect them to be.…
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Freak
I looked down on the lights of the streets and buildings below. Car headlights and taillights mixing with the yellows, oranges and whites of the streetlights seemed to create a multi-coloured maze of straight lines criss-crossing each other. The rain caused the edges of these lines to blur, and the side streets were considerably darker…
The Mansionic Perspective 