Category: Well, I Never!
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Urrgh!
And the Hallowe’en posts continue! Urrgh. Squelch. Groan. Mmmmm. Ahh. Scratch. Rip. Drag. Squelch. Urrgh. Groan. Mmmmm. Ahh. Shriek. Drip. Squelch. Thud. Urrgh. Slip. Splash. Drip. Ahh. Urrgh.
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Puppets of Time
The ensemble sat motionless. Two minutes until curtain call. Lines not learned, strings not stretched, wires not connected. Frozen not by stage fright, but by design, they all faced forward. The heavy red velvet curtains gathered as they began to rise. The audience settled, sitting in an expectant silence. Time to begin. Four hours later,…
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Aunt Esther’s
The moon looks big and bright in the sky. Aunt Esther’s house always looks imposing when the moon is full and for a few days on either side. I think the shadows make it look worse, especially the one that appears down the left… it makes me laugh as well, as it reminds me of…
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The Unicorn Challenge: The Long and Winding Road
Lord Edward Ayr–Gray, an eccentric chap with a passion / compulsion/ obsession for 1930s bicycles, suddenly grew tired of the winding lanes he’d had built in the vast Yelby Estate. “Rip them all up!” he commanded Giles, his groundsman, one summer morning. “I want a square lane that runs around the edges of the estate,…
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The Petrification of Fingers
Fisrt he was arifad, he was ptfeierid. He spnet so mnay ngihts wderniong why it wnet so wnorg. So he tpyed snortg. And leerand to witre anlog. And he was bcak. Form Iennr Scape. He jsut tpyed wohtuit a sputid look upon his fcae. He dd’nit need to chnage the look, he d’ndit eevn hvae…
The Mansionic Perspective 