Tag: 100 Words
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Whispers
The abandoned graveyard lay in ruins on the hillside where it had once stood proudly for hundreds of years. The residents moved to a new location lower-ground, now only the oldest of broken headstones remained. Elizabeth looked at the date on one of these remaining stones: 1793. It was moss-covered and weathered by time, but…
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Drippings
Per-link. Per-link. Per-link. The gentle musical sound echoed through the shadows, constant in its rhythm and volume. The walls of the square room provided the most perfect of acoustics, free from any other interruption. Per-link. Per-link. Per. The sudden exhale of breath stopped the rhythm instantly. For a second. Then it began again. Per-link. Per-link.…
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Good Moaning
The brilliance of the Moon shone through the open window. The air cooling considerably to match the more chilled air outside. The old wooden beams and floorboards began to settle themselves for the cold night ahead, creaking and moaning as they did. The wood expanded and contracted to fit in with their surroundings, sometimes causing…
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Kaleidoscope
Thick curtains hung over the large lounge window, dusty and moth-eaten. Wind howled through breaks in the glass, causing the velvety red curtains to move slightly, sending shards of bright light around the room. Yellow walls, green furniture and a black and white marbled floor reflected some of the light once again, as did the…
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The Clock
Dusty, it loomed in the corner. Ticking with a whispered thump it was the only object within the room to create a sound. The cracked face, off-white with age, showed the time as one minute to twelve whatever the time. The pendulum weights locked into place, apparently, by hundreds of long-abandoned cobwebs, they too thick…
The Mansionic Perspective 