Tag: Gratitude
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Making of the Shrew…
Recently, I was asked to take part in a bit of a challenge. A relay writing challenge. I accepted, and had a fabulous time in doing so. I was a little apprehensive at first, as I was in fourth place. I was writing the finale of the story, which meant I had to tie up…
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Hair. The Revenge.
At times, I have a constant battle to keep myself looking human. Some mornings, I get up and don’t recognise the face in the mirror. I have a tendency to remember how I used to look, rather than how I look now. Some mornings, however, I look exactly as I remembered. Dashing smile. Adonis-toned physique.…
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Mr Klempsey’s Shop of Horror?
Mr Klempsey was probably the most frightening man you would ever want to meet. He would peer at whoever entered his tiny shop through a little space in the counter. He would serve every customer through this space if he could, but the sweet shop was on one side and was more open, and the…
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Just a quick one!
Meant to add this earlier, so better late than never… it’s another scene from the Google image search that just might (possibly) appear on a Christmas card somewhere around the world…
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Snow!
I was rudely disturbed from my sleep at just before twelve thirty this morning by an almighty explosion just outside Aquatom Mansion. I shot out of bed with break-neck speed and peered through the bedroom window, expecting to see a scene of carnage and devastation. But things looked normal. Another rolling round of thumpa-thumpa-thumpa sounded,…
The Mansionic Perspective 