Tag: Inspiration
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Butterflight
How I got through there is anyone’s guess. Actually, I don’t even remember going there, I was just there. I could see the Grinds through the Grand Gateway, decorated in gold and silver with jewels and crystals that could only appear in one’s imagination. (The Gateway, that is, not the Grinds!) Through the Gateway, the…
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She. 1.
She crouched inside the wardrobe. Heart pounding within her chest, she breathed heavily and without control. Whether through nerves or the fact of running up the three flights of stairs she couldn’t find her natural rhythm. Light poured in through the slight crack between the doors, and, even in this dull light, she could see…
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So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye
Tra La La LA LA La lala la lalalalaaaaa! This Blogger’s Block has me beaten. Broken. Defeated. Yes, I know I have things to write about.Yes, I know I have stories to continue… laboratory experiments to report on… Mansion explorations to officially record… Views from the Window to post… One Minute Rambles to ramble on…
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A Thought Occurred
I’ve never written a sonnet before. I’m not sure if I’ve written one now either, for that matter, but this is my first ever attempt at writing one. The ending’s slightly weaker than it should be, I feel, but it’s a start. That must be a first: having the start at the end! Anyway, I…
Tom
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Mystic Springs Revisited
Emeralda looked out through the bay window to the road outside. A rather well kept street on the whole, she thought, looking across the road to the houses opposite. Number one had the tree in the garden, and, on the branch that reached out across the road, she could see Tuppence, one of number three’s…
The Mansionic Perspective 