Tag: Short Story
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The Willows–Part Six
Lady Salinger-Wallis imagined herself to be covered in dust and cobwebs. She could feel the ladder in her stocking had run a little further, and she could still feel the mouse running over her foot. She could also feel that one of her fake fingernails had come loose. She quickly dusted herself down, although she…
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The Willows–Part Five
Icewolf desperately tried to open the window. “How can it be locked like this when it was wide open a minute ago? You only closed it – you didn’t even lock it!” Scott tried the door again. “It’s like this door being wedged tight. The wind didn’t blow it that hard to cause that. And…
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The Willows–Part Four
Lady Salinger-Wallis hummed nervously, and twiddled her fingers. Devilla returned to the lounge with a tray holding three glasses of water. She handed one of the glasses to Lady S, and the others to Scott and Icewolf. Lady S took a large gulp of her water, when she suddenly noticed the smell. And then the…
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The Willows–Part Three
The top of the path involved a steep incline. Lady S was a little out of breath when she reached the level part at the top, and Scott and Icewolf were a little wet due to the rain. Lady S’s brolly had kept most of her dry, although her feet were a little sodden. “These…
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The Willows–Part Two
“What did you say your name was, dear, Judy…?” Lady Salinger-Wallis had been miles away, thinking about notspots. “JuDITH”, Icewolf said, “Judith Trachtenbacht.” “Oh, such an unusually adorable name. Are you related to the inventor Ernest Trachtenbacht? He’s a great great uncle of mine… we could be related.” “I’m not, unfortunately.” Icewolf admitted. “Actually, Judith…
The Mansionic Perspective 