Tag: Short Story
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A Mansion Groans VII
“So, what’s the plan?” the Honourable Tom asked, intrigued. “And can I be a part of it?” Tomette smirked. Tomstein’s eyes grew wide, and it appeared he was salivating as he walked to the head of the table. Tombie moved his hand away from his ear to point out the drool, but his ear fell…
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A Mansion Groans VI
Thomasina placed the flower heads onto a brass plate beside the vase. She caught a glimpse of her reflection on the plate and jumped back. You’re losing the plot, she thought, looking at what she’d done to the flowers. She then looked down at her maid’s apron. “Tombie was right,” she said, lifting the hem,…
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A Mansion Groans V
They needed to meet as far away as possible from Thomasina so as to avoid her overhearing what they were saying. They decided upon the old Dining Room, over in the East Wing. Although dusty and unused now, it was a perfect place for them. Tomette sat at the head of the table, beneath the…
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A Mansion Groans IV
Thomasina walked into the Living Room wearing a yellow top, blue shorts, size ten trainers, and a black and white maid’s apron. She sat down on the red armchair and began twisting one of the curls in her big hair, just by her right ear. Tombie followed her into the Living Room a few seconds…
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A Mansion Groans III
Fingers and The Honourable Tom (Leader of the Opposition) sat in The Chamber. Well, The Honourable Tom sat, Fingers rested by his text to speech device as only a pair of disembodied hands can. “You really must do something about Tombie.” The Honourable Tom complained in Fingers’ general direction. “He is a health hazard. Late…
The Mansionic Perspective 