Tag: Short Story
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A Mansion Groans II
Down below The Mansion, in The Basement, the eccentric professor admired the beautifully clear turquoise blue liquid in a long test tube. He saw his eyes reflected in the glass of the triangular beaker, which contained a thick yellow liquid, and sat above a lit bunsen burner. He carefully poured the turquoise blue liquid into…
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A Mansion Groans
Thomasina stretched in bed and, with a gentle sigh, opened her eyes. Her neck felt a little stiff down the right-hand side, which made her stretch further. She noticed something odd brush against her hands as she brought her arms up to stretch for a third time, then decided to get up out of bed.…
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Dark Earring
Clock ticks seem to echo through the darkening silence. On the dust-covered wooden floorboards, a black pearl lies unseen, lost years before. Its owner, too lost within the haunted thoughts of her own mind, has yet to realise her earring is without a pearl. Although, as she rocks gently with the cabin in its final…
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The Persistence of Lisa
The model squirmed on her damp seat; it had been six hours, and she was restless, fidgety, and now in desperate need of the loo. “Remby,” Lisa asked as the painter took a step back from his easel to admire his work, “have you much more to do… I need to powder my nose.” Rembrandt…
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Missing
Lord Edward Ayr–Gray drove to the crossroads by the ancient maze, stopped the car, and ran out in a hurry. Ahead of him stood open space. The lush green bushes that made up the walls between the pathways had disappeared, replaced by a mere expanse of soil. He ran back into the car and used…
The Mansionic Perspective 