Tag: Short Story
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Foreigners: 2
She walked into the room, slightly behind a male and female colleague. He watched from his place at the bar. She tripped over a curled corner of a rug, stumbling slightly. He smiled. She noticed a security camera and posed elegantly, briefly. He observed the trio as they made their way to an empty table.…
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Foreigners
He sat, alone, at the bar. She walked in, with a couple of friends, oblivious. He watched as she tripped over the carpet. She smiled at her friends and carried on regardless. He admired her pose. She carefully glanced around the room. He looked at the clock, ready to go home. She sat beside him,…
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Halloween 2015. Part Six: Of all the things
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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Halloween 2015. Part Five: This ol’ house is playing tricks on me
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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Halloween 2015. Part Four: Something in the shadows
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…
The Mansionic Perspective 