Tag: Tales
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Twilight blues
I’m typing this post from in the bath. No, I’m fine. I have about half of the battery left on this portable computer device, and the lightbulb is good for a while yet. Summer’s coming on too, so it won’t be cold for long, although we are forecast a bit of an icy snap this…
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One day last January…
Sometimes you find yourself in the most surreal of situations. You have to ask yourself whether things are real or imaginary. Take this for instance… Clyde Caspian of The Northern Star newspaper caught up with me at lunchtime today. I was walking around the lake when he jumped out at me from one of the…
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Siren’s Wail
An enchantingly eerie sound has been with me all day long, Carried by the wind, it’s like a spooky siren song. A wail…? A shriek…? A hum…? A moan…? Yes and no in random measure… Like… feeling pangs of sudden fear mixed in… with extreme pleasure. The voice,…
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Mystic Springs
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…
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The one that got away
The dark. The cool. The shade. It’s late. I’m alone. Footsteps ahead.I hide. Crouching silently. Waiting patiently.Twigs crack. Birds squawk. Eyes narrow.I watch. I stare.It’s now. Or never.I stretch. I pounce. I reach. I flex. I grab.I miss.Next time. I’ll feed.I’m hungry.
The Mansionic Perspective 