Tag: Tales
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The House on the Hill
I often walk passed the house on the hill, The place that sometimes gives me a chill, At times, I hear a wailing sound That appears to come from all around. The trees cast shadows from morn ‘til night …Even when there’s little light. A spooky fog appears to gather around And seems to ‘settle’…
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Red Moon and Wolfsong
The Moon was strangely vibrant in colour. The most red it had ever been. The wolf, alone, and frightened, felt the need to set the scene. She howled, silently at first, and then raised her voice more and more. The blood redness of the Moon that night had affected her for sure. She sang a…
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A quiet evening meal…
I’d just had a slurp of the finest Chateau Boef de Fwarp rosé wine – 1995 – as advised by the maître d’, a vintage year he kept gushing. Delicious tangy fruitiness with just a sharp kick at the point of swallowing. Not at all bad for £8.99 a bottle. We’d ordered three just to…
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Who is Clancy Farquhar?
Claudette looked at her watch and tutted. Her bus was due fourteen minutes ago. The journey takes twenty-five minutes to get her to the town centre, and then she has another five minute walk to the surgery. By her reckoning, she was now forty minutes late for work. As she worked flexible hours, this wasn’t…
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Who is Clancy Farquhar?
Lady Salinger-Wallis squealed with delight as she slipped down the artificial ski-slope. She wasn’t standing; she had fallen at the top of the slope trying to attach one of her skis which had become detached from her left foot as she was about to ski for the very first time. She slid head first, from…
The Mansionic Perspective 