Tag: Tales
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Selected Resources
“Come with me!” ordered the supervisor. James, unsure of what he had done, stood and followed obediently. Unspeaking, the supervisor led James through a maze of gradually darkening corridors, eventually stopping at a set of double doors. ‘Human Resources’ advised the brass plaque. The supervisor rapped on the door, and a muffled “Enter!” was heard…
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Right On!
Aaron smiled as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Dark hair, blue eyes, a slight covering of stubble around his mouth, chin and jaw line, a nice pale green shirt open at the neck with a thin silver necklace partly visible, and black jeans and boots that finished his look perfectly. He was…
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Down in the garden
Georgia heard the loud squeak from the gate at the bottom of the garden. It only ever squeaked when it was closed, never when it opened, so she knew somebody was there. She was expecting a parcel to be delivered, and threw open the front door with gusto. There was nothing and nobody there. She…
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Not Quite There
Luckily, Young Matthew landed quite gently. The leg had broken off the stool, and the hamster had escaped from its cage, which had turned out to be not as strong as it first looked. “I must find another way to reach the choccie biccies on that top shelf” he thought. *** This is a new…
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Should that be there…?
This Mansion of mine does strange things to one’s mind. I suppose having a strange mind to begin with helps, but it isn’t all about me, me, me, me, me. No. The Mansion is partly to blame as well. Oh, before I go on, that lastish sentence has reminded me of something about this blog.…
The Mansionic Perspective 