Tag: Writing
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Familiar
Prowling through the shadows, unnoticed. Listening to the fading sounds as daytime draws to a close. Waiting for the right time to run across the deserted street, out of sight. Now is the time. Across the road. Up the kerb. Through the gate. Along the path. Onto the doorstep. Sit and wait. Wait. And sit.…
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I Can Always Start Again
Elijah was a hapless individual. He couldn’t rattle chains as his hands simply passed through everything. He couldn’t make eerie groans as his voice didn’t reach the correct wavelength. He had no idea how to generate a ghostly glow whenever he was in anyone’s presence. And he was terrified of his own shadow. One day,…
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Still Night
Shadows shifted as clouds moved in to cover the bright Moon above. Figures danced between the trees below the glow, hidden from the naked eye through the blinding light which tore through the night’s darkness, bringing tears to to the eyes of anyone who should look. The night was silent. Calm. Still. Echoes carried upon…
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Mummy!
“This place stinks!” Albert moaned as he became bored of traipsing around the museum. “Shush!” Albert’s Mum reprimanded in a whisper. “That’s the smell of age. Hurry now, we’re leaving as they’re about to close.” “Smells like cheese.” Albert sulked, as he stomped after his mother, but happy his ordeal was now over. He didn’t…
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Drippings
Per-link. Per-link. Per-link. The gentle musical sound echoed through the shadows, constant in its rhythm and volume. The walls of the square room provided the most perfect of acoustics, free from any other interruption. Per-link. Per-link. Per. The sudden exhale of breath stopped the rhythm instantly. For a second. Then it began again. Per-link. Per-link.…
The Mansionic Perspective 