Tag: Writing
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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.…
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Good Moaning
The brilliance of the Moon shone through the open window. The air cooling considerably to match the more chilled air outside. The old wooden beams and floorboards began to settle themselves for the cold night ahead, creaking and moaning as they did. The wood expanded and contracted to fit in with their surroundings, sometimes causing…
