Tag: Writing
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The Key’s not the Key, or is it?
Wandering through the Vestibule this morning, I came across the key to the old wooden door down in the Caverns below the Catacombs below the Cellar below the Mansion. The old door leads out and down to a vast underground canyon with a lava river flowing through it. The key used to be kept in…
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Lights and Sounds in Eerie Wood
Stars shine brightly through the canopy of branches, leafless on a warm Summer’s evening. The ground around is parched and dry, yet the trees, all of these trees in this wood, look more suited to a Winter’s scene. There are leaves, scattered here and there, but they are outnumbered by the volume of stars above…
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The night of the elementals
Tens of thousands… hundreds of millions… too many. Far too many to count. Gnomes; Undines; Sylphs; Salamanders Elemental beings celebrate. Each through their own environment they dance with freedom and glee; and then through the other environments they transform into protective sparkles of light. Normally, they cannot survive outside of their own worlds… undines evaporate…
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The Sphere’s Edge
Running barefoot through Eerie Wood On the night when the Moon is Full Reality twists and, like the branches, tangles Blending darkness, shade and remaining light Making reality surreal Running barefoot up Eerie Hill Alongside the brook that babbles downwards Footsteps and trickles echo And echo is carried on the cooling breeze Through and into…
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Sudden Change
Zach woke shivering. He looked at his clock: 4.45am. Temperature –1. Zach leapt from the bed and threw on whatever clothes he had handy. “Minus One!?” He remembered it being swelteringly hot last night as he lay on top of the bed. He looked out of the window. Snow was falling. Settling. The garden shed…
The Mansionic Perspective 