Tag: Writing
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The Three of Us
The photographer was early. Stefan was ready first, and went down to the lounge to greet Master Selvo, after Anabel had made sure he was comfortable. “We weren’t expecting you until later,” Stefan said, looking at his timepiece that hung on a silver chain from his waistcoat, “good job too – it looks like rain.”…
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Shelter
They thought they’d made the right choice in sheltering in the arched doorway of St. Lestill’s church. But as the spire rotated into a clock tower, the stained-glass windows folded in on themselves, and huge gothic turrets grew out of each corner of the cold stone structure, they realised the error they’d made. The rain…
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The Veil
The fog descended quickly. Before the residents of the village knew it, they were surrounded by a thick pea soup, and they couldn’t see their hands in front of their faces. Through the murky green, echoing footsteps could be heard. Mocking laughter. Scrapes and clangs. Screams. Beneath one of the barely visible streetlights, the owner…
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A Wailing Moan
I remember the time when I could pass effortlessly through a brick wall. I’d wail “OoOoOoooh!” as I passed. Now, all I can muster is a quick “Ow!” as I effortlessly slide to the floor.
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Green Power
I’ve finally managed to complete the construction of my prototype chlorophyll reactor; a device that uses grass itself to generate cheap, clean, and renewable energy. The building itself is ecologically friendly, made mostly out of fallen trees, although the reactor inside is cutting-edge technology. The stories of the zombies of the forest never really bothered…
The Mansionic Perspective 