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Started by ER, October 24, 2018, 09:53:02 PM

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ER

Another story of mine, from the vault.




What does not kill me makes me stranger.

indianasmith

"I shall smite you in the nostrils with a rod of iron, and wax your spleen with Efferdent!!"

Alex

A good read. The tone reminds me of a (I think it was) Shirley Jackson novel I once read (although not in an imitative way), about a haunted architect.
Hail to thyself
For I am my own master
I am my own god
I require no shepherd
For I am no sheep.