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Basement – by “Graceless Hippo” @jo_forty

Reposted from: here #Down in the cellar, under the stairs. Lives a strange monster That frequently scares. It grumbles and moans And clatters about. I imagine it has A terrible snout. It’s bright red eyes Glow in the gloom, Make the basement A horrible red eery room. You can’t go down there. You mustn’t, it’s

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The Caretaker by The Scribbling Wren @soosietweets

Reposted from: here Megan died first. We’d lost track of time so I don’t know when it was but she was the first to leave. He stopped tying us up after then so we huddled together as much as we could. For warmth. Companionship. Never been friends before. Obviously we knew each other from school.

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BASEMENT by Kay Barrett @KayBeeBooks

Reposted from: here I met myself as I was getting into the lift last week. I also met myself as the doors opened on the sixth floor. I had meant to go down to the basement, but the lifts here are a little wonky and they had gone up to eight instead. When I heard

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Basement – a #whimword by Leland V @whimworm

Mother had always said that things had a time and a place. When the time of things grew short in the waning light of day, Mother would scoop the no-longer up to her bosom. “It ain’t of the world no more, child,” she’d sigh, “it’s for the darkness now.” She’d open the door under the

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