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Cabinet, a CABINET story by @spacewriting

Reposted from here. In the cabinet: the curiosities. Where the desirables retain their value; where secrets are kept. In the cabinet where motes rush headlong against the glass, shining until the last, and inside their sunless counterparts lay dormant and fearful. Maria looked out of a cramped corridor window and saw rows of heads. Hairless

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The Glass Doors, a CABINET story by @MrMoth

Reposted from here. I remember my Grandmother’s cabinet. Glass-fronted, each panel etched with a complex pattern of flowers and leaves that never quite seemed to match your memory. I had favourite knot-whorls in the surface of my Grandmother’s table, I had the grain of the brushstrokes in the paint on the walls of her bathroom

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Cabinet of Curiosities, a CABINET story by @NathanRedland

Reposted from here. Granny’s front room was the same as I remembered it, sitting bored with my squash making up stories in my head about all the animal ornaments she’d collected. The trio of miniature black plastic elephants had still not made any progress on their arduous decades-long trek across the mantelpiece. The second porcelain

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Reshuffle, a CABINET story by @JamesLeLacheur

Reposted from here. The Prime Minister strode down the corridors of Whitehall, advisors in tow. His neatly cropped beard twitched triumphantly, his eyes steely with resolve. “Congratulations on your victory, Prime Minister!” said an intern before being swallowed up by his entourage. The PM continued to walk with purpose. His head advisor drew level with

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