Reposted from: here The auxiliary gate is full of cakes, That’s how everyone talks For goodness sakes how did these cakes Congest up old gateaux ? by Dom Gittins @comdotdom
Reposted from: here I don’t know what circles you move in, that would make me some crazy stalker. And I’m not. But personally I’ve never met an actual bear. Grizzly or Polar. I do however work with a very large man. Joe. He is incredibly hairy. He lives with two other men. Just as large.
Reposted from: here She could have sworn the gate hadn’t been there before. Lucy had been walking home this way for years and couldn’t remember seeing it previously. Surely she would have noticed it if it had always been there? A more important question was: where did it lead? Lucy imagined the gate was a
Reposted from: here Continued from part seven. To read from the beginning, click here. Rats scurried and squeaked, squabbled and swarmed over the floor of the cavern. A stalactite dropped a steady drip, drip, drip into a shallow pool that spread, like a moat, around the dais upon which the Pale Man dreamed. Above the guano-streaked, rat-covered
Reposted from: here The two children lived with Grandpa, Mum and dad in an old house with wood panels on the walls, the house had large grounds at the back they met a small cliff which was part of the hills they lived in. If they played in the grounds there was one rule don’t
Reposted from: here Dozing lazily, I open my eyes after a wonderful sleep. Pulling myself up, I realise I still have my beautiful soft white dressing gown on. The plush leather couch recliner I was lying on covered in beige wraps is the sort you get in those fancy spa’s. Music plays. There are no
Reposted from: here “What made you decide to become a gatekeeper?” The youngish looking media veteran surveys his quarry’s features, intent on unlocking the mysteries behind his gaze. Gaze met briefly, the gatekeeper was by all accounts a gazekeeper in his own right, his returning to the gate. “As it so happens, the gate decided