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  • lilbrosj66
    Persistent Member
    • Jul 4, 2011
    • 1594

    This place. He'd been here before...

    ...but he didn't know where "here" was. And that smell. Acrid. Like something dead. And the old woman. He knew in his gut she was not here to bring him milk and cookies.

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  • lilbrosj66
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    • Jul 4, 2011
    • 1594

    #2
    "Sleep", the old woman told him. "You've been travelin' a very long time. A very long time indeed." And as if the words themselves held power over him, the image of the old woman disappeared from his sight. The smell faded. And he slept.

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    • Moxen
      Museum Patron
      • Nov 6, 2016
      • 128

      #3
      Very creepy! I'd be interested in knowing where the mego-scaled furniture came from. And the wallpaper too!

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      • lilbrosj66
        Persistent Member
        • Jul 4, 2011
        • 1594

        #4
        Originally posted by Moxen
        Very creepy! I'd be interested in knowing where the mego-scaled furniture came from. And the wallpaper too!
        Thanks! I actually built the furniture for this little "series". Balsa wood, styrofoam, fabric and some paints. The wallpaper is a piece of memory book (?) paper form Michael's.

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        • lilbrosj66
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          • Jul 4, 2011
          • 1594

          #5
          And he slept...

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          • lilbrosj66
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            • Jul 4, 2011
            • 1594

            #6
            Morning. Or was it? How long had he slept? Still disoriented, his eyes slowly adjusted to the dusty light of the room. He turned his head and there, on the nighstand, where there had been nothing before, was a photograph.
            And beyond the photograph, a container of flowers. Wildflowers of some sort? They were not there last night. Yesterday? When was it? Time was a blur. Everything was a blur. Throwing the heavy blanket back, he steadied himself to a standing position. He turned his head, taking in more of the room and he noticed another picture above the bed. And as he looked at the faces in the photograph, a chill ran through him...

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