the spinning room.
The spinning room Is hard to get to Because the door is never in the same place As it was a second ago The chandelier is just a shimmer and there’s not much…
7 stories written on Ficly, 2012, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
The spinning room Is hard to get to Because the door is never in the same place As it was a second ago The chandelier is just a shimmer and there’s not much…
“Why, hello there, visitor!” she said, her ocher eyes looking me up and down. “What is your name?” I opened my mouth to speak, but Mr. Conner beat me to it…
Mr. Conner knocked on the door until a voice called “Enter!” It was a girls voice, not a woman’s voice, and suggested her age to be early teen, unlike me at…
“A fixer-upper,” Mr. Conner said, “But we’ve found the living arrangements quite to our liking. Quite.” ” ‘We’ ?” “A grand tour, Plum, and then I’ll introduce…
“Welcome, visitor! Just what is your name?” “Plum. Artemis Plum.” “Welcome, Plum. Call me Mr. Conner. I’m sure you’ll like it here, as you are highly…
The building was tall, with a row of windows on each floor and a large amount of space in between. Fingers of ivy picked at the blue-gray boards, exposing a…
With a mixture of awe and despair playing xylophone on the back of my ribcage, I stared up at the pile of dishes. They started at the sink with chafing dishes…