The Designer.

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“There are some who say the House was built upon grounds given to us by the Faerie, using the wood of trees that never graced the mortal world. This is true.

“There are some who say the House was built from a fragment of God himself (specifically, his left earlobe). This is also true.

“There are some who say that the House is constructed of belief distilled into solid matter and mortared with liquid dreams. True.

“Sculpted from magic by the greatest Thaumaturgists the Universities have ever trained. True.

“Interdimensional alien superbeings. Also true.

“But what do you say?"

“Simple. I designed the house.”

“You? Prove it."

“Certainly. Here are the plans.”

“All I see is a blank sheet of paper."

“That’s just your mind protecting itself.”

“From what?"

“Insanity. The House exists in the space between spaces. Outside of reality, nestled in a crack in space-time. The laws that bind the universe hold no power over the House.

“In fact… nothing does.”

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Comments (2 so far!)

  1. Avatar JayDee

    This wasn’t supposed to be an accapella piece originally, but it kept inflating as I wrote it. I really didn’t want to spread it over two ficlies, so the only way I could compress it down was to remove everything but the dialogue.

  2. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Fun little addition. I like the existing/not-existing, unreality of it all with everything being possible and once and none of it mutually exclusive as logic would demand. Nice bit too with the specification of the left ear lobe.