Stories tagged “Clive”
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Doors: Housecall (i)
Gecko sat huddled in the warmth of his partner’s front pocket, yet he could not stop shivering. “Will you just relax?” came Clive’s muttered voice above. “She’s making us tea, for godssake." “It’s not that,” ...
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Doors: Housecall (ii)
After revealing a carefully folded letter of notice, Clive squinted down the spectacles he had placed daintily on the bridge of his nose. They looked minute framed against his hulking face, as if he had plucked them from a doll. The Doorman gave his b...
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Doors: Housecall (iii)
Clive held his breath as Ms. Agnus gave her musk-rat one last dunk before carefully dangling it from the tail into her mouth. An air of quiet dignity surrounded her as she chewed, leaving Clive bumbling for words of apology to the sounds of tiny bones ...
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Doors: Housecall (iv)
The walls pulsed, and the floor groaned. Small collectible figurines began to look at one another nervously within their curios. Ms Angus sipped quietly at her tea with only the faintest of smiles across her thin mouth. Looking up from the tea she cast...
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Doors: Housecall (iv)
There was a clatter of cutlery as Gecko leaped to the table. “A threat?” the stitchling inquired. “More a foretelling,” said Ms. Agnus, her voice softening. "I stem from my home, dear, as it does from me. " She nodded ...