Stories tagged “museum”

  • The Terror

    On the wall there hung a man. What was left of a man. His arms were almost encased in the wall itself, his head hung down onto his chest, eyes, if they could still see, watching the filth run about the floor just below his dangling legs. He wasn’t al...

    • Author: Beastie
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Rose Garden Part III

    The students could smell the turkey as they walked down the hallway. As they made their way to the dinning room, they saw a enormous dining room table filled with food. The chefs were busing cutting up the turkey and placing it upon the plates. “Plea...

  • A Dislike of Trees

    David was excited – they’d never been to the Tree Museum before. They’d spent the morning playing at the park – swinging on the ropes and frames, the dust on their suits sparkling in the eerie sunlight filtering through the dark...

    • Author: Match
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Emerald Cat Burglar

    She was perspiring. Heavily. Great slick beads of sweat that slid down the subtle curves of her face and neck. This wasn’t like her at all. It was distracting. Unprofessional. But she didn’t have the luxury of time to worry about it at the ...

  • Gaining Entry

    She was nothing more than a shadow on the museum walls. She was a quick-moving creature built of air and mist, darting in and out amongst the assorted artifacts and ancient accoutrements, slinking her svelte form around the assembled heirlooms of antiq...

  • A Gentleman's Game

    “Now that is a woman,” Gerard commented under his breath as he stepped into the Egyptian artifacts room of the museum. The klaxon of the security alarms was only a slight irritation as his gaze swept the open space, searching for his prize....

  • Battle of the Sexes

    “You’ve returned?” Gerard asked without turning around. “I was curious what you were looking for,” the cat burglar said. “You said something about ‘richer game’. I thought it might be worth investigating....

  • Escape!

    The ring hung in the air for what seemed like minutes, spinning in an arc just over the cat burglar’s head. She watched it float and rotate and shifted her weight to be able to make a leap of faith. The timing had to be perfect. A crash echoed fr...

  • Pedestal

    Hand in hand we haunt the museum, visiting Manet, Degas, Gauguin; wandering from paintings to sculpture; giggling like embarrassed adolescents at the nudes poised on pedestals. “Don’t put me on a pedestal,” you said. “I won’t,” I responde...

    • Author: Miz Em
    • Posted over 5 years ago.