Girls Running From Houses
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Girls Running From Houses
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Flee, all is discovered.

By @tanaudel.bsky.social. Automated, not AI. Same as old code, but via @bluebotsdonequick.com (so won't exactly mirror legacy posts).

Gothic (and other) art at tanaudel.redbubble.com

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The grammar’s questionable in the reposted phrase but I haven’t changed it because this is the very first sentence structure in @girlfleeshouse.bsky.social — from the little Advice for the Fleeing Girl zine I did for some patrons
In the chest of books in the hall, she finds a quaint chapbook. It is a work of fiction — surely.
November 25, 2025 at 3:26 PM
The house (which blurs at the edge of sight) conforms to principles laid down by the obscure architect who encoded within its design a bleak and nefarious purpose.
November 25, 2025 at 2:53 PM
Intrepid reader, prepare yourself: there is every chance the girl will not wake from that nightmare.
November 25, 2025 at 2:23 PM
The house is surrounded on three sides by topiaries.
November 25, 2025 at 1:51 PM
The lord of the manor is clever. The secretary curses fate. The girl is not alone.
November 25, 2025 at 1:14 PM
Faithful reader, even as you shake off these shadows, you find in a curiousity shop a portrait of a girl, peculiarly familiar.
November 25, 2025 at 12:41 PM
She soon learns that the house has been beset by sea breezes.
November 25, 2025 at 12:12 PM
As if traced on the northern windows in the girl's bedroom, the girl catches a suggestion of a person in white, fleeing.
November 25, 2025 at 11:34 AM
If they could make a girl out of spiders, she would be like none of the girls.
November 25, 2025 at 10:59 AM
The groundskeeper. The groundskeeper. The stranger who arrives at sundown. She is caught in their web.
November 25, 2025 at 10:27 AM
The one thing the girl must accomplish to escape the house is not to raise her eyes.
November 25, 2025 at 9:54 AM
The house, like the girl, loves.
November 25, 2025 at 9:20 AM
To uncover the secrets that form the foundations of the house, the girl must consult a ornamental manuscript, which is heavily underlined and annotated.
November 25, 2025 at 8:46 AM
The girl, like the spy, steals what she can.
November 25, 2025 at 8:17 AM
The master of the house is her obsessive admirer.
November 25, 2025 at 7:39 AM
The house is rumoured to be located at the edge of a cliff. It is beset by important history. The girl arrives in a thunderstorm.
November 25, 2025 at 7:02 AM
The girl, like the house, is sheep-blooded.
November 25, 2025 at 6:25 AM
The crime the girl commits is not to be obtuse.
November 25, 2025 at 5:49 AM
The walls draw nearer, but nobody believes her.
November 25, 2025 at 5:17 AM
She is sky-eyed; she is forest-tongued.
November 25, 2025 at 4:43 AM
The first mistake the girl made was to look out the casement windows in the nursery — but could you, reader, have done otherwise, with the same knowledge?
November 25, 2025 at 4:11 AM
The house was once a memorial, and that is a secret well-kept.
November 25, 2025 at 3:36 AM
In a diagram scratched on a windowseat, she sees braided hair.
November 25, 2025 at 3:04 AM
The house is methodical; it feasts.
November 25, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Hissing. Weeping. A gilt-edged quarto volume.
November 25, 2025 at 1:58 AM