Girls Running From Houses
@girlfleeshouse.bsky.social
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
Patreon: patreon.com/tanaudel
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
Patreon: patreon.com/tanaudel
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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 hall, the girl loses her temper, and then she outwits the house and departs, grieving.
November 26, 2025 at 1:00 AM
In the hall, the girl loses her temper, and then she outwits the house and departs, grieving.
The house labours to understand whether the girl is clever.
November 26, 2025 at 12:25 AM
The house labours to understand whether the girl is clever.
The first wife is her blackmailer, but the neighbour is her reluctant ally.
November 25, 2025 at 11:55 PM
The first wife is her blackmailer, but the neighbour is her reluctant ally.
In the scullery, the girl whistles an idle tune. Yet clocks cavort through the gate.
November 25, 2025 at 11:21 PM
In the scullery, the girl whistles an idle tune. Yet clocks cavort through the gate.
The house will grant the girl her last hope, if she will only leave.
November 25, 2025 at 10:46 PM
The house will grant the girl her last hope, if she will only leave.
The house, like the girl, is busy as an ox.
November 25, 2025 at 10:12 PM
The house, like the girl, is busy as an ox.
The house hates. The stillroom hides its occupants from the sun.
November 25, 2025 at 9:43 PM
The house hates. The stillroom hides its occupants from the sun.
The girl, like the master of the house, whistles an idle tune.
November 25, 2025 at 9:12 PM
The girl, like the master of the house, whistles an idle tune.
The girl has fled the house forever.
November 25, 2025 at 8:42 PM
The girl has fled the house forever.
The legendary floating hare, who lays icy fingers on the backs of necks, is exposed as the neighbour.
November 25, 2025 at 8:42 PM
The legendary floating hare, who lays icy fingers on the backs of necks, is exposed as the neighbour.
The house is restless; it is counting down.
November 25, 2025 at 8:08 PM
The house is restless; it is counting down.
On a rainy day, she hears something chittering.
November 25, 2025 at 7:35 PM
On a rainy day, she hears something chittering.
She arrives at the house on a wild and windy day, seeking the solution to a crime. She is peculiarly gifted.
November 25, 2025 at 6:19 PM
She arrives at the house on a wild and windy day, seeking the solution to a crime. She is peculiarly gifted.
The legendary transparent traveller who once sought shelter is her deceiver.
November 25, 2025 at 5:44 PM
The legendary transparent traveller who once sought shelter is her deceiver.
In the chest of books in the conservatory, she finds a monograph on diseases of owls.
November 25, 2025 at 5:04 PM
In the chest of books in the conservatory, she finds a monograph on diseases of owls.
She arrives at the house in autumn, seeking shelter. She carries the little music-box, and the token.
November 25, 2025 at 4:30 PM
She arrives at the house in autumn, seeking shelter. She carries the little music-box, and the token.
The house is among enemies, and the mistress of the house is dove-limbed, and the girl is bait and trap and prey.
November 25, 2025 at 4:00 PM
The house is among enemies, and the mistress of the house is dove-limbed, and the girl is bait and trap and prey.
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
In the chest of books in the hall, she finds a quaint chapbook. It is a work of fiction — surely.
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
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.
Intrepid reader, prepare yourself: there is every chance the girl will not wake from that nightmare.
November 25, 2025 at 2:23 PM
Intrepid reader, prepare yourself: there is every chance the girl will not wake from that nightmare.
The house is surrounded on three sides by topiaries.
November 25, 2025 at 1:51 PM
The house is surrounded on three sides by topiaries.
The lord of the manor is clever. The secretary curses fate. The girl is not alone.
November 25, 2025 at 1:14 PM
The lord of the manor is clever. The secretary curses fate. The girl is not alone.
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
Faithful reader, even as you shake off these shadows, you find in a curiousity shop a portrait of a girl, peculiarly familiar.
She soon learns that the house has been beset by sea breezes.
November 25, 2025 at 12:12 PM
She soon learns that the house has been beset by sea breezes.