Girls Running From Houses
@girlfleeshouse.bsky.social
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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
Grid of words I can’t lay out properly here:
Directions for Fleeing
(choose one from each column, or add your own)
FLEE IN / AMIDST
DIRECTION
AND WITH ONLY
haste
to
greater danger
a candelabra
disorder
into
much the same
a lantern
terror
towards
joy
a knife
wisdom
under
a lonely death
a scream
determination
through
moors
wild laughter
exasperation
via
a chance
the children
a frantic state
around
a door
your beloved
doubt
against
water
a ghost
chaos
over
caverns
ghosts
tears
alongside
waking
a map
peals of laughter
away from
the known
(your?) memories
decay
near
eternity
the money
high dudgeon
deeper into
the unknown
the inheritance
misery
above
truth
what you first brought
confusion
oblique to
deceit
the clothes on your back
certainty
amongst
fire
all that you learned
rags
parallel with
regret
all that you gave
glory
down
home
a wound
destruction
up
the beginning
a curse
exhaustion
within
the end
a blessing
flame
out of
time
a pursuer
triumph
together with the ice

your prey ahead of you
girlfleeshouse.bsky.social
As fate would have it, she is a friend to falcons. Fortunately, the mistress of the house is jealous.
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Something skittering out of sight. Snails. Briars. And a girl backed by firelight, her hair flying.
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Ink stains. Terror. Another cottage she almost recognises, and in it a window, and in that, the ghost looking back at her and slowing waving. And a girl running, as foretold.
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The girl, like the house, whistles an idle tune.
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Brown rats trouble the groundskeeper.
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She is guarded half-heartedly by a squamous amphibian.
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If they could make a girl out of the obsessions of its owners, she would be what they dreamed of.
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If they could make a girl out of wasps, she would be faithful.
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The house is located beyond the fields we know. It is contaminated by occult iconographies. The girl arrives in autumn.
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When the land is shrouded in mist, the girl is running from the house.
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There is a history of a shadowy hobby horse, who breathes out frost and who overturns potted plants.
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The one thing the girl must accomplish to escape the house is to speak.
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The girl, like the house, is woodland-eyed.
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She soon learns that the house teems with smugglers.
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The first mistake the girl made was not to keep a secret — but could you, reader, have done otherwise?
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The girl, like the house, whistles an idle tune.
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In the sickroom, the girl unravels her memories. And dreams breathe in the lit fireplace.
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In the library, the girl is refusing aid.
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The girl was not so long ago irritating, and she will become modern.
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Like the most reckless of the girls before her, she is flame-swift.
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The neighbours were becoming unreal, and they might have been too dissolute.