Girls Running From Houses
@girlfleeshouse.bsky.social
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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 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
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
She soon learns that the house has been afflicted with history.
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She arrives at the house at midwinter, seeking a book. She is owl-blooded.
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The house (from which music emanates) is built over a lost forest.
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The house, like the girl, is unsettlingly lovely.
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The doors are painted with flickering stars, and a moon that alters when someone shifts the candle behind it, and occasionally when they do not, but nobody seems to mind, and when she points it out, they merely laugh and change the subject.
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Unfortunately, she is leopard-swift.
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The first mistake the girl made was not to speak to the gaunt librarian — but could you, reader, have played otherwise, with the cards thus dealt?
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In the atrium, there is a keen perfume of medicine.
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A massive chapbook. An odd pamphlet. Soot.
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The house dances slowly, in the manner of architecture. The sunroom hides its face from the sun. In the airing room, the Countess makes a fatal error.
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Under the carpeting, she finds portraits rendered dim and obscure by time.
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The house is infested by contagions and mannequins.
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If they could make a girl out of red brick, she would be faithful.
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The lady of the manor is her only friend, but the traveller is her secret supporter.
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She is patient as a beetle; she is a worm among doves.
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The house, like the girl, is cruel.
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The girl, like the housekeeper, is being mistaken for another.
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The fate of the girl turns on the enmity between the investigator and the governess.
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Faithful reader, the girl did escape.
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She arrives at the house tracing the governess, who ruined her great-aunt, but who might be the girl's long-lost relative.