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Thanks to Phill (GSC) for the suggested title a very short time ago here: http://www.ligotti.net/showthread.php?p=39085#post39085 ================================================= Lewicidal Tendencies "It is with some pride that, today, I announce my untimely death....

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It was Candlemass. Today. A flickering February Second 2010, a day after Imbolc, a day after a dubious palindrome, now supposedly an occasion when Fredrik could enjoy, without conscience, all the waxlit shimmering. It was this effulgent shimmering that he allowed himself every day...

by DF Lewis

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Written today 5 March 2006.

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There used to be an expression used by exasperated parents in my younger days to their obstreperous children: “Don’t give me any of that old nonsense!” Whether that was a condemnation of ‘nonsense’ generally, or an implicit desire for ‘new nonsense’, I was never sure. But I decided the latter...

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There was a sinking feeling among those who had exercised their typing-fingers in tune with the sentences they were hoping to produce that all they would end up with were different sentences. You could watch them sitting in their rows of desks, waggling their hands for several minutes in the...

by DF Lewis

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When you have a lot of worries, a useful piece of advice is to take one day at a time. I often think about this and do my best to take into account the implications of taking one day at a time. You see, I have a lot of worries and countless people who worry me with their own worries and...

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http://images.yuku.com/image/png/88b26c5123686c6a0533c88ca4d587457d5103bd_t.jpg BODY TROUBLE It was as if you had problems with your own middle-aged body, but you knew it wasn’t you who could control it any longer. A strange feeling, as if you automatically knew you were looking at the...

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Shall I sleep with one eye open? I have heard so many tales of chimneys that contain noises. And there is a chimney in the room where they’ve put me. I’ve already tried to stuff its flue with most of my own clothes – leaving me to sit on the bare bed, shivering in just my...

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From where Lucy was sat-up-in-bed within the room leading out to the balcony, only the back shape of the figure standing there could be seen. The crowds below to whom the figure appeared to be waving were silent, so silent Lucy wondered if they were there at all. This occasion may well...

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The three of us in the room, William, Charles and Lucy, were so accustomed to our own company, in the context of these walls and the wide window, that we took ourselves for granted. It seems strange to call myself by one of our three names ... as if I were just another protagonist...

by DF Lewis

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(written today)

by DF Lewis

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A short fable written in the last few days as sequential to but separate from my trilogy.

D.F. Lewis

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(written today and first published here) The Brahms Sonata for Cello and Piano was playing unnoticed in the foreground. I knew its notes by heart so, even though the deliciously poignant music was ‘in my face’ as it were, I allowed it to seep towards the back of the head where...

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First published 'Dreams & Nightmares' 1996 "It's easy to imagine the subject of this painting being alive. Merely look at the face, the brown eyes shining through near tears, a hint of blusher on petal cheeks, shapely lips on the point of moving in speech..." The guide...

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by DF Lewis

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Entry Four HERE. --------------------------- ENTRY FIVE These are five entry doors from which to choose for anyone seeking a reality where death is fictitious. The first entry, as you can see, bears the symbol of a frothing tankard of real ale, the second some art by...

DF Lewis

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All Endings are Happy When I awoke, my customary surroundings were slightly – even imperceptibly – changed from what I remembered them to be. Not so much an alternate world or a parallel dream disguised as awaking or an onset of mild mental illness on my part (but who can be certain...

DF Lewis

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The clown was essentially white-costumed, even given the black hemispherical hat, the broken golden-hoop large enough to be a wide belt or sash, black slip-on shoes, bleached face containing tiny red lips and drooping black eyes .... sitting upon a huge domed mushroom mound .... awaiting...

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Below is the last posting of a DFL story in this folder until 2009. I try to post stories here that carry at least a Ligotti theme or two. However, I do not consider myself generally to write *like* Ligotti, although I have been a significant fan of his work since the late eighties. ...

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First published 'Connections' 1999 "I have a washing-machine with several programmes but I only ever use one of them," she said aloud. The statement was crazy, she feared. There was no possible excuse for it. She spoke to nobody. The house was semi-detached, the room was...