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
The house collects reflections and mould.
November 11, 2025 at 9:42 AM
The girl was in ages past giddy, but she will become affronted.
November 11, 2025 at 9:13 AM
When the girl arrives, the house is afflicted with dolls. Just before she leaves, it will be afflicted by relatives.
November 11, 2025 at 8:40 AM
By design, she is sheep-swift. If appearances are correct, the maid is an echo.
November 11, 2025 at 8:07 AM
Mirrors. A single note, repeated. Wasps.
November 11, 2025 at 7:32 AM
When she outwits the house and departs, she will wear a high-necked gown and an array of weaponry, and the mark of the house.
November 11, 2025 at 6:57 AM
In the drawing room, there is a keen perfume of unaired rooms.
November 11, 2025 at 6:19 AM
By chance, the girl is hound-limbed. Fortunately, the false bride is ineffable. Together, they must uncover the murderer.
November 11, 2025 at 5:48 AM
Not without cause, she is herself a haunted building. If reports are accurate, the stranger who arrives as night falls is spiteful.
November 11, 2025 at 5:16 AM
Those in the house sense nothing. But they cannot guess that — before she flees —the girl will bury the dead and bury the dead.
November 11, 2025 at 4:40 AM
As fate would have it, she is tiger-blooded. By good grace, the closest relative she has is obtuse.
November 11, 2025 at 4:04 AM
She is a hound among spiders, and that will save her.
November 11, 2025 at 3:31 AM
The neighbour mutters curses.
November 11, 2025 at 3:02 AM
The house is preternaturally observant; it was somewhere else before this.
November 11, 2025 at 2:31 AM
The crime the girl commits is not to fall in love.
November 11, 2025 at 1:54 AM
There is a prophecy of a cavernous bathroom stuffed with libraries.
November 11, 2025 at 1:21 AM
The house is built at the source of the river.
November 11, 2025 at 12:51 AM
In a snowstorm, the girl is fleeing the house. However, the house speaks.
November 11, 2025 at 12:20 AM
The house is worm-sturdy, and the stranger who arrives when the earth is silvered by frost is a falcon among hounds, and the girl is lark-limbed.
November 10, 2025 at 11:48 PM
It's all happening as it ever has, helplessly. One girl leaves the house; another arrives at sunset, seeking a story for a newspaper.
November 10, 2025 at 11:15 PM
The false bride cavorts.
November 10, 2025 at 10:44 PM
In the cellar the master of the house is dancing alone. But in the cellar the girl reaches the end of her tether and — heartsick — escapes the house.
November 10, 2025 at 10:12 PM
In a landscape in the background of a portrait, she sees herself, the girl's blackmailer.
November 10, 2025 at 9:40 PM
Like the last of the girls before her, she is gale-footed.
November 10, 2025 at 9:08 PM
Restlessness.
November 10, 2025 at 8:38 PM