It was like stepping into the backside of a Norman Rockwell painting -- behind the scenes -- where mom sneaks nips from her secret stash, Dad is giving the babysitter too big a tip, and Junior is coaxing the dog into a noose.
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
Harry's was the kind of place where you hoped that was just grease on the spoon.
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I sat in a sylvan glade, wild mustard and strawberries growing next to a tumbledown fence, letting loose the ghosts of retired farm animals.
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Grandma's house was a maze of smells.
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Each successive owner figured it the same -- eventually the place would HAVE to finish settling.
Posted by The Pixiest (Member # 1863) on :
The City was crowded, wet and had a foul smell, like being trapped in a man-hole with dozens of unwashed strangers.
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
The hotel was designed by an insomniac and haunted by waylaid business travelers who never entered their rooms.
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
"Hmm, a circular room," he said, feeling cornered.
Posted by The Pixiest (Member # 1863) on :
The field was abloom with allergies.
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The barn, like the old farmer, leaned perversely into the unstoppable prairie wind.
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
The room was decorated with malice aforethought. If there was a discernible theme, I'd have to call it "revenge." Well maybe "revenge, but under a tight deadline."
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It was like viewing Mt. Rushmore just after the guy with the jackhammer slipped and Washington's nose crumbled to the ground 600' below.
Posted by The Pixiest (Member # 1863) on :
The trees were festooned with toilet paper in such a way as to make you want to say "festooned."
Posted by Alucard... (Member # 4924) on :
Although there had been countless years between visits to the Vet, the waiting area had that unmistakable stench that pummelled my senses with the intensity of a blast furnace and burned my eyes, nose, and throat to the point of tears...
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
It was a temple to a dead belief; a reliquary holding bits of dried up saints from a dried up religion. Its only remaining power was in the greed of the auction house.
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Her room was like a pillow truck had smashed into the back end of a candle truck and the resulting mess had been shoved in here to clear the road.
Posted by Alucard... (Member # 4924) on :
The small, remote island was a place where dreams could be shattered, hearts could be stolen, and fools lined up like lemmings for the slaughter.
Posted by screechowl (Member # 2651) on :
The rented room was just me, the spiders, and some dust in the corners of my mind.
Posted by Teshi (Member # 5024) on :
Marge's room was like standing in the "unwanted" pile after the flea market was over.
Posted by Lost Ashes (Member # 6745) on :
The place wasn't the end of the world, but thanks to the altitude, you could see it from there.
Posted by Dan_raven (Member # 3383) on :
They said it wasn't the heat of the place, but the humidity that sucked the life of everything.
Posted by Bob_Scopatz (Member # 1227) on :
The mildew, newly achieving sentience, decided to move to nicer digs.
Posted by T_Smith (Member # 3734) on :
Hey bob, yeah, you stole me idea. No worries, mate. However, I do want to copy mine in here.
The dormitory had the kind of staircase you'd expect to find in a horror movie.
Much to the dismay of the entire towns youth, there was nothing evil or unnatural about their cemetary, however, there was an unholy smell hovering over it.
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No worries, mate. However, I do want to copy mine in here.