Category Archives: Aranansi

Aranansi #13: the Hall of Puppets

Posted on September 1, 2010 by randomyriad

April 01, 2010, 19:43 The Journey to the Depths Monkey’s adventures in the worlds beyond life   A sign stood on a tripod slanted a little out from the wall just inside the curtain covered doorway that led to the … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #10,11 and 12: Professor Trol’s Emporium

Posted on August 31, 2010 by randomyriad

February 28, 2010, 17:52 Andre lead Morris and I through the maze of narrow streets, hedge lined paths, and alleyways bordered by wooden warehouses, crumbling cottages and shadowy shops filled with mysterious and incongruous items. Finally we reached a narrow … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #9: Andre Bursts In

Posted on August 30, 2010 by randomyriad

February 14, 2010, 20:58 There came a lively rapping at the door of my little workshop home. Morris the Minah who had been dozing making sleepy little gurgling squawks as he perched on the elephant’s head lamp in the corner, … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #8: Green Tom

Posted on August 29, 2010 by randomyriad

February 08, 2010, 19:58 I was moving about in the workshop taking apart one thing and putting together another when Morris squawked loudly, awakening from an uneasy dream. Dreaming isn’t ever very easy in this city. It is more like … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #7: The Best Place to Rest

Posted on August 28, 2010 by randomyriad

January 25, 2010, 21:48 I went by the old mansion. There was a sign on the gate “BEWARE THE BULL”. I peeked over the fence and there he was placidly chewing grass. Miranda was draped over his back asleep, her … Continue reading →

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