THE CORRIDOR
so, there's no escaping the truth now.
you are back. in a way, you could say you are also "home", although you do not feel much at home in this place. maybe you did once. you are not entirely sure.
someone told you a long time ago that humans never remember. they only dream, and with time, they start calling that a living.
that wasn't entirely right, of course. but now there's something to say about that: you've dreamt of this place before.
which room would you like to enter first?
THE LIVING ROOM
THE KITCHEN
THE BEDROOM
THE LIBRARY
THE CELLAR
THE LIVING ROOM
Bah, Bah, a black Sheep, Have you any wool?
Yes old mate i have Three bags full,
Two for my master, One for my dame,
None for the little boy That cries in the lane.
i. last of their bloodline
ii. inside the hornet's nest
iii. liquor cabinet
iv. the sound of the second hand creaks twice
v. family portraits
THE KITCHEN
Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.
vi. pristine
vii. the knife drawer
viii. mother always listens
ix. rotten things wake something in you, the kind of hunger that can be appeased with any regular meat
x. silver service
THE BEDROOM
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,
Bless the bed that I lie on.
Four corners to my bed,
Four angels round my head;
One to watch and one to pray
And two to bear my soul away.
xi. the dollhouse
xii. empty crib syndrome
xiii. sure, memory is discontinuos, chaotic, inventive. but what if it was all true?
xiv. my little darling, my treasure, my angel
xv. adults would be surprised to realize the kinds of things children are capable of learning alone
THE LIBRARY
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
xvi. the pupil
xvii. piece of advice, kid: do not look for what you are afraid to discover
xviii. forbidden words
xix. and so the children followed the pied piper's song
xx. only with blood will you learn, only with blood and with pain
THE CELLAR
The stairs went crack,
He nearly broke his back.
And all the little ducks went,
'Quack, quack, quack'.
xxi. that story still goes around, of how your grandfather went down the stair and never returned
xxii. foundations
xxiii. growing corruption
xxiv. every house has eyes, and limbs, and teeth
xxv. is it you?
THE END
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!
xxvi. no one ever leaves completely
xxvii. witness marks
xxviii. something old, something lost, something borrowed, something more
xxix. your problem is that you will always be an orphan at heart
xxx. an open casket
it seems that you've managed to reach the exit.
you feel, however, that the house poses over you a question you haven't answered yet: are you ready to abandon the person you were before, the person who lived here, who still does, in fact?
are you ready to be alone?
CONGRATULATIONS
you've made it out alive!
hi ! i'm neil hazard and i'm the writer behind the prompts and the designs that constitute this year's October event.
On behalf of the 1977 collective team, i want to thank you for joining us this month and contributing to this project with your wonderful creations. it is because of you that we are able to continue creating and sharing content with you. please consider giving us a follow on twitter at @1977Collective.
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