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AntoniaClarke

AntoniaClarke

  • Hands

    A dark musing

    3 min read
  • Limits

    This isn't (yet anyway) a story, but it's an excerpt of something that could be.

    4 min read
  • The Fractured Hour - Part I

    A young man who mysteriously gets killed.

    8 min read
  • Denial

    Things are not always as they seem.

    3 min read


For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein