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A House With Legs and Tentacles
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Complete, First published May 24, 2014
This is going to be an anthology of short stories, starting with the title story, "A House with Legs and Tentacles," which is about... Well, read the story to find out. Feel free to post your interpretations in the comments, but don't post something like "I don't like it, because it is too confusing." Yeah, I know it is confusing, but that is the point of most of the stories on here. It is ok to comment that you don't like the stories, just give more reason beyond "it is confusing." This will be marked as a completed work, despite the fact that I will continue posting parts, because each part is a completed story.
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The title explains everything. And hopefully this is more serious than my first story. This is also probably a short story. (In the end this isn't as serious as my first story)