Such happy tears…
Three Feathers
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Three Feathers from a dream. One feather for the Boneyard. One feather snatched by a thief. And one feather that’s not really a feather at all.
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Not Enough Terror
Last night’s dream was a buffet of terror. I had the usual emotional assaults. Abject terror. Smothering terror. “Worms eating me alive from the inside out” terror. “Naked in front of my classmates while I piss myself” terror. (Okay, that one was more humor than terror.)
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The Gathering – Finale
The events of The Gathering have come to an end. All that’s left is for Keri to serve some bread, and open some doors.
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The Gathering: Nights 3 & 4
Where Keri continues assisting The Gathering for two more nights, and pushes herself a little too far. Again.
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Music to Let Go by
Letting Her Go
The Gathering
Where Keri dream-walks into a gathering already in place, in a place where no gathering should be. And winds up helping retrieving pieces of a man’s spirit.
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Wild
Where Keri answers the Sunday Scribbling prompt of “Wild” in 92 words. And is honest with herself about it.
Storm
Where Keri answers the Sunday Scribbling prompt of “Storm” in 64 words.
And tries not to invoke anything with it.
The Trespasser
I was sleeping soundly. The collection of bones under me arranged just so to be comfortable and yet sturdy. It took me a second to completely realize where I was sleeping. I opened an eye, and was face to beak with an enormous raven.
“Am I in trouble for sleeping here?” It tilted its head and cawed with a mirthful tilt. “Well, I’m already guilty, and I’m comfortable. If she lights my ass on fire, it wouldn’t be the first time, now would it.” It tilted its head back and cawed more laughter. “Lemme know if I need to get up, then. I’m relaxed, and at peace. I don’t get that often.” It nodded in obvious affirmation. It stood up fully, made a great show of looking around, then pecked me on the forehead. Continue reading