Tag: boneyard
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Dream Journal: 2017-08-07.01
Around the fountain was a thick forest. I could barely see the path that led into the very small clearing where the carved white stones had been installed around the natural spring. The fountain could only be viewed and appreciated best from the small bridge that curved around it and over the guided stream flowing…
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Iron and Ash
It’s thundering and lightning outside. The storm rolling in is warning everyone to take cover before it strikes. The fast moving storm is actually carrying very little moisture, so flooding is not a concern this time. Getting struck by the lightning it is brandishing about, is.
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Dream Journal: 2016-10-10.01
The headache was trying to become a fledgling migraine but I was doing my best to sabotage the attempt. I laid down in the darkened room and wore an eye shield for literal cold comfort on the sensitive right side of my face. If the talons on my nose and mouth didn’t wake me, the…
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Down To The Bone
My right arm ached. I reach over with my left hand to rub the shoulder, but another hand takes mine and lays it back down. “Rest. You are safe here.” Socheniel wipes my face in a soothing gesture. I notice much of the right side of my body numbs as a response. I open my…
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Dream Journal: 2015-01-03.02
The people moved aimlessly across the compacted desert. If you ignored their humanity, it was like watching Brownian motion on a two-dimensional surface. Strangely captivating to watch. Everyone was naked. Most appeared over the age of thirty. Some appeared gaunt and underweight. Some appeared buff and in the height of health. Most were distinguished by…
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Dream Journal: 2014-06-09.01
Weaver gets more bones replaced. Some for a second time. She makes a very impatient patient and her tongue gets her in trouble. Again.1,117 words.
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Dream Journal: 2013-06-26.01
My itinerary last night: Respond to the Ravens’ call and go to the Boneyard. Go see a Svartalf about some politics. Go check on some folk in the Nine Realms and avoid an obvious trap. Then end the night in the Nagalands because I think I’ve had more than my fill of drama, and I…
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A Call To Arms
“Great. Now I can add delusions of grandeur to my list of psychoses. Especially after yesterday’s meltdown. This is not going to look good on my resume.” Bones sorted and proper fires lit, I knew I would have to post the entire script. I have seen too many clues in other people’s words to know…
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A Raven’s Mercy
The clatter of bones from beyond the mounds told me I wasn’t the only bipedal creature headed somewhere. The further I went, the more quiet the ravens with me, and the more heavy the air was. This was definitely a formal affair I was going to. If I wasn’t already in the Boneyard, I’d say…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-24.02
“Raven. Hello.” My shroud is in tatters, exposing one breast. I care not for my modesty. The ravens had torn it in their… play… with me earlier. I bore fresh gouges on my shoulders from them. Gouges that were packed with bone ash after. The wounds will scar as was their intention. But I do…