Author: Keri
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-18.01
Now that it’s morning… Have a meeting with one guy, about another guy, and hope I don’t get drunk under the table. (Again.) Scheduled for today. Have a carriage waiting for me. Thought I’d make that appointment last night. Got sent on a different errand instead. The requester is patient, thankfully, as is her messenger.…
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Under The Sea
The mermaid (I think) peeled the tattooed flesh off the remains of the spelunking treasure hunter. One last pause to offer me again. I just smiled and waved her on. She sloppily licked the dripping blood then settled into chewing her favorite part of human anatomy. Eating chicken thighs is going to be interesting when…
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Magic Journal: 2012-11-15.01
Pulling free the warp. Rethreading the weft. Untangling the knots while keeping the tension tight. Three to the right. One to the left.
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-15.01
“I’m supposed to be behaving! You’re not making it easy!” I whispered and nudged the grinning man perched in the tree with me. The others with us silently giggled. “Yea, well, you shouldn’t have come with us, then!” He feigned offense but smiled with glee. He was dressed with renaissance flair. All of us were.…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-14.01
“Are we going to fight about this?” Fifty feet of prepared muscles crossed over my legs and circled me. “No, Snake, we’re not. I’m too tired. It’s been a day.” As he moves, I rest a hand on him so his scales slide under my palm. Snake gently coiled around me on the pallet. “Good.”…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-13.02
After leaving Thor, Sif, Loki, and [the boy], I thought that was the extent of my dreaming adventures last night. It wasn’t. A funny thing happened on the way back to the lair. I’ve spent the morning in thought, trying to reconstruct the clues left behind. I wasn’t going to say anything but the clues…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-13.01
Heavy clouds clung to distant mountains and teased the ancient pines nearby. I stepped out of the thick forest into a fallow field. The season of wildflowers had ended. The season of seeds and fading glories were underway. The wind whipped around me but my leathers were made well. The cold of the Nine Worlds…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-12.01
No Man sat on the jetty rocks with me. I teased him about getting his perfectly black suit imperfectly dirty. He stood to show me no dirt clung to him. The spray of the waves left no salt. The wind did not move a hair. No Man sat down, in perfect movement, in perfect silence.…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-11.01
They plied me with exotic drinks and rich food. All carefully laced with hypnotic drugs in low doses, so that the stupor would come on gradually. Sweet fleshed women and well honed men lay beside me while I rested on the oiled body of my sculpted host. I was watched carefully. I had not eaten…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-10.01
Third morning in a row. Third time waking up with the chorus on earworm status. Walk on the ocean Step on the stone Flesh becomes water Wood becomes bone