Author: Keri
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Coda: The Beginning Finale
Another set of recurring dreams. Not as wide a variety of scenarios as the last set of iterations. This grouping is precision shot, not shotgun luck. They’ve been repeating for a few weeks now, with the past few days finding the dreams spilling over into the day and appearing in idle moments. The last set…
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It’s tumblr, All The Way Down
Where Keri is delighted to see others have enjoyed her words, and answers comments never written to her.
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Festive
Keri’s entry for Sunday Scribblings #299: “Festive”
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The Ten Rules of Witchdom
I’m tired of the controversy, the battering back and forth over what rules, if any, witches should live by. I’ve tormented a few friends and found ten rules that will be sufficient for all witches, solitary or covenbound, free speaking or oathbound.
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Shift
There is a shift in the current. Imperceptible to any measuring device but deeply felt with every breath and heartbeat.
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Health
“It’s said that you know of runes.” The voice was filled with bluster and daring. “It’s said I know of many things, some I do, and some I don’t.”, was my reply. “I bring to you a challenge, runesciber. Would you dare to take it?” “And what challenge do you dare call me by that…
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Fairytale
I can’t do this. My head lowered gently onto the keyboard’s wrist rest. Anyone that has read anything I’ve written knows I can’t do this. Fuck. “Can’t? Or won’t?” The mocking voice sounded like mine, but did not come from my own mouth. Wary, I lift my head to find I wasn’t sitting in my…
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30 Fucks
Where Keri fucks thirty ways. 174 words.
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Skin Deep
We were sitting side by side, my friend and I, watching the campfire outside my lair in silent contentment. He was playing around with his latest trick, and unnerving me completely in the process. He teased me about it, noting that only his appearance had changed, so why was I upset? I turned to try…
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The Bloom of the Lotus Eye
The water came up to my waist, As I sat in the cool clinging mud. In my hands was a growing lotus, Not yet ready to emerge from its bud. The roots grew over my crossed legs, Around waist and up my covered chest. Draped over my back and arms, Over my head they crowned…