Category: Dream

I sometimes forget that dangerous things are dangerous. I sometimes forget that Weaver is surrounded by shapeshifters that intentionally take on ‘safe’ faces to not trigger certain reactions. I sometimes mistake the blinds for the image it protects. I am sometimes reminded of the truth. Keri is reminded of unpleasant events, and as Weaver, finally…

“Every human?” “Without exception?” Eavesdrop on 592 words of a rum soaked conversation.

While Weaver worries over how to approach the forbidden, the forbidden drops in for a chat. Answers are discussed circumspectly, a game of tennis is enjoyed, and Weaver is left feeling more settled than before. Time to write new nom de plumes. 383 words.

It’s been a busy night. First Weaver keeps forgetting if she’s running a message or playing a game. Then Weaver is sent as a messenger of the gods to the last people left on a dying world with an offer they shouldn’t refuse. After leaving that hot mess, Weaver is accosted about her shit. She…

Weaver answers the Gardenmaster’s summons, and finds her friend wounded. In the process of trying to help, she is pulled into the depths. Her friend is restored. Another Gardenmaster talks shit. Kids give the best hugs. And no questions are clearly answered. 3,251 words.

He spent over an hour berating me for my carelessness. So I carefully corrected the situation. Wonder who took the tooth. 457 words.

Bill the Jumper makes his last appearance. The question of apotheosis is settled, and Weaver is settled with the outcome. 1,411 words.