Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2013-06-22.01
“And then there were three.”, the driver, Josh, exclaimed after dropping off one of our fellows. “Five.” I corrected him from the back seat. “Five.”, said his girlfriend, Ginny, from the front passenger seat. “Three.”, he insisted, looking around and seeing only himself, her, and I. 1,023 words.
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Split The Sky
I quickly told kir about the Grey Sky and its effects which prevented me quick access to the terrace. I then told kir about my plan. “I need your help, [K*]. I’m going to try and split the sky but I need someone on the top side to take advantage of it. I’m going to…
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Sour Wine
“Did you have anything to eat?” “Finger food. A micron thin slice of meat, a micron thin slice of cheese, a wafer thinner than paper, and enough garnish to choke a horse.” “And then the wine? Finish off that bowl before you answer.” 2,060 words.
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A Little Paranoia
He turned away in sudden thought. He moved only his eyes to look up at me, which I noticed were suddenly glittering like faceted garnets. “What did [the Red Woman] say to you? I know you didn’t write it all publicly.” The eyes caught my focus. I could feel the heaviness of his request coaxing…
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A Farewell Kiss
Where Keri finds out at last what everyone else already knew about her. Again. And in doing so, realizes there is no one she can trust. Not even herself. 2,867 words.
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Dream Journal: 2013-06-15.01
A Collector tries to trap me. After several scenarios I finally get tired of his shit. Later, I find Pandora’s box has been tampered with again. 763 words.
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It’s Right Here
I looked up as if in surprise. “No, there’s a drop.” I tapped my lower lip. “I’m not in my livery now, or you’d see red everywhere. No flashy stuff right now, y’know. Working.” I looked back down but kept him in my peripheral position. He crawls halfway across the path. Even on his knees,…
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Don’t Forget To Vote
He grabbed me from the door and slammed me into the wall. Shoving his body against mine, he mimed a sexual act. “I can take you. Right here. Right now. And there is nothing you can do about it. Nothing anyone can do about it. No one cares. You are all my property, and I…
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Dream Journal: 2013-06-12.02
After finishing up some tasks, I was pulled into a very dark area. I could barely see. I didn’t feel threatened, but I call the sword just in case and start poking around, because why the fuck not. I’m here. Let’s see who wants to play. A small group of shadowmen pour out of the…
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Dream Journal: 2013-06-12.01
Is it really a trap when you want the outcome? A dialogue between Weaver and her captor. 310 words.