Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2012-06-30.02
The Resting Guy gets a better name. Weaver tries to recall her trip to Helheim. Eggs and grits are awesome.1,347 words.
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Dream Journal: 2012-06-30.01
Weaver looked forward to spending a quiet night with the Gardenmaster. She winds up with a personal invitation to Helheim instead.101 scant words.
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The Perfect Gift
Keri puts away her last grudge with Loki. By making, and presenting, “The Perfect Gift”. In the process, she realizes her interactions with him are forever changed, and her interactions with those loyal to him in the Waking as well. Time to let bygones be bygones. I can’t blame Loki for doing as Loki does.…
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The Crown & The Key
Where Keri is presented with a choice between The Crown & The Key… “Come on! It will be fun!” My stomach dropped at the phrase. I knew I should have taken the direct way home, instead of hiking through the middle of… of… Hang on. Lemme check my map. All this area should be covered…
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For The Little Things
The impossible has happened. I’ve fallen in love. Helheim’s gates broke on the quickly following news that I was getting married. I had no family to talk sense into me. It would have been futile. It wasn’t his meager riches, his average physique, or his bumbling anxiety that kept me fascinated with him. It was…
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A Hero’s Rest
After a long (unspecified period of time) battling gods, horrific monsters, and fanatical humans bent on destroying the world, I and the (surviving) defenders are being bussed home. We pass the fields that are the outer skirts of our civilized territory and I watch the laborers absentmindedly. 2,386 words.
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A Little Knowledge
Keri gets hired as an Otherworld hitman to save the forest and its denizens. “Coming! Oh my! I never get visitors! And you brought my forest friends!” She is dressed in great lengths of swirly glittery cloth. She’s covered from head to toe in trinkets, stones, and dud talismans. She smells of sandalwood, candle wax,…
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Is This Just Fantasy…
This was not the first world in yesterday’s clusterfuck of dreams, hallucinations, and fits. That “honor” will go to the Maelstrom. The horror of the shamblings’ attack had set in, and I was desperately wanting to get away. To be elsewhere, anywhere, but in the grip of a slow death. “Anna? You okay?” Huh? What…
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To Serve Weaver
Tumultuous. Yesterday starting from early afternoon was full of Fuck. I think I was having a series of mild fits. It slacked off a bit going into the evening, then snapped the throttle control when I went to bed for the night. Different plot lines were lived out simultaneously. If I tried to write everything…
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The Diagnosis & The Cure
He was blathering on about how “abnormal” my current mental state is. Instead of being offended or shocked, I was quite amused, and let the sentiment show with a hint of a smile. He saw and was more bothered by my reaction to his “bad news”, than by the dripping. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t…