Category: Magic Diary
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Cross
Where Keri invokes by daring. 32 words.
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Lotus Bud
I’m on the beach, walking south along the tideline. Temperate day, feels like spring, but the ocean is still chilly. Soon I’m climbing the large rocks of the breakwater. I make my way out to the far end, and sit, watching the featureless, ever moving, ocean. I find I have a leather hat among my…
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The Orange Tree’s Gift
Leave it to an orange to bring me to a full stop. Confession: My instinct is 95% bullshit. So, I have an orange tree in my backyard. It’s been there for years and years. It is not tended properly, I think there are still oranges on it from 2 years ago. Pretty much, we let…
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Cleaning & Warming
Pair of professional cleaners at my house, helping me deal with something Dter had done in her room. It was an accident, but beyond my skill set to properly clean up. The reaction had drenched her bedspread, dresser, wall, and floor. I was able to quickly clean the mess from all but the floor, where…
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More Disjointed Scenes
Yea, so, earlier today I went away again. Two weeks of nonstop stress + fever? I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner. So I went round the way and came back with the most disjointed series of images. What follows are the scenes I could remember clearly on waking. 713 words.
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Vision: I Walked Away
(This vision occurred in early 2002. My mindset has changed since then. However, I still remember how I was then, and will write this from that point of view. It’s dominating my thoughts again, and I write it down to contain it.) Classes were over early for the day. Don’t go to work until late…
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Completing The Gift
Silly me. To think “completing the gift” would be a simple process of taking ownership. By simple, I mean like taking the car keys from the dealer. “Sign here, and here, and drop of blood here. Congratulations! Here’s your new trinket, fully equipped and ready to go!” Bitch, please. Horatio (as I call it publicly)…
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Desert Blood & Cold Sweats
My first awareness is the sharp press of cracked pebbles pushed into my face. I move my arms in vain and random movement and scratch my hands against the rough dirt. Lifting my head free of the dry ground, the pebbles wound me anew as I grimace. The facial movement nudges them free from my…
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A Dream of Riddles
This was originally posted on my tumblr:Three More Ways as a dream snip, yesterday. But the more I turned it over in my head, the more I felt it was of more import than I had originally given it. This morning, after a dreamless night, I found I still remembered the details of the dream.…
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Jupiter’s Wink
Late last night, I took out the trash as part of my Before Bed habits. The cold wind quickly stripped my T-shirted self of warmth as I dashed around to the trashcans. Turning my back to the wind for a moment, I looked up to see the Moon shining quite bright above me, and Jupiter…