Category: Magic Diary
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Magic Journal: 2012-11-15.01
Pulling free the warp. Rethreading the weft. Untangling the knots while keeping the tension tight. Three to the right. One to the left.
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-02.01
Alright guys. I’m probably stirring up shit with this, but it was something I had quickly “seen” and now it won’t leave me. I tried writing this into my private notes, but no, it demands to be written into the publicized notes. Very well then. I throw chum into the water…
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Disjointed Scenes: Undoing
The Maelstrom was beautiful, hypnotic, and silent. I had just closed my eyes and found myself clutching to the side of a cliff. The ground was obscured by mist. Above me the fog churned in contemplation. I was being called someplace, and I was resisting. I knew if I allowed my fear to rise, it…
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Dear Keri: Where’s Horatio?
Asked privately, but it’s a damn good question, so here we go: “I haven’t read much about Horatio lately. You still have him/it trapped in that trinket? You do all your own dirty work yourself anyway. I don’t see you as the kind of magician ordering spirits around.” Well…
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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…
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Three Feathers
Three Feathers from a dream. One feather for the Boneyard. One feather snatched by a thief. And one feather that’s not really a feather at all. 2,135 words
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The Gathering – Finale
The events of The Gathering have come to an end. All that’s left is for Keri to serve some bread, and open some doors. 2,101 words.
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The Gathering: Nights 3 & 4
Where Keri continues assisting The Gathering for two more nights, and pushes herself a little too far. Again. 3,296 words.
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Music to Let Go by
Such happy tears…
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Letting Her Go
So I’m here. Then I’m there. Sitting on a pile of bones (mostly skulls) in Ravenwoman’s Boneyard. I’m in my full regalia, if you can call it that. Raven feather cloak, marked hand and eye, certain accoutrements, etc. I’m holding a skull, but it is neither Horatio’s nor a substitute Yorick. 930 words.