Category: Stories
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Dream Journal: 2013-04-16.04
“Why are you here?” “To receive a new name, and maybe a new life.” “I called your name seven times outside, and you did not come out.” “You called my old name, from the life I wish to leave behind. I am waiting to hear my new name called seven times, and then I will…
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For Want Of An Apple
One of the first fairytales I read was about an ill king. (I haven’t read the book I found this in for thirty-odd years. And the book itself is lost to me. I may have fudged the telling.) He told his three sons that whoever would find him a cure would receive half the kingdom…
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How The Ocean Was Separated From The Sky
A myth-minded Anon asked: “I understand if you don’t feel like sharing your drawings. But you’ve shared so many words, would [you] share a few more? Would you tell us how the Sky and the Ocean came to be separated?” Um. ~shifts nervously~ I’ll try. ~ahem~ 731 words.