Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

“Guys, I’m not up for any trouble today.” I shake my head and start to walk away. “Trouble for what?” Shit. I turn to find a squat little man, in squat little robes, with a squat pointy hat, and a long grey beard in the process of being brushed and groomed. If a dwarf wanted…

“The authorities were looking for anything that could hang you, actually. Which reminds me…” An unusually serious look crossed her face. “There have been… rumors… my friend. Rumors about you that concern me.” “Information for information. You tell me the rumor, I’ll tell you the truth.” She asked of several things, most of which were…

I entered the village as a troll. A mask of flesh and bone covered my face which I knew was painted a certain way. Pelts and hides of questionable origin draped over me the way Spanish moss drapes over branches. I looked like death and smelled twice as bad. Towering over men and horses, everyone…

What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help…

The long white ribbon draped simply over a simple decorative hanger, that was hanging on the wall directly across from the door. Two hanzi characters were vertically embroidered with black silk onto the ribbon. The top character was oriented normally. The bottom character was upside down. When I heard the sharp intake of breath, I…

The police chief listened to his deputy continue to describe the scene. He had received the call an hour ago. Another ten children and two adults dead or dying. He didn’t tell the deputy he had snuck a sip of his own ‘patience’ on pulling up to the scene. It wasn’t just that the victims…

What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help…

“Excuse me, Ma’am?” I looked up at a freckled face, framed by barely constrained red hair. I smiled disarmingly. It only made her more nervous. I nodded, subtly. The gesture caught her by surprise. She knew, that I knew, what she was about to ask. And she knew, that I had just given her explicit…

They wore blue beaded capelets that did not completely cover their breasts. Two of them wore only strings of blue beads at their waist. The third had a blue cloth wrapped around her, but it was too short, too thin, and still left half of her buttocks exposed. They laughed at my continual staring, but…

What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help…