Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

The message I had sent earlier, but had completely blocked out of my memory, was returned to me this morning at my request. (Thank you!) A lot has happened since I had sent it. I had confronted uncomfortable truths about myself, and how I allowed myself to be chained in the first place. The frame…

The dark dirt of the forest floor had become mud and was slowly creeping up my ankle. It had already covered my foot. “I see you.” My words were more mirth than warning. The creeping mud stopped. I watched a large area of dirt around me ripple. “Is that it? You’re not even going to…

I open my eyes to find myself on horseback. A black steed with loose hair, it was waiting for me to decide if I was going to remain on the ridge or not. Night was approaching. I was out alone. Better head back. I had gone hunting with bow and arrow, and had three light…

I have enough fragments to write the plot. But what fragments I have are not for public consumption. I feel a drive to fly some flags in the park. But what is written on them I will not explain. My neck is raw from where the lock rubbed against it. But I am too weak…