Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2012-05-25.01

    Last day of Too Damn Early In The Morning Shenanigans. Went to bed early last night. Did manage to get a three hour block of solid sleep, right away. Then back to tossing and turning again. Don’t remember much of my dreams. Only that I had a lot of Otherworld Entities offering me a place…

  • In The Beginning…

    106 words to answer the Sunday Scribblings prompt #319: “In the beginning…”.

  • So I Gave Her What She Wanted

    “Weaver… I know you were sleeping… but… ” More laughter. He waves a thin flat object at me, motioning for me to take it. “You gotta read this! They never learn!” He places the object by my hand and indulges in more knee-buckling laughter. 2,388 words

  • No.

    Don’t need to explain my rationalization. Don’t need your approval of my justification. Don’t need your permission to have vindication. I still have the right to say, “No.”. Don’t care if your friends all think I’m mean. Don’t care if you think I’m causing a scene. Don’t care if you call me a Drama Queen.…

  • Payback

    Last night’s sleep was continually interrupted. The key question is not “Did Keri dream?”, but “Did Keri get enough sleep to be functional?”. The answer to the first is “Yes.”, the answer to the second is “Keep blunt objects and dipshits away from her and find her some place to nap.” Of the varied scenes,…

  • Three Servings of Dreams

    Presented for your enjoyment, three dreams served on the same night. More patience required outside of school, than inside. Speaking of patience, the commute used up every last bit left. At least the election season wasn’t too annoying. 3,912 words.

  • Sometimes

    Sometimes the stories are written with words. With steel frame structure and proven formula banality. Sometimes the stories are written with rum. With sarcastic joviality and highly polished lies. Sometimes the stories are written with coffee. With matter of fact reporting and terse, succinct titles. Sometimes the stories are written with tears. With thick fingered…

  • 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

  • Not Enough Terror

    Last night’s dream was a buffet of terror. I had the usual emotional assaults. Abject terror. Smothering terror. “Worms eating me alive from the inside out” terror. “Naked in front of my classmates while I piss myself” terror. (Okay, that one was more humor than terror.) 3,017 words.

  • 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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