Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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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.
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The Gathering
Where Keri dream-walks into a gathering already in place, in a place where no gathering should be. And winds up helping retrieving pieces of a man’s spirit. 2,377 words
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Wild
Where Keri answers the Sunday Scribbling prompt of “Wild” in 92 words. And is honest with herself about it.
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Storm
Where Keri answers the Sunday Scribbling prompt of “Storm” in 64 words. And tries not to invoke anything with it.
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The Trespasser
“Am I in trouble for sleeping here?” It tilted its head and cawed with a mirthful tilt. “Well, I’m already guilty, and I’m comfortable. If she lights my ass on fire, it wouldn’t be the first time, now would it.” It tilted its head back and cawed more laughter. “Lemme know if I need to…
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Dream Denizen: The Forest of Shadows
Imagine the canopy, thicker. Much thicker. Branches intertwined with each other appearing as if the trees were battling each other and froze in mid parry. Ever leafless, ever just on this side of wet rot, but so thick that even at noon, it is dark as night on the forest floor. 629 words, and 1…
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Marathon
A Sunday Scribblings tale! A woman considers how a phrase meant to discourage her, only firms her resolve to run the “Marathon”. 527 words.