Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2012-03-25.01

    “You may need these, yet.” Whispered in my ear with a lilt of humor, with a hint of a smile, with a knowing withheld. They were thrice as heavy when I laid them on the table, when I laid them on your name, when I said my last goodbye. Now they jingle in my pocket…

  • Memory of an Ifrit

    You’re beautiful. But you know that, you egotistical bastard. I love you, anyway.

  • Cleaning & Warming

    Pair of professional cleaners at my house, helping me deal with something Dter had done in her room. It was an accident, but beyond my skill set to properly clean up. The reaction had drenched her bedspread, dresser, wall, and floor. I was able to quickly clean the mess from all but the floor, where…

  • Growing Up

    “Come on!” He is running too far ahead of me to reach. “Hurry up before they close it off! It’s so cool!” The boy was weaving through a parking lot. We pass a sign that reads “HARD HATS REQUIRED PAST THIS POINT”. He runs past a Rent-A-Cop that yelled after him. As I ran past…

  • Why Keri Should Stop Chatting Online

    An anonymized transcript of a voice chat between Keri and That Person where Keri is reminded that white is the default.371 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-03-13.01

    Keri wakes up in a dystopian future. Still cynical as ever.257 words.

  • More Disjointed Scenes

    Yea, so, earlier today I went away again. Two weeks of nonstop stress + fever? I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner. So I went round the way and came back with the most disjointed series of images. What follows are the scenes I could remember clearly on waking. 713 words.

  • Just Another Day At The Mall

    The rough driving wakes me up. Sometimes I think my father intentionally aims for every pothole, dip, and raised bump when he’s driving. He calls it showing off his luxury car’s smooth suspension. The only thing suspended here is his disbelief. Another bump. “See! I didn’t even feel that! If I hadn’t been looking for…

  • Wit

    Where Keri tries to write of the Sunday Scribblings prompt, “Wit”, in 143 words.

  • The Lady’s Baby Blue

    Sitting by the windows, I have a clear view down the road leading up to the Lodge House. Feeling suddenly alarmed, I look away from the Brother pouring my cup of tea. Before I have turned fully, I see a glint of light from the road and hear the sound of metal rubbing against metal…