Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Red and White

    Most of the night was dreamless. The wind howled like mad outside much to my delight. All was resting. My alarm went off for me to turn the heat on. I did so, then went back to bed. I fell back asleep immediately and opened my dream eyes to the sight of two… people… arriving…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-01-22.01

    Short version: I beat the shit out of my half-sister with a baseball bat until the bat broke.567 words.

  • Tribe

    Where Keri muses for 116 words on what makes a tribe.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-01-18.01

    So, the black shawl thing is finally starting to make sense. A close friend took a try at interpreting and was very close to the truth of it. As long as I was afraid, then yes, the voices on the wind was something to fear and hide from as she said. But I don’t think…

  • Normal

    Normal. Normal is a setting on the dryer. A choice for shampoo and facewash. An arbitrary selection of attributes chosen for the same reason One Size Fits All.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-01-15.01

    For the past three days, if I close my eyes for more than five hot seconds, the following things come to mind. Where at first it was like a half-forgotten movie scene, now it is more an intrusive and overwhelming vision. Black shawl. Fire. Handful of suspicious powder. A sharp blade. Some strong shit. Some…

  • A Meeting Of Fellows

    … The door handle rattles. A shadow dominates just without the entrance. More rattling of the handle, with a barely gentle push on the locked door. The rattle ceases. Above the handle, the lock glows with a sudden red scribble of light. The door opens.

  • The Maddening Night

    Keri’s entry for the 2012 House of Learning Artistic Agon. Reposted here now that voting is closed.

  • New

    Keri’s (late) submission for Sunday Scribblings #300: “New”. 1269 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-01-07.01

    She ripped my eye from my face. When I reached up to grab her, she scraped the skin off my hand as well. I fell down on the salt flats, screaming in pain. I yelled at her to give them back. “You won’t miss them. You weren’t using them anyway.” She started to walk away…