Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Skin Deep
We were sitting side by side, my friend and I, watching the campfire outside my lair in silent contentment. He was playing around with his latest trick, and unnerving me completely in the process. He teased me about it, noting that only his appearance had changed, so why was I upset? I turned to try…
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The Bloom of the Lotus Eye
The water came up to my waist, As I sat in the cool clinging mud. In my hands was a growing lotus, Not yet ready to emerge from its bud. The roots grew over my crossed legs, Around waist and up my covered chest. Draped over my back and arms, Over my head they crowned…
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Jupiter’s Wink
Late last night, I took out the trash as part of my Before Bed habits. The cold wind quickly stripped my T-shirted self of warmth as I dashed around to the trashcans. Turning my back to the wind for a moment, I looked up to see the Moon shining quite bright above me, and Jupiter…
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The Fledgling
I entered the dream walking from the wilderness to the fire before my lair. I was looking forward to getting some sleep and wanted my mind to be as comfortable as my sleeping body in my room. I was met at the fire by Snake, who had been on his own adventures and was resting…
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Joy
Wunjo, the eighth rune of the Elder Futhark. Wunjo, the mark that holds the power of Joy. Wunjo, called and released to pour over me the remembrance of… Continue Reading…
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Investigate
“And that’s why it’s the way it is.” He sat back in his chair and sipped his coffee smugly. His nose wrinkled slightly as his tongue revealed the coffee was no longer fashionably hot. We had just met a few hours ago in the coffeehouse, when he asked to share the large table with me.
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Vote
A tale of two women…
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The Exosuit
It looks like a suit of armor. Dark matte colors and unforgiving curved surfaces abound. The cloth sheathing is crumpled in the corner. I’m in the mechanic’s bay of my lab, there is no need to proclaim where my loyalty lies, as I’m the only one here. The bare exosuit hangs from anchors in the…
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Life Is Good
“What the hell is that?” He shrunk back from the tchothcke she had just unwrapped and placed delightedly on the desk in front of him. “This?” She was quite cheerful about it. “Isn’t it cute?” She patted it gingerly. “Cute? It’s a monstrosity! A shrunken head? Thank god, it’s a replica!” He shivered in reflex.
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Omen
The birds dropped no feathers, nor flew in strange paths, nor sang in strange times, nor died in strange ways.
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