Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2013-09-16.01

    The Bone Temple Burn Watch has been on for a few weeks now. Last night, smoke. Today, fire. 884 words of incomplete resolution.

  • A Type of Cure

    I shall be your Gilded Apple. I shall be squeezed into wine. Watch my blood turn the silver black. Drink. I shall be your blessed philter. I shall be the poisoned cure. Watch my worms under your skin crawl. Drink. I shall be the silent scapegoat. I shall tally the deposited sins. Watch my fire…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-09-14.01

    The Tumblr posts of September 13th are explained with commentary of offline events. All this to explain a few lines of dialogue on the morning of the 14th. It’s okay to be afraid. Use that fear wisely. 2,879 words.

  • The Kemetic Statue Masterpost

    List of relevant posts regarding the Kemetic Statue. Will be kept updated since I suck at tags.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-09-12.01

    The Kemetic Statue is healing. Will be time to take her home soon. Once I figure out where ‘home’ is. An update in 319 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-09-11.01

    I sometimes forget that dangerous things are dangerous. I sometimes forget that Weaver is surrounded by shapeshifters that intentionally take on ‘safe’ faces to not trigger certain reactions. I sometimes mistake the blinds for the image it protects. I am sometimes reminded of the truth. Keri is reminded of unpleasant events, and as Weaver, finally…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-09-10.02

    “Every human?” “Without exception?” Eavesdrop on 592 words of a rum soaked conversation.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-09-10.01

    A 27 word key. Keri knows which door it opens.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-09-09.01

    While Weaver worries over how to approach the forbidden, the forbidden drops in for a chat. Answers are discussed circumspectly, a game of tennis is enjoyed, and Weaver is left feeling more settled than before. Time to write new nom de plumes. 383 words.

  • Fun and Games

    It’s been a busy night. First Weaver keeps forgetting if she’s running a message or playing a game. Then Weaver is sent as a messenger of the gods to the last people left on a dying world with an offer they shouldn’t refuse. After leaving that hot mess, Weaver is accosted about her shit. She…