Three Different Ways

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  • Going A Head

    I’m shuddering uncontrollably on the hard, cold surface. I see glowing markings along the top of the walls, just under the ceiling, and I recognize where I’m at. “Esse…” Cold hands rest on my shoulders. He leans over my head with his usual stony expression. “Long time no see.” He strokes my face, neck, and…

  • Heaven, Sorrow, & Hope

    I went back. Not because she called me. She didn’t. Not because she forced me. She didn’t. Because she asked me. So I went.

  • Dream Journal: 2015-05-04.01

    Dreamt I was passing through some Back Mountains territory as part of my traveling from Here to There. The local folk greeted me with pleasant neutrality but gave me wary stinkeye behind my back. “Just passing through. Don’t even have time to be a dumbass tourist.” We all knew what I was really saying though. As…

  • Trust? I’ll think about it.

    So Friday evening I had a wild ride and a spot of adventure, and I really don’t want to go into all the details but let’s just say that the overriding theme of the evening is “Trust”. Which is one of the things I have the damnedest of times doing. I don’t trust anyone. People.…

  • Kissing Roger

    Weaver brought Roger into the City and now Weaver has to take him out. Just another job, right?8,403 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2014-09-15.01

    After bargaining with some carnivorous river folk for their leftovers, I brought “Boss” something to eat. Along the way, I realized I identified him in error. If he was a ghoul, he would have had neither a fleshy beating heart for me to grasp, nor a soul to tremble in fear. But he still set…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-08-22.01

    Doubt manifests as devouring panes of glass in Weaver’s body. This is followed up by K being a pain in the ass at the terrace.4,300 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2014-05-13.01

    Weaver and a Winter Maiden happen to be in town when a militia attacks. While the Winter Maiden makes a distraction, Weaver finds a spider. Going to take more than rain to wash this out.3,140 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2014-03-21.01

    There’s a backwards solar eclipse, a cat in the mailbox, and a wand warning of danger. Just another day In Between. Wait. Mom? Mom. Shit.632 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2014-01-13.01

    Weaver is hunted down for involuntary servitude. Prey becomes predator and predator is abandoned. 968 words.