Tag: death
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Dream Journal: 2017-03-22.01
I found myself standing before at a small dinner table with only a setting for one placed despite the two chairs. I had been hoping for an audience with Great Aunt Mabel™, so I took the chair opposite the diner. Perhaps I will serve her tonight or help assist as a great-grandniece would be expected…
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A Hero’s Rest
After a long (unspecified period of time) battling gods, horrific monsters, and fanatical humans bent on destroying the world, I and the (surviving) defenders are being bussed home. We pass the fields that are the outer skirts of our civilized territory and I watch the laborers absentmindedly. 2,386 words.
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Desert Blood & Cold Sweats
My first awareness is the sharp press of cracked pebbles pushed into my face. I move my arms in vain and random movement and scratch my hands against the rough dirt. Lifting my head free of the dry ground, the pebbles wound me anew as I grimace. The facial movement nudges them free from my…
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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.
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Just For You, Keri
“So, I hear you’re looking for something audacious to do.” My eyes open gently at the words. I am sitting cross-legged on the ground. A black feathered cloak is draped over my shoulders and wrapped around me. I had been in a different headspace and was now confused by my surroundings. I saw I was…
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To Sleep, Perchance To Dream
So I have some imagery rattling around this skull of mine, and I’ve got to write it down and capture it before I start mumbling as I do my day job. It probably doesn’t help that I’ve been so tired lately, I’ve stopped dreaming. I know most folk don’t care if they dream or not,…
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Same Song, Different Instruments
For the past twenty odd years, since I left the security of high school and ventured out into the maddening world, I have dreamed the same dream at least once a month. But I never recognized the dream. Because each time I dreamt it, the setting and roles I played would change, making it appear…
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Burning The Jersey
I’ll talk about myself until the sun sets, rises, and sets again. But when talking of someone else, I am hesitant. Even more so when death is involved. I have wondered if I should put this post behind the password wall. Or even if I should post it publicly at all. The identity of the…
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Dream: To See
My dear companion, open your eyes. Come see, come see, we are near our destination. Yes, I have stopped the camels. Yes, it is before the dawn. Yes, the air is cold. But now is the time to see. Here, wear my robe. I feel no chill. Here, wear my sandals. I would walk on…