Three Different Ways

Tag: fire

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-10.01

    Much of the night’s dream was spent in that formless and colorful state again. I didn’t complain. Even though as I condensed back into a three-dimensional creature, most of what I experienced there was unable to be brought out with me. It’s like using pictures to describe running in a track. No matter how much…

  • Letting Her Go

    So I’m here. Then I’m there. Sitting on a pile of bones (mostly skulls) in Ravenwoman’s Boneyard. I’m in my full regalia, if you can call it that. Raven feather cloak, marked hand and eye, certain accoutrements, etc. I’m holding a skull, but it is neither Horatio’s nor a substitute Yorick. 930 words.

  • The Trespasser

    “Am I in trouble for sleeping here?” It tilted its head and cawed with a mirthful tilt. “Well, I’m already guilty, and I’m comfortable. If she lights my ass on fire, it wouldn’t be the first time, now would it.” It tilted its head back and cawed more laughter. “Lemme know if I need to…

  • Fire & Feast

    Hey, I’m at Disneyland! What ever could go wrong? That I’m at Disneyland is by itself an indicator things are about to get fucked. That the floor of the hotel I’m staying at is on fire, is another indicator. I had a box of juju in that room. But I’m getting ahead of myself. 2,164…

  • A Dream of Riddles

    This was originally posted on my tumblr:Three More Ways as a dream snip, yesterday. But the more I turned it over in my head, the more I felt it was of more import than I had originally given it. This morning, after a dreamless night, I found I still remembered the details of the dream.…

  • Festive

    Keri’s entry for Sunday Scribblings #299: “Festive”

  • 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…

  • Rising Fire

    Settled down. Tucked into bed. At rest feeling the day’s issues slide into the past. Only thinking of the pleasure of sleep. Not considering the troubles that would wake with the dawn. It’s good to rest. To feel the blood in my veins, the air moving in my lungs. Engaged in the symphony of senses.

  • Moving On

    Set off to pitch a fire, instead found a new home. The svartalf helped me find this place, but only after days of purgings and purifications at his insistence, and by his hand. The cave didn’t look like a natural formation to me, there were too many inconsistencies given the dark granite that formed it.

  • Claiming The Fire

    It was easy to get to the foot of the Tree. Above me, the canopy blotted out the stars as it held heavens upon heavens in its boughs. Below me, the roots spread far and wide before descending into the rich earth. I spied little holes here and there. Some were the dens of animals.…