Three Different Ways

Tag: Ravenwoman

  • Disjointed Scenes: Undoing

    The Maelstrom was beautiful, hypnotic, and silent. I had just closed my eyes and found myself clutching to the side of a cliff. The ground was obscured by mist. Above me the fog churned in contemplation. I was being called someplace, and I was resisting. I knew if I allowed my fear to rise, it…

  • 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…

  • “Who is Ravenwoman?”

    Where Keri answers “Who is Ravenwoman?” in 1,052 words of speculation and wonder.

  • Lotus Bud

    I’m on the beach, walking south along the tideline. Temperate day, feels like spring, but the ocean is still chilly. Soon I’m climbing the large rocks of the breakwater. I make my way out to the far end, and sit, watching the featureless, ever moving, ocean. I find I have a leather hat among my…

  • 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.…

  • 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…

  • Five Scenes

    Waking up this morning, I felt like I had lived through a Twilight Zone marathon. All that was needed was Rod Serling, nursing a cigarette, narrating the end to tie it all together. While some of the episodes have a flow to them, where one obviously follows the preceding, some seem absolutely random. Even still,…

  • 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…