Three Different Ways

Tag: snake

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-16.01

    Last night I learned two very important things. When I let an emotion take the lead, I am very one-track minded and that focus taps into power I didn’t know I have. Snake is a bad-ass motherfucker that has been holding back all this time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to restore my…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-14.01

    I’m not that good a chess player. It takes repeated whacks with the clue bat before I start to follow the trail. I’m also still quite naive as fuck and often don’t remember the universal law of dealing with sentients. “Everyone is hiding something.”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-24.01

    “We could go to the Nagalands.” I couldn’t tell if Snake was sincere or mocking me. “No.” “Haven’t seen the Shamblings for a while.” “And risk running into what turned that one area to stone? Or did you forget my ass was ganked there.”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-22.01

    I fell asleep in my bed, and woke up on Snake’s back. He was moving through an old forest. One I used to come to often. When she went away, the season finally changed, and the cold rains began. It’s been raining here for four human years. The rain didn’t bother me. Knowing I would…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-19.03

    Headaches! Yay! (fuuuu) Too little sleep, too little eats, too few breaks, and one demanding & easily insulted person at the house meant Keri had a headache and needed a nap. So I kissed the kid, and patted the spirit, and waved “fuck all” to the world and laid down for a nap. “Where are…

  • Ask Keri: Snake4Totem2012?

    Anon said with a straight face: “Since you are adamant that the Raven isn’t your Totem, that still leaves Snake as a possibility for totem status, no?”

  • In The Hall Of The Goblin King

    “Yea, I’m sober. And the ripples bother me less than a stubbed toe. Not a problem. What gives?” He stops tapping the envelope and hands it to me without a word. Elaborate decorations covers the exterior. Inside is a handwritten note written in a language I can not read. But I can feel the impetus…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-06.01

    “Memories, eh?” He held out a mug with freshly brewed coffee. I accepted with both hands and tried to move over to give him room on the stone that served as a bench just without the lair. Snake adjusted his gigantic body behind me so I would remain leaning against him.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-01.01

    I need a night to recover from last night. I’m more tired waking up than when I went to bed! And more than a little concerned. I did not answer Ravenwoman’s summons. I went to see the Svartalf instead.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-29.01

    I don’t know how long I had been at the fire. My bare feet were so covered with dirt and ash, I looked like I had grown like a tree. If a tree could have feathers. I was exhausted and had stumbled. Snake, in his human form, had caught me. I was getting sweat and…