Tag: The City
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-24.01
The master villain knows I have a wicked and evil temper. That once I lose my shit, so does everything in a five block radius. He used this to his advantage and tricked me into fighting his fire elemental behemoth in full ifrit mode. After all, you’re not supposed to fight fire with fire, amirite?
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Dream Journal: 2014-10-19.01
Scene: Weaver’s private booth in the Café-on-Main. Weaver is drinking tea (WHUT!) while her boothmate is sipping from a bowl containing questionable liquids. It looks like frothy mud and smells like dirt. He is covered in swaths of saffron hued cloth. The cloth covers his face, obscuring him. He has just enough of his hands…
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Dream Journal: 2014-10-06.01
“Help me! Won’t anyone help me!” God fucking dammit, I’m such a fucking sucker at times. As I cross the street towards the anxious woman, I notice my feet aren’t touching the ground. I feel the texture of the asphalt where my feet would be touching, but I am in fact floating an inch above…
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Kissing Roger
Weaver brought Roger into the City and now Weaver has to take him out. Just another job, right?8,403 words.
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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…
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Dream Journal: 2014-09-14.01
The Envoy calls Weaver back to the City. Weaver brought Roger into the City, now Weaver has to get him out.3,657 words.
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Dream Journal: 2014-06-19.01
They always warn about black cloaked Weaver. As if anyone else could be more dangerous.1,310 words.
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-11.01
They plied me with exotic drinks and rich food. All carefully laced with hypnotic drugs in low doses, so that the stupor would come on gradually. Sweet fleshed women and well honed men lay beside me while I rested on the oiled body of my sculpted host. I was watched carefully. I had not eaten…
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Ask Keri: What Are You Talking About?
A “not rude at all” Anon asked: “I get lost in your blog posts for hours but I must admit I thought I’d pick it up by now and have not – what exactly are you talking about? That seems so much ruder than I intend, honestly your blog is one of my favourites but…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-08.01
I just realized… Roger introduced me to the cafe. I had been wandering the City for a while, but never stopped there. Roger had me sit with him. Why do I have the idea that Roger knew about Jill the entire time? And his over the top reaction was a test to gauge mine? Holy…