She’s watching her favorite show again.
He’s on the phone with them again.
151 words to answer the Sunday Scribblings #323: Costume.
Category Archives: Three Different Ways
The Perfect Gift
Keri puts away her last grudge with Loki. By making, and presenting, “The Perfect Gift”. In the process, she realizes her interactions with him are forever changed, and her interactions with those loyal to him in the Waking as well.
Time to let bygones be bygones. I can’t blame Loki for doing as Loki does. I can’t be pissed off at him for taking advantage of my weakness. The sour aftertaste of falling out of love with him has passed. Time to move on.
I decided a gift to him would be a good way for me to formalize and finalize my departure from the tangled mess that was our “relationship”. A free-will gift, with no expectation of reciprocation. But what to get?
7,805 words.
The Crown & The Key
Where Keri is presented with a choice between The Crown & The Key…
“Come on! It will be fun!” My stomach dropped at the phrase. I knew I should have taken the direct way home, instead of hiking through the middle of… of… Hang on. Lemme check my map. All this area should be covered in ice sheets at least a half mile thick. Not in verdant grasses and carpeted in a multitude of tiny flowers. Well, at least this wilderness is still open to the public. All fun and games until somebody gets hurt right?
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For The Little Things
The impossible has happened. I’ve fallen in love. Helheim’s gates broke on the quickly following news that I was getting married. I had no family to talk sense into me. It would have been futile. It wasn’t his meager riches, his average physique, or his bumbling anxiety that kept me fascinated with him.
It was the little things.
3,969 words.
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.
A Little Knowledge
Keri gets hired as an Otherworld hitman to save the forest and its denizens.
“Coming! Oh my! I never get visitors! And you brought my forest friends!” She is dressed in great lengths of swirly glittery cloth. She’s covered from head to toe in trinkets, stones, and dud talismans. She smells of sandalwood, candle wax, and Febreze. I look at her with my Sight and find no Power, active or latent. This is the Evil Witch?
3,939 words
Is This Just Fantasy…
This was not the first world in yesterday’s clusterfuck of dreams, hallucinations, and fits. That “honor” will go to the Maelstrom. The horror of the shamblings’ attack had set in, and I was desperately wanting to get away. To be elsewhere, anywhere, but in the grip of a slow death.
“Anna? You okay?” Huh? What name was that? I look up to find I’m leaning against a doorframe. “You’re going to be okay going on stage tonight? The aliens have already taken their place, and the world is watching.” Aliens? The fuck?
It takes me a minute to immerse myself into the scene. As I surrender to the shifting colors around me, I realize where I am. I’m daydreaming. Idle fantasy. Nothing more. A smile warms my face. Extra-terrestrials, again? It makes sense, really. All my dreamworlds have involved human myth, having extra-terrestrials as a plot device is the only sandbox I have left.
4,273 words
To Serve Weaver
Tumultuous. Yesterday starting from early afternoon was full of Fuck. I think I was having a series of mild fits. It slacked off a bit going into the evening, then snapped the throttle control when I went to bed for the night.
Different plot lines were lived out simultaneously. If I tried to write everything in the order it happened, it would be too confusing to read and too frustrating to write. It’s like trying to write a plot synopsis for Doctor Who. So instead, I’ll write out the plot lines as if they were individual dreams, with a summary as the final post.
This installment: Keri finds out she’s not as vulnerable as she thought, but she can still bleed. 1,912 words.
The Diagnosis & The Cure
He was blathering on about how “abnormal” my current mental state is. Instead of being offended or shocked, I was quite amused, and let the sentiment show with a hint of a smile. He saw and was more bothered by my reaction to his “bad news”, than by the dripping. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t think you understand. Your current mental state, is not something to be proud of. It is a hindrance, that is keeping you from integrating completely into modern society.” At that, I laughed, harshly and loudly, completely dismissing his “prognosis”.
1,972 words
Keri’s Dream Journal
Where Keri details how her online dream journal is laid out, and gives you ways to stalk her with impunity.