Keri’s (late) submission for Sunday Scribblings #300: “New”. 1269 words.
Category Archives: Three Different Ways
Hieronyma’s Witchfuck
Where Keri points to the creator of the word ‘witchfuck’.
Sannion’s 2012 House of Learning Creative Agon
Hey! Listen! The House of Vines is having a literary contest!
Coda: The Beginning Finale
Another set of recurring dreams. Not as wide a variety of scenarios as the last set of iterations. This grouping is precision shot, not shotgun luck. They’ve been repeating for a few weeks now, with the past few days finding the dreams spilling over into the day and appearing in idle moments. The last set of repeating dreams ended when I recognized the pattern and wrote it down. This set ended when I realized what role I played in them.
It’s tumblr, All The Way Down
Where Keri is delighted to see others have enjoyed her words, and answers comments never written to her.
Festive
Keri’s entry for Sunday Scribblings #299: “Festive”
The Ten Rules of Witchdom
I’m tired of the controversy, the battering back and forth over what rules, if any, witches should live by. I’ve tormented a few friends and found ten rules that will be sufficient for all witches, solitary or covenbound, free speaking or oathbound.
Shift
There is a shift in the current. Imperceptible to any measuring device but deeply felt with every breath and heartbeat.
Health
“It’s said that you know of runes.” The voice was filled with bluster and daring.
“It’s said I know of many things, some I do, and some I don’t.”, was my reply.
“I bring to you a challenge, runesciber. Would you dare to take it?”
“And what challenge do you dare call me by that name for?”
“Twenty four runes be the Elder Futhark. Twenty four marks did Odin scribe on you.
How much has been forgotten since? I give you a word, you tell me the runes.”
“A challenge I accept then. What be the word to call the runes for?”
“Health.”
Fairytale
I can’t do this. My head lowered gently onto the keyboard’s wrist rest. Anyone that has read anything I’ve written knows I can’t do this. Fuck.
“Can’t? Or won’t?” The mocking voice sounded like mine, but did not come from my own mouth. Wary, I lift my head to find I wasn’t sitting in my room anymore. I was caught up in another mindbending vision.