Where Keri fucks thirty ways. 174 words. Continue reading →

We were sitting side by side, my friend and I, watching the campfire outside my lair in silent contentment. He was playing around with his latest trick, and unnerving me completely in the process. He teased me about it, noting that only his appearance had changed, so why was I upset? I turned to try to explain my weaknesses, and found myself staring into a bleached white skull with a feathered headdress. I tumbled away from him in shock. Continue reading →

The water came up to my waist,
As I sat in the cool clinging mud.
In my hands was a growing lotus,
Not yet ready to emerge from its bud.

The roots grew over my crossed legs,
Around waist and up my covered chest.
Draped over my back and arms,
Over my head they crowned and rest.
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Late last night, I took out the trash as part of my Before Bed habits. The cold wind quickly stripped my T-shirted self of warmth as I dashed around to the trashcans. Turning my back to the wind for a moment, I looked up to see the Moon shining quite bright above me, and Jupiter a few fingers below it. Smiled at the sight, then quickly dashed back into the warm house. Continue reading →

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 near the warmth. He coils around me in that snug comforting grip and we laze there for a while. In Snake’s coils, I fell into a deeper sleep.

I feel a great heat surrounding me. My flesh is melting. I open my eyes to see I’m on fire. I sit up to find I’m on a pile of burning bodies. Even though I am engulfed in flames, I feel no pain. I lay back down until I fully understand I am on fucking fire! Continue reading →

Wunjo, the eighth rune of the Elder Futhark.
Wunjo, the mark that holds the power of Joy.
Wunjo, called and released to pour over me the remembrance of…
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“And that’s why it’s the way it is.” He sat back in his chair and sipped his coffee smugly. His nose wrinkled slightly as his tongue revealed the coffee was no longer fashionably hot. We had just met a few hours ago in the coffeehouse, when he asked to share the large table with me. … Continue reading →

A tale of two women… She looked at the long line, sometimes clumpy, sometimes gappy, that slowly flowed from the building’s front door. The people that made up the segments shuffled past neatly trimmed grass and out of season blooms from the winding line in the full parking lot. She doesn’t have time for this, … Continue reading →

It looks like a suit of armor. Dark matte colors and unforgiving curved surfaces abound. The cloth sheathing is crumpled in the corner. I’m in the mechanic’s bay of my lab, there is no need to proclaim where my loyalty lies, as I’m the only one here. The bare exosuit hangs from anchors in the … Continue reading →

“What the hell is that?” He shrunk back from the tchothcke she had just unwrapped and placed delightedly on the desk in front of him. “This?” She was quite cheerful about it. “Isn’t it cute?” She patted it gingerly. “Cute? It’s a monstrosity! A shrunken head? Thank god, it’s a replica!” He shivered in reflex. … Continue reading →