Something kept pulling at me. Something tugged at my sleeves and dogged my steps. It pleaded with my reflection and petitioned my shadow.
I was needed elsewhere.
Okay. Let’s go.
1,287 words.
Dream Journal: 2013-06-22.01
“And then there were three.”, the driver, Josh, exclaimed after dropping off one of our fellows.
“Five.” I corrected him from the back seat.
“Five.”, said his girlfriend, Ginny, from the front passenger seat.
“Three.”, he insisted, looking around and seeing only himself, her, and I.
1,023 words. Continue Reading… http://threedifferentways.katalytis.com/2013/06/dream-journal-2013-06-22-01/
Split The Sky
I quickly told kir about the Grey Sky and its effects which prevented me quick access to the terrace. I then told kir about my plan. “I need your help, [K*]. I’m going to try and split the sky but I need someone on the top side to take advantage of it. I’m going to draw all the wrong kinds of attention with my attempt.”
“I’ll be there and I won’t be alone. All I’ll need is a crack. Wide enough for a prayer of hope to seep through. The forces that shall be assembled with me will turn that crack into a gorge.”
“Muster your forces my friend. And I shall muster mine. Already there are other Boneburners waiting on me.”
5,204 words. Continue Reading… http://threedifferentways.katalytis.com/2013/06/split-the-sky/
Sour Wine
“Did you have anything to eat?”
“Finger food. A micron thin slice of meat, a micron thin slice of cheese, a wafer thinner than paper, and enough garnish to choke a horse.”
“And then the wine? Finish off that bowl before you answer.”
2,060 words.
Badb, Morrigan of Prophecy
“Delbaeth…has three daughters, the famous war-furies Badb, Macha, and Mórrígu, the latter sometimes called Anand or Danand.” (Macalister, 1941).
A Little Paranoia
He turned away in sudden thought. He moved only his eyes to look up at me, which I noticed were suddenly glittering like faceted garnets. “What did [the Red Woman] say to you? I know you didn’t write it all publicly.”
The eyes caught my focus. I could feel the heaviness of his request coaxing my tongue. I pulled my sight away and looked over his shoulder. The blue and pink painting of the miniature lotus blooms hung silently in place. “Never you mind.”
3,136 words.
With Apologies to Kelis
My clover brings all the bees to the yard
And they’re like, it’s not poisoned like yours
Damn right it’s not poisoned like yours.
I’d teach you, and not even charge.
Blessings Darlings!
I’m finally seeing a(…)
A Farewell Kiss
Where Keri finds out at last what everyone else already knew about her. Again. And in doing so, realizes there is no one she can trust. Not even herself.
2,867 words.
Dream Journal: 2013-06-15.01
A Collector tries to trap me. After several scenarios I finally get tired of his shit. Later, I find Pandora’s box has been tampered with again.
763 words.
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