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Running Round A Dream
Read original story “Running Down A Dream” here https://blog.reedsy.com/short-story/03dhqg/ His eyes exploded wide open as the harsh sunlight hit them. Mikey had had one of those dreams again but this felt even more real than last time. He didn’t need to wrack his brain because every detail was etched into his mind. The lake. Sound of a boat’s engine. Voices. His best friend Warren was there. A close up of the T-shirt they bought during a group trip to the Mall last week. An enormous explosion. A time – 9、15am. Then once again Mikey woke up… Lying in bed with just his eyes blinking at the su...
Holey Hell
“Ramirez!” I hissed, “Keep your eyes open!”Ramirez jerked awake and then lazily lifted his head off the butt of his M16A4 rifle. “Sorry Jones,” he said, “It’s just so damn comfy outside.” “Maybe for you. I’m sweating bullets over here.”I bent over and shoved the tip of my collapsible shovel into the hardened, mostly clay, dirt at the bottom of my fighting hole. The humidity had reached a point where the air felt muggy and thick. Sweat soaked my camouflage utilities and seeped into my body armor. Ramirez lay in the prone, looking over the sights of his rifle at the forest beyond.“Are you almost...
Up in Smoke
The scream was the first indicator that all was not well in dreamland.Blaise growled beside me. We shared a look. And then I started running while she took to the skies with a beat of powerful wings.The wide trail dead-ended at a ditch. I slid to a stop at the top. Below, a father and his daughter cowered against the sandy incline while a creature out of nightmares slithered toward them.A Shadow basilisk. An eighty-foot snake as black as pitch, with eyes of fiery red. It held the pair paralyzed within that burning stare. Within seconds it would strike, and it wouldn't even need to constrict t...
Scatological Musings
CW: FaecesI don’t want to come out. It’s warm and cosy in here. Being rudely ejected into a cold pool of water sounds horrific. Then to slide through the pipes to a facility where they repurpose you for drinking water? Thanks, but no thanks.The more open-minded stools among us say it’s a big adventure. They say it’s a kind of reincarnation—an alchemy of sorts. Yet, as a proud member of the Brown family, I would rather remain solid, with my dignity intact. Those open-minded stools are a bit on the runny side, full of contemptuous liquids. They yield in form to whatever they touch—a clear sign o...