Turn Thine Eyes Outward_Not a Dream Gift_Still Beating_The Rooftop Runners
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Turn Thine Eyes Outward
The Library Of EverythingEllie found herself in the Library in a dream. Or maybe it wasn’t a dream. Either way—she knew that the experience was something more than imaginary, but less than real. Ellie was a short, brown-eyed young woman with a blue-green knitted beanie that she wore most every day since childhood. Ellie did what she would normally do in a dream (or in a not dream)—she walked around, looking left and right, with her arms crossed.The Library was a liminal sort of place. It was at once a place known from childhood and also a place very foreign. It didn’t feel like it was somewher...
Not a Dream Gift
“Not a Dream Gift” by Elizabeth Fenley The dream deities must be pissed off. If I had to guess, Morpheus is delivering his messages in record numbers, his brother Phoebetor, the Son of Darkness, is bringing more nightmares, and Mara is sitting on the chests of the sleeping to pour nightmares into sleep-cycling brains. They have to be the ones responsible because the dreams are so palpable, so tangible that they exude from people as they go about their normal days. I have the misfortune of reading everyone’s dreams. I can’t control it—and I certainly don’t want it. It’s like music from the car ...
Still Beating
A sudden gust of wind tears through the empty bowels of the schoolhouse, whisking leaves and loose papers from their resting place along the bespeckled tiles, scattering them throughout the desolate halls. All that noise, that horrible rustling, it would’ve stirred me from my slumber if I’d been able to sleep. Nowadays, it appears sleep is a luxury only afforded to the dead. How long had I been hiding here? A few days? Weeks? It might as well have been years. The idea of time itself seems almost abstract at this point. As I peel back the cocoon of blankets and towels from the makeshift p...
The Rooftop Runners
“One day they will go too far, Stefan!” his older brother's words played back in his head. “Soon we will have to rise up and dare to be free again!”Sixteen-year-old Stefan watched a tired, silver dawn emerge behind the smokestacks of the main factory where he had just ended his twelvwww.onedoor.cce-hour night shift. The factories surrounding the town created a controlled border that forced the population into labor. No one could leave. As the population of the town increased so did the need for lodgings; houses were built upon houses creating their very own mountain-like topography. Stefan lived in the...