The Blackwater Dream_Run, Little Rabbit_ A Dreamy Oasis_A Moonlight Reverie
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The Blackwater Dream
Last night I was in the black water. It happened the way it always happens. I wake up lying face up on ground that is covered by 2 inches of black water. No sky, no land; it’s a void. Yet the water ripples in places all around me. Somewhere far away, I hear The Elk slowly walking through the black water, the splashing sound playing against the sound of hooves against glass. The ground is obsidian. The Elk is a ghost. He will have left hoofprints of blood in his wake; they will have melted and spread through the water in ephemeral swirls until they are gone. He follows me everywhere, but I neve...
Run, Little Rabbit
The little polka dotted raincoat wasn’t doing much anymore. The rain came down so hard, so fast, and the wind whipped back her hood if she didn’t hold on to it. But if she tried to hold the hwww.onedoor.ccood with slick, clammy little fingers, the water ran down into her sleeves instead. And anywhere the water met her seams, it hissed like a kicked cat. There was the crack in her throat too. When droplets trailed down her cheeks, down her chin, down her jaw, they sometimes dripped down the line of her throat and into the exposed gash there. It threw up sparks, then, and made something in her vision go fuzzy...
A Dreamy Oasis
I feel a bead of sweat form and then run down my neck until it hits the edge of my damp tank top and disappears. My skin is hot and clammy from the heat of the sun. I take a moment to look up at the sun’s position, I squint and brush aside my sweat-soaked hair as I try to determine how long I’ve been walking. The cicadas are screaming around me, and I can smell summer in the air. I’m surrounded by tall tree trunks and a leafy green covering. I can just make out the sun through the leaves and see it’s starting to fade west. I estimate it’s been about three hours since I left my parent’s cabin. ...
A Moonlight Reverie
The whirring noise coming from inside the dashboard of Roy’s truck was driving him insane. He’d had it checked out at three different garages. He’d watched as the technicians opened her up and fiddled around with the cords and fans in there. They all shook their hard heads and shrugged their useless shoulders when they couldn’t find the source of that godawful racket. As he pulled into his driveway, the noise screamed louder at him and he banged his fist on the dash. The whirring continued. Grumbling curses under his breath he switched off the vehicle and jumped out. A sharp pain shot up his b...