We were at the Renaissance festival in Washington Gardens; a beautiful southern park which sits along the banks of the Intracoastal Waterway. A place where you could lay your blanket and picnic under the canopy of ancient oaks, as pods of dolphins breech the surface and play in the blue green waters just a few [...]
Filed in In Dreams, short stories No Responses yet
She stood in the doorway of the veranda, the moon shining through the branches, casting eerie shadows over the lawn. She watched as he pulled out of the circular drive, his taillights disappearing into the night; remembering his last words, wondering if she’d ever see him again, knowing full well she didn’t want to live [...]
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It was a small southern town in the 1950‘s, just like every other, all across these “united” states. They were standing on the corner outside the drugstore; where the sign on the door read, “No Coloreds Allowed.” Threes brothers in their late teens and early twenties, all of them the spitting image of their [...]
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My mission was clear, determined in the hours preceding my slumber. A journey must be made in order to obtain the necessary information to formulate my plot. And so under the cloak of darkness, when my body and mind were at rest and the door to world’s unknown lay open and waiting, my spirit took [...]
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My dreams took me back last night; to a place I haven’t been in over a decade; a place I never imagined my self being, and never want to be again.
Ten years devoted.
Ten years spent.
Irretrievable.
Broken.
Gone forever.
I entered through the familiar front door; the scent that was us overwhelmed and stopped me in my tracks. My [...]
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He wanders aimlessly through worlds of destruction; mist colored mountains, too blinded to see. A victim of self-induced misfortune, an inflicter of pain. Endless. Eternal. Walking through the flames, wearing the scars like badges of honor; baptisms of fire consecrated in vain.
Infinite lifetimes spent. Second-hand knowledge attained. Wasted on this tortured mind; soul hollowed eons [...]
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I came upon him in the woods; sitting on a bench nestled among a patch of wild ferns growing along the trail; dapples of sunlight playing on his face. I could tell, even behind sunglasses that his eyes were closed in quiet contemplation. Perhaps it was the tilt of his head or the relaxed posture [...]
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Feeling old, past her prime, out of the loop as it were; sitting in solitude, quiet contemplation; sipping pink spirits, sweet nectar de Paris; watching from a distance, always at a distance; some foolhardy, others a disgrace, but no two the same and none of particular interest.
When in the wee hours he came, from his [...]
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What if you slept
And what if in your sleep you dreamed
And what if in your dream you went to heaven
And there you plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if when you awoke
You had the flower in your hand
Oh, what then?
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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