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STORY STARTER
A person realizes they have the ability to enter and control dreams.
Explore the consequences of this ability, both good and bad.
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Last Night in october, dark outside, cold inside, I waited for phone call, outside cold and dark, and raining a little. The lamp on the street is blinking, something wrong with the bulb or something wrong with the connection. Maybe is the tight day to improve the activity and start the new action, who know it....
Dream Journal: Danny
4-22
I dreamt of not being able to run again. It was typical. I had to use mailboxes to move down a road. But something was different. There was a woman at the end of the road. As I pushed my way to the last mailbox, I could move again, and there she was—a beautiful Brunette in a long, flowy red dress. I couldn't remember much after that, but that was a change I wouldn't mind ...
Awaking, this shall come to pass.
Vision shattered like a glass.
I survey this sinking sky.
Observing, I see you, me and Eli.
Maybe we’re dreaming.
What was I thinking?
My awareness is shrinking.
What’s this scene that I am seeing?
You, tears falling so sweetly.
He, catching them so gently.
Me, witnessing you both grieving -
Me, then I take control.
I’m seeing…
Things we fine without...
Grace was a hot coffee person—didn’t matter the time of year or hour in the day she *needed* hot coffee. Her favorite spot was Grey Star Cafe. Instead of the usual uncomfortable wooden tables Grey’s embraced luxury and privacy with tiny reading nooks you could rent by the hour. She paid for her coffee and 3 hours of nook time.
Cup of coffee acquired she moved to the back of the cafe towards her f...
It’s dark here.
Soggy, almost. No. Musty? I don’t know. The world is vague, except for a few gleams of dots and patterns that occasionally cross my vision. Otherwise, it’s just a gray haze that I lie in, until, that is, it falters into another reality.
Losing consciousness is a waiting game that takes time—the longer you think about it the longer it takes. The longer your heart races in exciteme...
THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF ESCAPIST AND STALKER.
Finally, he was in control. No voice in his head, no ghost pulling the strings.
It was a rare thing, nowadays, to be in charge of himself. To do what he wanted.
So he slept.
Tonight, he was going to give her a real dream, a good dream. One that didn’t involve him murdering her in the alley. One where he could tell her the truth again, like he used t...
The Conjurites, or Conji, were a magical people. And Ana was lucky to be among them. Of those born to typical backgrounds, about one of every five hundred turned out. But this number jumped to nearly one in twenty if both parents were Conji.
She was the youngest. Both of her older brothers were magically innate. One day, they would be expelled from the community to the Surrounds, where the innate...
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