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You know how you feel when you wake up from a dream, and the bits of dream slowly slip through your fingers, and all you can hang on to is a lingering feeling of love, or guilt, or fear.  That’s all I remember, except, like a dream, for a few of the most important good and bad parts.  I dreamed something important happened, but I don’t remember what or why, and I feel a aimless inspiration.  I dreamed that I loved someone, but I don’t remember who, and I feel empty.  I feel bad about this, but I know that, in time, I won’t remember that I felt bad about a dream, and eventually I will forget that I felt bad at all. (more…)

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You know how you feel when you wake up from a dream, and the bits of dream slowly slip through your fingers, and all you can hang on to is a lingering feeling of love, or guilt, or fear.  That’s all I remember, except, like a dream, for a few of the most important good and bad parts.  I know something important happened, but I don’t remember what or why.  I know that I loved someone, but I don’t remember who.  I feel bad about this, but I know that, in time, I won’t remember what I felt bad about, and eventually I will forget that I felt bad at all. (more…)

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Of course she didn’t recognize me when I connected to her. She looked at me a moment, her head askance, then said “We were Childs together. Right? Or shortly thereafter?” She was right. We had trained together in the same cohort, although we only met briefly through mutual acquaintances at the very end of our childness. There had never been a connection or even an exchange, merely an acknowledgment.

“Mary,” I began. “Do you believe what they say about dreams?” (more…)

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Marcello and Towen

“Listen, Marcello, nobody wants to do this job. That’s why you are earning twice as much as I am to do it. Do it well, and you will be qualified for a better position next year.”

Marcello listened to Towen’s speach, again. This was the third time today that Towen had lectured him on the importance of diligence.

“All I’m saying, Towen, is that this job is desiccating. I’m less worried about making it through the year than I am about making it through the day.” (more…)

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Praenomen

(I couldn’t figure out how to end this, so I will just post it)

“Jacob is a liar. You can’t believe a word he says.” I could feel Thess’ words drift along the table, turning heads as they went. (more…)

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This is a short story I wrote. To listen to it in audio format recorded by a friend, click here: http://kundor.org/pub/mammoth.mp3

tap tap tap

The sound came from the window. I looked across the dark room and saw the shadow on the curtains. I knew what it meant. She was here. She had come for me. I slipped out of bed, kissed my husband on the head, and left, forever. (more…)

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