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Dream Talk

How many of you out there can control your own dreams? I never realized this was something not everyone could do. All my life I’d been controlling my dreams, using them to explore new avenues that would later end up in one of my stories.

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Life Update 5.2.18

Well hello there! This post is going to be quite a change in pace from what I normally post on my blog. But here goes nothing. Most likely if you’re following this blog, you’ve read one or many of my short stories. I want to start off by thanking you guys for reading my work and sticking around to read more! Through all the ups and downs in my life, writing has been my rock, the one thing I always return to that helps me get through the rough patches. So it makes me so happy that people actually enjoy my writing and want to see more of it!

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Dimension Detectives

Eevie shivered. Stepping through a dimensional portal always made her skin crawl. Wet goop caressed her skin, sticking to her molecules and rearranging them to send her to her desired destination.

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Callum

Dragging a boxcutter across the package tape, the sound acted as a brief distraction to their never ending rumors. I clipped my boxcutter back to my belt and unpacked yet another box on my own. You see, we’d worked out an agreement. Work was divided between two separate groups. Me versus them. And guess who had more boxes unpacked, clothes sensored and hung up. That’s right, me.  

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Be Careful What You Wish For

“What did you just do?” He was gasping for air, slouched over while clutching his chest in agony. His skin was as pale as refrigerated milk and when I reached out to him, my fingertips sent another shockwave through him causing him to stumble into the mantle beside the couch.

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The Laundromat

Watching clothes tumble in the spin cycle of a washing machine in a dingy barely lit laundromat really does something to a person. My thumb rubs across the top of a lighter but no flame comes of it. I flick my not even lit cigarette into a pile of mushroom encrusted clothes stationed below flickering lights. I don’t even know why I do it, I’m not even a smoker. I suppose it was for a dramatic entrance but no one’s even here to see it. As I step over moss covered laundry baskets, I can’t help but wonder how my simple life of being an elementary teacher has lead to this.

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E is for Engulfed

Kyi rubbed his bloodied face across his sleeve, leaving a trail of crimson behind. Wincing in pain, he continued rubbing his eye, hoping to see the hooded girl more clearly. Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain, the gushing gash above his eyebrow kept his vision clouded with a steady flow of blood. “If not Astrans, then who?”