The Reno-Man
Just a quick note before we hop into the story – this update marks the 50th Lucid Dreaming post. That’s
Writer
Just a quick note before we hop into the story – this update marks the 50th Lucid Dreaming post. That’s
“Do you want wine with that?” I demand. They are the only words with which my vocal circuits have been
I meant to say no. Knew that he intended to ask me. Knew I had no intentions of spending my
The spotlight finds me. I tremble with stillness as the first beat rocks the world. My legs lift, slowly, painfully,
Here under pines made black by light and shadows I come sometimes to sit awhile, and think. Here beside the
“But I believe in you,” she says sadly, Charlie clutched to her chest. His one button eye glares at me
There’s nowhere left to hide. I never meant this to happen. I got caught up in it; and once I’d
In a fork between two branches, I watch the forest burn. I’ve heard people call fire a living thing. I
In the lane, slush sits heavy on the sides of the road, half-hearted snow still lingering in the centre of
The air is a presence against my skin. Strangers here have called it oppressive; air that you can taste, that