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Doubting the Dawn

Doubting the Dawn

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Sky Knowledge

Sky Knowledge

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Supernova1987

This story is based on two dreams. One where I was trying to find the 6th vark and the other while exploring the Cabinet of Rodin. I have worked the two together into a theme that has been revolving in my head the last week. A little Edgar Allen Poe for those who know him. Feedback welcome.


I think the Institute’s contract to discover the 6th Vark’s identity first revealed we were no longer in love with each other. The exact moment, 10.32 in the morning on the third day. We were in the House of Lineage in Strasbourg. As I was examining the 5th Icon for clues I remember she passed me; reaching out across the room. I reached out too, hoping to brush her fingertips, but as she passed we simply gathered the air between us and my hand returned to adjust the magnifying glass I was using.

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The Beach

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Slowing

slowing

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Another story from the archives. Transformation story.

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First Transition had warned me that the most painful moment would be forgetting my name but I had never taken it seriously. I was convinced that the tattoo would suffice, a coded image keeping me in touch with my mother and father all those leagues away. Now as I look at it all I see in an image of something I cannot remember gradually fading as my new skin pushes away the ink. Already I feel the constant hunger and, when I have fed, I know that Portside will become nothing but a distant and unintelligible memory.

Already there are missing parts. I share the knowledge of the First Transition which the sands pour into my mind every day. It becomes clearer, the connection between us all. Now I have only a few images of them. I see my mother sweeping all of the sand out of the house to…

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A Perfect Flaw

A perfect flaw.

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The Pale Horizon Beyond the Darkness

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Another story from 2011. How far would you go for even a remote possibility of a dream coming true?

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We rested for a moment. He lowered his elderly frame onto one of the many boulders that lay around us and he slowly removed first one and then the other sandal. Placing his hands on his knees, he raised his gaze to the hot midday sun and tried to slow his breathing. I offered him water one more time but as before he smiled at me without answering in that disconcerting way that made me wonder if he truly understood.

He was 87. He had told me many times the night before. He told me how he had travelled with the cattle trains across the delta straights, ridden the post barge up river to the city, how fever had taken him at the Tiger Foot Inn during the monsoon. His convalescence caused a great commotion amongst the missionaries, happy to have a new soul the save. He stayed through the winter and worked…

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First published in 2011, tonight’s reblogged story is a chilling tale of dreamscape detective work.

Supernova1987

It was a Tuesday morning in early June when I was called to investigate a curious incident by the sea. A hotel had been thrown into disarray at five in the morning by what could only be described as a herd of stampeding Rhinos. Luckily most of the patrons had been asleep at the time on the first floor and above. Only the night porter had been injured and taken to the local hospital with a broken arm and bruising down his left side. Aside from shock and nerves, most of the guests and staff were in good health but the proprietor could not be found.

This incident in itself would seem curious enough to most if it wasn’t for the fact that exactly seven minutes after the beasts had filled the ground floor spaces of the hotel causing countless damages, they had disappeared without any trace of exit or…

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