Stories tagged dream

Rescued From A Dream

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There were six people on the bridge, myself included, and we were making our way across when something exploded—it was more a rifle shot than explosion, actually—and it cut like a razor through the delicate fabric of the moment.

My Wife's Dream

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He was a Jack Russell terrier hanging like a baby in a carrier strapped to my chest He had all four legs wrapped around me and was licking me with his long tongue I asked him what his name was, and in a real low voice he said Min


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Snails roam the sofa, mount its curlicue-d arms and surface: golden snails, mustard-coloured, ink-black. Snails ring my wrists and earlobes, clattering like jewellery.

Dream of Burying My Grandmother Who Has No Grave

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We buried her upright, in the stance of warriors.

Everything and Nothing

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Joe thought of Evelyn. Walt of Charley. Annabelle dreamt of Paolo in an autumn in Cordoba. Everyone who stayed at Mrs Jackanoe’s guest house in Room 17 and found the note also found some long forgotten feelings.

My Love For You Is Real

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Caroline smiles before reaching out to touch a shapeless shadow dancing on the wall, closing her eyes as the bumps in the primer serve brail to oncoming dreams.

The Shadow

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"Did I have a dream, or did the dream have me?" - Rush, "Nocturne"


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How could you run from me now? The loneliest child in the house

Pectoralis Minor

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Her thumbs tucked beneath the waistline of her pants, slightly pulling them down to expose the eternity between belly button and bliss. I looked up at her as I slid my tongue along the rail of her hip, sucking at its point.

Ante Meridiem

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Still dipped in night...


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There are cat whiskers grazing my face. I can’t open my eyes. I slide my hand under the sheets. It’s cool there. An impression. This is where she would be.


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I dreamt of dark tidings, of shadowed doors and a porpoise, trapped, seeking outlet from behind jumbled rubble in watery depths. Bad omens, indeed, that tell of setbacks,…


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Last night I had a dream. In it my ears were clogged. I couldn't find any q-tips.

His Laugh is My Yellow (or explaining skin color to a six-year-old boy)

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Max is the color of burnt caramelized sugar the sweet crust that decorates our bright enameled pots.

His Laugh is My Yellow (or explaining skin color to a six-year-old)

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Max is the color of burnt caramelized sugar the sweet crust on our bright enameled pots.