Category: Random Memories
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Starweaver’s Return
If you dream of a room that shouldn’t be there, Or a stranger you know with the fairest of hair, Or of a time that’s not now, Or a place that’s not here, You may have been visited by a special sightseer Starweaver floats through the dreams of the sleeper Sometimes you wake, sometimes you…
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The Plummet
Hoisted what seemed like thousands of feet in the air, we dangled; me and my two lady friends, one on each side. I had no control over what was to happen next, it was up to one of them. They had the power to release us… to free us… to make us drop. I just…
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Existence
The room was quiet. The lighting was good; the TV off. Papers needed to be sorted… older ones destroyed, newer ones filed. That was where the problem was. The filing. Not my filing; THE filing. The music system, unplugged, powered up. White noise, increasing in volume, filled the room. If I wasn’t mistaken, I could…
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The Book
What appeared to be a leather-bound cover of the book opened. Even though there was no breeze, the pages flicked over, back and forth by themselves, before stopping at a certain page. The top corner was folded down, covering some of the text that was written at the top. The number 16 was clearly visible.…
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Anticipation
The room was full. Packed to the rafters. People had come from far and wide to hear me sing. How word had reached that far was beyond me. I don’t sing. I can’t sing. My stomach was in knots as the lighting was turned down. The guitarist was already on stage, warming up: but he…