Talk 22 – Dreams
Serial Fiction That you have in common with gypsies. What? Disdain for formal clothing. I hear music approaching. Ah yes, my brothers do that every night when they’ve had enough brandy. They come here...
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Serial Fiction That you have in common with gypsies. What? Disdain for formal clothing. I hear music approaching. Ah yes, my brothers do that every night when they’ve had enough brandy. They come here...
Serial Fiction No cigarette for me, thank you. I quit. I never took you for a quitter. Before I eat I want you to tell me what you know. Every day is a gift....
Serial Fiction Suddenly the great hall lit up with fiery splendor. That was the last beautiful woman he saw in his time. For in hell there were no beauties. (Don’t get me wrong most...
Serial Fiction With doubt and uncertainty brewing inside him a gazer of rage manifested itself to the world. He grabbed a random bottle full of blue liquid and threw it fiercely on the wall....
Serial Fiction The Brewer was grateful to God or the Devil (whoever was in charge of that bullet) that Meko didn’t shoot him in the face. Because wounds stay with you. He had seen...
Serial Fiction At the time he thought it was just a clumsy slip. And that was all it would have been if it were not for that strange ‘drunken’ man. Drunks thought everyone...
Serial Fiction The more he listened the closer he got to the conclusion that there was nothing that could be done to fix it. It was not fixable. That was one of the...
Serial Fiction He was not anticipating for something wrong or unplanned-for to come upon him on the fourth floor. Being ready with a hat full of improvisations was priceless at a moment when...
He woke up seven minutes past midday. Well rested but a bit thoughtful. The euphoric reaction in his head had faded leaving a gap, a vacant space in his mind in need of filling....
It was quite a work out carrying all the eighty-five pieces. He had calculated one extra in the batch of paintings for a special threat. He could not wait to leave the storage. He...
Serial Fiction ‘Jackson, I see your pain. Most importantly you carry your mistakes with honor not shame. You live in shackles but your mind is free. You have mastered life. You are most...
Serial Fiction Jackson stood there empowered by the situation. The man was a very short ginger headed stout. His skin was paler than yogurt and his teeth darker than gold. He walked straight...