Passage 21 - Talking In Circles

"Oh," I say. "Yes. We've been looking for you. How have you been?" "Dead," says the giant. If I'd known someone important was stabbing my ankle, I probably wouldn't have squashed her. Probably. "Yes," I say. "Sorry about that." She rumbles laughter at me. Her breath stinks like something died in her mouth. Well, maybe that's just how the breath of a frog's resurrected wife smells. Of course she's a freak. What sort... more

May 23

Passage 20 - Well-Met by Sunlight

There is one giant sniff. I can feel it lift my hair so it's standing on end. Then there's the inevitable exhale and I'm covered in slime I'd rather not think about. "You," rumbles a voice that sounds oddly familiar. I feel queasy, possibly enough to through up where I'm curled up on the grass. The scrubby trees around me haven't stopped whatever it is lowering its head down to be right over me. Something giant and covering me with snot and slobber. This... more

May 23

Passage 19 - Victory Of A Sort

I stomp every damn foot out of that mud-soaked swamp of nothingness. I lose my shoes. With each step, life creeps up on me. There are reeds encroaching on the mud and the patches of sucking mud start to become pools of water stood on slightly more solid mud. The pools start to connect and the reeds grow so that they obscure my vision in every direction, including behind me. Which is odd but appropriately dreamlike. Then the odd blasted, half-grown shrub becomes a stand of greener, healthier... more

May 16

Passage 18 - Drain The Swamp

My surroundings change in less than a blink of an eye. I don't even realise that things have changes until my foot squelches in mud. How is that possible, even in a dream? Of course, it'll be that damned panda's fault but... how does the scenery go from towering columns to flat, empty swamp just like that? This is too much. I can't cope. I just want to go home. I want to wake up in my nice clean hotel bed and stumble to the en-suite where I can stare at blood shot eyes,... more

May 16

Passage 17 - What Helps You, Helps Me

I am Empanda, says this overgrown bundle of cuteness. I want to run forwards and hug her, save her from herself or whatever cute misadventure she's about to bumble into. I want to run away as fast as I can. And you are known to me, she says. Bully. Coward. Liar. Heartless. Cruel. "That's a bit rich coming from a goddess who raised her children to chase strangers for kicks," I protest. They are merely children being young and amusing themselves, she says dismissively. You are... more

May 16

Passage 16 - But Not For Everyone

"Who am I talking to?" I ask again. "And who do I speak to about the service here? It's terrible." The rumble is wordless for a moment - not silent but wordless, like thunder - then says, "You're not supposed to be here." "Are you saying I don't deserve to be in Heaven? What sort of customer services is this?" Whatever wine it was we drank on my sister's hen night pub crawl obviously does not agree with my imagination. This dream is... more

May 16

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