Month: February 2024

To Be Continued

A Moment Of Clarity

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“I am not ready….and now I feel as if I never again will or even can be,” she replied, afraid and confused but risking to speak with open honesty.

“Well,..I guess it’s up to me to help you feel differently,” he countered as an eyebrow quirked impishly but seriously.

And for the first time, she felt a glimmer of hope begin to wtiggle out from the rubble under which it had been burried by life’s prior catastrophes.

Psychology

Spell Of An Age

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After letting the dogs out, I shuffle into the bathroom to face what the night has done to me while sleeping.

Waiting until I finish brushing my teeth, I daringly look up and chuckle ruefully -” Ah, this is what I begin with today!” as I give myself a knowing look of enduring.

I begin to realize that it’s not about me and any perceived “flaws” or “failures.”

It’s that the energies often around me keep beating upon my fortitude, plying their wiles as attempting to reshape the face looking back at me.

Psychology

Analysis

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Ever since he announced his girlfriend, if I dream of them both in my vicinity where we are interacting, my clothes suddenly disappear.

And in both cases, whether it was creating art or obtaining replacement apparel, I avert my own attempts to compete.

I can only win in my life by just being me.

Psychology

Birthday Dreams

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Shoved too close to him and his girlfriend, I found myself in his car with them.

I was in the passenger seat and she was on the center console, legs across his lap and arm wrapped around his neck while she ever cozied into him.

As streams of never ceasing “I am so great at everything I do, don’t you agree Honey? – and so are you!” poured from her mouth enspelling him, I suddenly found that my clothes were completley gone in the bright daylight, yet luckily found part of a sheet from the car floor in front of me to drag up over my voluptuous naketude.

Embarrased does not quite describe the feeling – and I could not afford to dub it mortification.

Once we parked, I carefully got out and walked carefully backward away from them with the sheet still held in front of me until I reached a nearby bathroom and could change into a lightweight one piece jumper.

As I emerged, it became clear that many men and women were using these back rooms for sexual hookups – and I was relieved and surprised to find him at the front of the building, waiting for me at the entrance to a huge video arcade.

His girlfriend had already gone inside, I  assumed, and he stood tbere smiling at me.

Until now, I couldn’t figure out why or how I was dreaming of him because the dream had come without my asking, and he was so real here right in front of me.

As he then went to go purchase us tokens, I realized his being there was a birthday gift to me.

Dreams Come True Script

Dreams Come True [1] (Script)

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By Athena Stairs

First Drafted April 2016 / Rewrite In-Process as of February 2024

Present, Late Morning:

A tram slows to round a long curve in between the narrow channel of two raised banks of dirt formed like the inner sides of a canal.

As it straightens and passes through parts of an industrial low-income part of town, two tough-looking men are roughing up a young man along the upper edge of one side of the bank, and a woman dressed in layered robes brandishes a thick and gnarled wooden staff at him.

She seems to direct the men to push the younger man off from the top of the bank – and they grab him, knocking off his glasses, just as the tram rounds another curve, blocking the passengers’ view of the outcome.

Dusty, golden-hued sunlight filters inside the cab and a rippling of nervous tension and loud chattering breaks out as passengers call out to one another.

“Did you see that? That man on the bank above?”

“I think they pushed him off the edge!”

“No, it can’t be true!” whispers a young woman sitting next to a window with an open view to what has just happened and an expression of shock and dread upon her face.

Abruptly standing up in a state of panic, she turns and looks around frantically as a crowd surges back toward the rear-facing window, conjecturing and jockeying to see what is happening.

A few specks of glimmering dust settle briefly upon the woman’s coated shoulders as if to console her before they are whoosh-spiraled away by another passenger’s quick jogging past on his way to tell the operator to stop the tram.

Fingers white-knuckle-gripping the aisle poles in front of her, she begins pushing hard through the crowd to also catch any glimpse of the struggling young man…