Another rather personal poem.
Another story fragment featuring my urban fantasy character, including Loki. One day I hope to have enough material to weave into a full length novel.
Some more writing related musings in poetry form.
More corvid stuff, this time I use the characters from the last story but exclude the crow. I wanted to describe the first meeting between the jackdaw and the mischievous magpie brothers (I think I have a thing for trickster characters).
Title is borrowed from the Owl City song from the movie about a different kind of bird.
Deep within a night of sleep,
There are dreams that lie in wait.
Some are pleasant, some are bad,
Most are reruns of your life.
Relive days that you have spent,
With your friends in foreign lands.
Take a stroll down memory lane,
As your body gets its rest.
Or your brain might play a trick,
Undress you and force you out.
Wander dreams in huge distress,
Write a test you never had.
All the things you saw and liked,
The brain takes these and blends them up.
Superheroes fighting cats,
Or space ships made of gingerbread.
Though bizarre dreams are preferred,
To the nightmares you can have,
The fact is that you cannot choose.
It is your brain that calls the shots.
This is more of a scene than a proper story with a plot, as I try out this idea of writing a longer work featuring corvids. Here some new characters appear, the crow is meant to be the same one monologueing in the scarecrow story I wrote earlier.
Born from the realization that some things that are good for you personally, can actually come from something unpleasant for another (like how a sick employee gives me more hours to work and earn money).