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  • The Black Dream Cycle 5. The Moon Beasts

    “You don’t want them to notice you not working,” the white human man continued. I could feel his urgency and even in the dark I could form a clear picture of the panicked desperation that must have gripped his face. He breathed with a soft sigh at each exhale.  “Follow me,” he said and I…

  • The Baby Nightmares 3 – Pam’s Dream – Selections from Wes E. L.’s Dream Journal 

    The editor at the paper where a lot of my freelance work is published in print is a woman in her late thirties called Pam. We’re friends; she’s made the long trip out to my house to have dinner with Valeria and me, and we’ve met up before when we were in Asheville. She’s a…

  • The Black Dream Cycle 4. On the Moon

    I am a very lucky man to be in possession of the memory of traveling to the moon with the Brethren of Leng on the black ship. It is a worthwhile journey despite the destination. The view is stunning, the moon is like a damaged pearl hanging in the space above the Dreamlands like a…

  • The Baby Nightmares 2 – Hugo’s Dream – Selections from Wes E. L.’s Dream Journal 

    Recently I was at an Earth Fare in Asheville. I went to the city to meet with my father-in-law Hugo who lives there. He moved after a visit five or so years ago and I’ve enjoyed having him closer. I talk to my own father regularly, we check in once a week to catch up,…

  • The Black Dream Cycle 3. To the Moon

    There were black horns protruding from the turban that came to ornamental points. He had the appearance of a devil, cloven hooves and furry legs that gave the impression that he wore shaggy brown pants, and his smile felt so sinister to me. I remembered what the white cloak had said on the ship, that…

  • The Baby Nightmares 1 – Selections from Wes E. L.’s Dream Journal 

    My daughter, Octavia, is a young teenager and she enjoys the beach more than everything. I was there with her on the sand, we both moved like an impressionistic painting, the world around us was smeared and beautiful.  Where is your mother, I said without words. The water is so nice, she replied, and then…

  • The Black Dream Cycle 2. The White Ship

    I was submerged in the water and for a moment I was resigned to death. I felt swaddled in sure doom, surrounded by the cold, violet wet, and my lungs begged to be opened and filled with air. Just as I opened my mouth to inhale the violet wet, I was jerked up and out…

  • Valeria hates me – Selections from Wes E. L.’s Dream Journal 

    Valeria hates me. Or I assume she does. She used to like it when I wrote about her. She knows how much writing means to me, how much a part of myself writing is. But she won’t like this if she ever reads it. She won’t like this while she hates me.  I love Valeria.…

  • The Black Dream Cycle 1. The Fall

    Leeland, the Epic Hero There was a story in the University newspaper; “Black freshman assaulted at local bar.” Leeland would never read it, but it would be used as evidence in the university’s investigation into the incident. Local police also conducted an investigation, and the incident led to charges of a hostile environment for minority…

  • The D- of Rhasdwiis – Issue 2 – Sundown continued 

    Many preparations were made on Wiis for the coming Triple Night, when no light from the two suns of Wiis would reach the planet’s surface during a standard daylight cycle. The last one occured fifteen trounts, or about twenty eight years RET, ago and the military imposed a strict curfew, barring civilians from leaving their…