Dream/Submittal/Blah

i was talking to the lovely kendra today. she has got me to thinking. i never considered submitting anything to any online or print mags before but now there is a possibility i might. 
still thinking about it but what's the harm right? i guess. not sure where to start. 
she suggested pineapplewar and no posit for starters. don't know much about either of these places but if anyone has any suggestions that would be great...

i have found stephen daniel lewis' blog today and read some of it. i am attempting to edit 
his crap story he calls continents. just kidding. i like it. thats why i am messing with it. i am also working on various other things. among my school work and editing sdl's story i am in the process of semi-writing two stories that i have no idea the direction, tone, length or any sort of crap that they will involve. one i have like 20 lines for. the other is like 2 pages single spaced, maybe. i don't know, i havn't typed it yet. i think i have become more optimistic about my ability to write

i am listening to casiotone for the painfully alone's toby take a bow. i like this song.

ok so this is one of the dreams that i had a couple days ago, saturday i think. i might post the other one later. not sure yet. it isnt written particularly well written,  i don't think but i like it well enough and it is pretty accurate from what i remember, maybe.



In Clutched Hands

they stood there hunched against the wall
they didn’t move
they only mumbled words of power
i couldn’t understand what they were saying
but it sure didn’t sound like anything i had ever heard before

i never really thought much of them before
they seemed to be a part of the environment
as if they were intertwined with the substance and presence of their surroundings
there were three of them
all looked the same
they looked like, at full stature, they would stand at about seven-foot tall
their bodies were entirely black
a black so dark it seemed to absorb all light around it
although they were lanky and nothing but skin and bone
they exuded power in a different sense than physical
a power that we shouldn’t have messed with

their foreheads and cheeks were sunken in
their eye-sockets seemed to be void of what they were formed to hold
the darkness of their bodies were contrasted
by the small, pale, beige loincloth that loosely hung around each of their waists

in their clutched hands
each of the three held a small golden idol
one was angel-like
one, bed-like
and the third, book-like
they looked as if they were made of sand
and they would crumble at any moment
but still, they held them so tight

before i had never really noticed them
but now i increasingly grown weary and cautious of their presence
they began to speak louder than before
it made me nervous

i spoke to Anya and Luke about them
who’s room the other two occupied
we all agreed that something should be done
we decided to try crushing the fragile figures
that were clutched in their bony fingers
we each chose one
Luke would crush the bed
Anya would crush the book
and i would crush the angel

we stood next to them and held our hands out to crush them

1

2

3

we each pinched the figure between our index finger and thumb
they crumbled to dust
instantly the creature i stood next to stopped mumbling
it jerked its head violently and stared deep into my eyes
it felt like it was stealing a part of me
the next moment everything dissolved into emptiness
and i found myself laying on a walkway of cement next to the road
i was disoriented but managed to stand
next to me was Anya
i fervently searched the surrounding area but saw no sign of Luke
i had no idea what happened or where he was
i didn’t even know where i was

i realized Anya and i were standing on the sidewalk of quaint suburban neighborhood
it looked oddly familiar

it was where i had lived through half of elementary school
through the beginning of high school

i grabbed Anya’s hand
we had to move
i could feel them coming.