“Fuck!” Kylie stopped to catch her breath, panting from exhaustion. “Did we lose it?”“I think so, but… K?” Jude spoke up the same way they usually did, quietly and hesitantly. “I… think we need to retreat.”“Yeah.” Tyler chimed in with a calm, gruff, matter-of-fact tone. “We’re out of our depth here. Just running isn’t good …[continue reading]

“Well, then. Goodnight, Finnegan.” Cedric began to leave, eager to escape the conversation he had been ambushed with before it devolved into small talk.“…So…” Dyllan spoke up with a slightly uneasy voice, causing Cedric to stop in his tracks. “What now?”Finn raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”“I dunno, this just feels like… a really …[continue reading]

“Well.” Dyllan looked around a bit, though he wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking for. “I guess it’s time for us to leave, then.”“I guess it is.” Cedric gave his own, cursory re-examination of the mindscape – just to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. He hadn’t. “Well then, Dyllan, I will see you …[continue reading]

“So. Anything else you want to add?” Cedric spoke slowly, with a small packet of skepticism tucked away inside a pouch of hesitation. “Any other observations, or elaborations on your very… succinct explanation?”“Nnnnn…” Andie dragged out the word, lost in thought for a short while. “…nnnope. Nope, I think that covers it.”“You sure? No big …[continue reading]

For a handful of moments, Cedric considered pointing out that Dyllan had just given a fairly eloquent example of that “philosophical stuff” he was supposedly “no good with” – or perhaps simply offering a more easily digestible introduction to the topic of philosophy. About a month ago, he’d found a compilation of short comics that …[continue reading]

Cedric looked up at the skies of Andie’s mindscape, full of curiosity toward what might change now that she had awoken as a fully fledged dreamwalker. Piece by piece, the rubble began to put itself back together, slowly but surely… returning to pretty much how it was when Cedric and Dyllan had first arrived – …[continue reading]

Andie pulled back one of her arms, leaving the other to hold off her Dream’s iteration of her Courage. She balled the newly freed hand into a fist, and released all the pressure that had been building within the sparks at her feet – unintentionally launching herself face first into and through the Dream and …[continue reading]

Every fiber of Andie’s being was strained under the pressure of her Dream’s forward push. It was excruciating, but she’d never been good at stopping or slowing down. The pain just made her want to push harder, to blow this stupid thing away so she could finally breathe. Once more in a feedback loop of …[continue reading]

Andie came to a sharp halt, using the sparks to end her involuntary flight. Usually, it was a bad idea to try and brute force your way through emotional issues. Simply ignoring and denying the voice in her head that told her to ignore and deny her “less mature” emotions held a deep irony to …[continue reading]

Andie breathed heavily and slowly, as brilliant orange flames gathered around her neck and reformed her scarf. She was exhausted, something she didn’t recall ever being while dreamwalking – until now of course. It seemed her new powers had a catch. Then again, emotional exhaustion was a real thing, so maybe this was just the …[continue reading]