Night City

dreams

blue eyes

[This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated September 28th, 1998] Dream of a child, born late and fully formed — with an unmistakeable look of recognition in her clear blue eyes. Another dream of a bazaar in Night City — somewhere in The Midlands, at least — and a momentary flirtation that, once over, stays with… Continue reading blue eyes

dreams

Mister O

Shut up in the darkness. “Leave her be, O, she’s in hell.” I demand her release from the Shadow Cupboard. A final kiss for my mistress and then I turned to look for my wife — seeing only a mad, wizened, blind creature scuttling in the darkness. Dear God. And I thought I was in Hell. Awakening with a story — whole… Continue reading Mister O