Premonition Stories

Chapter 10 Mystic Encounter That night I have a dream of a dark-skinned creature walking out of the woods. The creature is at least three times the size of a human, and has wings, hanging on both sides of his body. The wings are huge, so they must be heavy, but they do not look it, maybe because they are transparent, as if made of light-purple glass. It comes closer and I discern a more or less human-looking face with the...

Dream Time I (draft) Shortly after she'd sent me away at 12, feeling like a good horse or warm buffalo robe, my mother was returning me from a visit at the studio where she lived, to my father's house – we'd not stopped for homemade pie and coffees at the truck-stop as I’d hoped – when she looked over to me, questioning my long, unaccustomed quiet. She was taken aback by my appearance next to her in the passenger's seat....