djublonskopf

djublonskopf

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4 years ago @ octopus pie - #768 - leftovers · 6 replies · +3 points

I know this isn’t story related, but what is Will cutting here?

7 years ago @ octopus pie - #1003 - a muse · 0 replies · +9 points

http://www.octopuspie.com/2013-11-05/631-the-heck...

She let him sleep on the other side of her tent.

7 years ago @ octopus pie - #998 - america jones · 0 replies · +2 points

http://www.octopuspie.com/2007-12-31/090-undocume...

It was more than nine years ago!

7 years ago @ octopus pie - #997 - the dreamers · 0 replies · +7 points

He took his insurance payout and split.
http://www.octopuspie.com/2017-02-07/982-jackie-a...

7 years ago @ octopus pie - #987 + 988 - this conv... · 0 replies · +44 points

Mobby.

Mobby no.

7 years ago @ octopus pie - #978 - powder keg · 0 replies · +4 points

This wasn't the one I wanted to be right about . . ..

7 years ago @ octopus pie - #978 - powder keg · 2 replies · +2 points

Mike doesn't seem to be stirring . . ..

8 years ago @ Broodhollow - Nightmare Discussion: ... · 0 replies · +2 points

I kept being visited by glowing, green, galloping horses. Tiny ones, like six could fit on my pillow.

I don't even know where I learned what horses were, but they would come, galloping through the air and toward my bed and they would dance around my mattress, terrifying me. I assumed they were ghost horses or something. They always looked enormous coming down the hall but then they were tiny when prancing near my head.

At the time, I believed I was awake when it was happening, but I may have been young enough that I couldn't distinguish dreams from reality. Either way, I was terrified. It happened so many times . . ..

8 years ago @ Broodhollow - Today's Weather · 0 replies · +1 points

It's happening . . ..

8 years ago @ Broodhollow - Today's Weather · 1 reply · +13 points

Isn't Zane's paper journal also immune to the memory effects of living in Broodhollow?

It's just one more reason to buy the book . . . you can't trust your own memory (or the archive) . . ..