Some posts form chapters in the story "Transformations".
To follow it in chronological order, begin with Glenn.
 
Peter on April 10th, 2009

Summers in New Hampshire provide a teenager with blissfully warm weather and an abundance of distractions from the boredom that seems to accompany the day-to-day existence of the young. There were the streams in which I’d fish for trout, and the marinas filled with pickerel, and Weirs Beach with its small mouth bass. My [...]

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Petan on April 10th, 2009

It’s not that I float. That indicates the possibility of falling, and there is none. It’s not that I have a position in space. There is no space. It’s not a dimension, or a plane of existence that I exist in. These are all concepts of a physical manifestation, and there is nothing physical about [...]

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Jane on April 11th, 2009

I tried to make Him understand that day. Tried so hard to give him the images and emotions of my experience the night before.  But his subconcious resisted, and turned it into a dream about being in a jeep chased by a dinosaur through a jungle. A nightmare, for sure, but not the nightmare I’d [...]

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Staci on May 19th, 2009

by Kazantzakis from Zorba the Greek
I remember one morning when I discovered a cocoon in the back of a tree just as a butterfly was making a hole in its case and preparing to come out. I waited awhile, but it was too long appearing and I was impatient. I bent over it and breathed [...]

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