Saturday's Storyteller: Blueprints

Blueprints
by Belinda Roddie

My dreams have prophesied, perhaps, my future stories.

Whether or not I write them is an entirely different matter altogether.

A friendship through cosplay gone wrong.

A strange play that, once a smash hit, tanks with each revival - until a new director enters the fray.

All REM enterprises, somehow, weaving a coherent thread.

Now it's up to me to somehow build a tapestry from these strings.

Wish me luck.

I'm gonna need it.



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