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Dream Theory is an online publication focused on fiction, art and essays, founded 2024. Our mantra is "Narrative, unbound". #Writers #Writing #Publisher #Publishing https://dreamtheory.media

“I shut my eyes and wake up in the past. A rapier pins my heart between its beats with the soap-and-lilies smell of your shampoo and the dusty soul-stuff of antique books…” Don Norum’s flash fiction “The Art of Forgetting” is now live! www.dreamtheory.media/the-art-of-f...

The Art of Forgetting

by Don Norum I shut my eyes and see your face.  My memX brings you back not just as a vibrant swirl of sunlit laughter, but the shiver at my fingertips as they brush the short hairs on your neck, th...

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“I shut my eyes and wake up in the past. A rapier pins my heart between its beats with the soap-and-lilies smell of your shampoo and the dusty soul-stuff of antique books…” Don Norum’s flash fiction “The Art of Forgetting” is now live! www.dreamtheory.media/the-art-of-f...

The Art of Forgetting

by Don Norum I shut my eyes and see your face.  My memX brings you back not just as a vibrant swirl of sunlit laughter, but the shiver at my fingertips as they brush the short hairs on your neck, th...

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“They penned diabolical monsters you longed to vanquish. But when the artist confessed that every character was them in disguise, they should have added, ‘Especially the monsters.’“ Liz Levin’s “You Are Invited to the Artist’s Unmaking” is now live! www.dreamtheory.media/you-are-invi...

YOU ARE INVITED TO THE ARTIST’S UNMAKING

by Liz Levin Which artist?   * They made you feel seen, their protagonists your double. But when the artist championed the overlooked, they never meant you.  * They penned diabolical monsters you ...

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“I know everything about you. I even know what will happen next.” “No,” I said, snapping up. “You don’t know that. No one does.” Matt Bliss examines loss and acceptance in “Even Talking Trees Die”, now live on Dream Theory: www.dreamtheory.media/even-talking...

Even Talking Trees Die

by Matt Bliss The tree talked to me.  “I have something to tell you,” it said to me in a voice clearer than an August night in South Fork. I was only seven then, awkward with those pudgy little arms...

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“I used to love hospitals. Being inside them. Their corridors and wards, as familiar as the veins crawling up my arm. The creaking leather chairs, womb-like in their enveloping.” Callum Rowland’s “Healing Properties of a Hypodermic to the Hippocampus” is live! www.dreamtheory.media/healing-prop...

Healing Properties of a Hypodermic to the Hippocampus

by Callum Rowland I used to love hospitals. Being inside them.   Their corridors and wards, as familiar as the veins crawling up my arm. The creaking leather chairs, womb-like in their enveloping. U...

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“Magic still suffused them, glittering like motes of light-reminders of Solsulien’s lingering influence. It should have been comforting, but instead, it merely filled him with dread.” Catherine Yeates’ “Epiphany at the Temple of the Shadow Goddess” is live! www.dreamtheory.media/epiphany-at-...

Epiphany at the Temple of the Shadow Goddess

by Catherine Yeates  Steam poured off the seared edges of the columns that littered the temple floor. Brother Anselzar stepped carefully through the wreckage, his long robes trailing over the rubble....

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“Magic still suffused them, glittering like motes of light-reminders of Solsulien’s lingering influence. It should have been comforting, but instead, it merely filled him with dread.” Catherine Yeates’ “Epiphany at the Temple of the Shadow Goddess” is live! www.dreamtheory.media/epiphany-at-...

Epiphany at the Temple of the Shadow Goddess

by Catherine Yeates  Steam poured off the seared edges of the columns that littered the temple floor. Brother Anselzar stepped carefully through the wreckage, his long robes trailing over the rubble....

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“…it feels wasteful to count the seconds here, at the end of time. But I know it must be there. In the depths of my heart, I know that you wouldn’t abandon me to this fate.” “At the Threshold, There was Light” by Elijah J. Mears is now live! www.dreamtheory.media/at-the-thres...

At the Threshold, There was Light

by Elijah J. Mears I don’t know how long I’ve been looking for a way out—it feels wasteful to count the seconds here, at the end of time. But I know it must be there. In the depths of my heart, I kno...

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“…it feels wasteful to count the seconds here, at the end of time. But I know it must be there. In the depths of my heart, I know that you wouldn’t abandon me to this fate.” “At the Threshold, There was Light” by Elijah J. Mears is now live! www.dreamtheory.media/at-the-thres...

At the Threshold, There was Light

by Elijah J. Mears I don’t know how long I’ve been looking for a way out—it feels wasteful to count the seconds here, at the end of time. But I know it must be there. In the depths of my heart, I kno...

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