The desert winds moaned softly like a child in the throes of a nightmare. A full moon spoiled an otherwise perfectly dark night.  The glow of the city and the setting sun were too far away from this place to be noticed.  It was isolated and remote.  Desolate.

Then, something stirred.

The sandy soil crumbled, its surface breaking apart like the sound of crackling bacon.  A skeletal hand clawed its way out, the bones bleached from a fire.  Another hand followed.  Soon enough of the two morbid appendages sprouted enough to find purchase sufficient to pull itself up from the gravelly depths.

The skeleton pulled itself out of the hole it had been buried. It shook off the earth like a dog from a bath.  The curse had begun.

From atop a large stone, the skeleton grabbed a white straw hat with a red, white, and blue band.  Nearby, a wooden cane hung from the limb of a Palo Verde tree from the crook of its hook.  Spindly bones grasped that item, as well.

The moaning winds changed pitch and tempo emerged.  The echoed music of a calliope followed.  The skeleton placed the hat on its skull.

“Ladies and gentleman,” announced the fleshless thing, “what if I were to tell you that there is no such thing as imagination. Suppose for a moment that everything people think of as a glimmer of inspiration is, in fact, a glimpse into another existence.”

The creature walked over the gravelly surface of the desert and swung out the cane for emphasis.  “That is the bitter pill, my friends.  The truth of the matter.  There is no imagination.  No creativity.  Only an uncanny extra-sensory perception into other realms.  Infinite realities which we think we dream up, but are only bled through radio stations to the receivers of our brains.”

“Everything that is written down as fiction is just another version.  With that in mind, allow me to take you through just some of those alternate realities.  Reflections of events, seen through the lens of other worlds.  Every one of the following is absolutely true.”

The skeleton held its arms wide.  It bowed.  Then, it began to tell three tales.

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