My journal of big words and pretty pictures
She stayed in the shadows, avoiding the pools of ghostly light cast on the sidewalk by the street lamps. She sent out a silent prayer of thanks, grateful that there was no traffic on the normally busy avenue. Easily mistaken for a child, she was thin and small. Her coat, something she picked up at … Continue reading Press any key to escape
The story so far... Old Wives' Tale Charles Parker’s drinking was as predictable as night following day. When Lester Branch first pondered how to get rid of the hard-drinking, bad-tempered, wife-beating, child-killing bastard, he counted on the man being drunk when he showed up for work that day. His father, Russell, refused to hire the … Continue reading So shall you reap
The story so far... Old Wives' Tale I looked around the sunny, and welcoming atrium, and thought I’d like to live at Shady Grove one day. I would enjoy the peace and quiet. Forget placing my mother there, she would try to redecorate the comfortable room into another velvet-lined parlor. Marshall paced while I admired … Continue reading Shining a light into the dark
The ruins were hidden among the pristine McManions in a moneyed section of town. Shrouded in poison ivy vines and thorny brambles, the exterior was long ago worn away by harsh southern weather. Urban legends alleged its former occupants were geriatric cannibals that feasted on tender hooligans, or were metrosexual vampires, or more likely murderous run-of-the-mill … Continue reading Homeowner’s Association
I still can’t wrap my brain around it. Sitting alone on the desolate beach, I squint out at the horizon. The once vast, cerulean expanse is now a murky grey, its edges indistinct. A two-year-old article in Sky and Space Magazine predicted the phenomenon, but I didn’t pay much attention to the dire forecast. It … Continue reading Sweet cherry pie
The voices in my head are like little birds perched on the roof eaves, warbling discordant melodies. The chittering in my brain is incessant The nonsense pouring out ricochets around the attic rafters, rolling off the shingles through the gaping mouths of gargoyles as so much gurgling noise. Undamnedable, the cascade of words flood over … Continue reading Up on the roof
Thin spiral notebook 