My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Black motes float acoss my vision, dancing upon vitreous pools of tannic illuminations, spinning to a waltz unheard by all save me. Taunting, teasing, coaxing me to swim with the inky eels and snakes. The contagion of my illness passes easily to those around me. As if the presence of abstract thought and unsuppressed passion … Continue reading Contagion
"I truly had no idea how deranged he was." Maud twisted her handkerchief into a knot. "There was be no way to know, unless a person was just as evil." Agatha consoled her friend. "His level of depravity is beyond understanding." "He was so beautiful," Maud sounded like a young maiden again. "It was if … Continue reading Storm brewing
She keeps pushing to do stuff the Big Guy said not to do. I want to satisfy her wishes, but there's some epically bad juju involved when crossing Him. I blame the snake.
She left her shoes at the edge of the rushing water. It was easier to feel her way across the wet stones when she was bare-footed. The swirling cold of the rapids tickled her skin where she lifted her skirt above her knees. Slowly making her way to the far bank, Raeanne caught the glint … Continue reading Worry stone
Yellow nicotine stains the glass, giving my world a jaundice hue. She took the cranks to keep me from opening the windows. That didn't stop me though. I worked my fingers bloody on the metal cogs, just for a little breeze, and to see the deep green of the trees outside. Even with the jalousies … Continue reading Trapped inside
Maud broke loose of Agatha's embrace and began unfurling the tent flaps, blocking prying eyes from witnessing their reunion. While the two women spoke in hushed tones, Duncan watched, fascinated at the change in his usually stoic mother, now animated and smiling. He gathered pillows for them to lounge on, along with woven rugs to … Continue reading A vital ally
Thin spiral notebook 