My journal of big words and pretty pictures
It was the smell that Vince would remember. That warm milk, piss and vomit mélange that always made him think of elementary school. Mix in the lingering pall of old, grimy oil, and the bitter tang of iron oxide on the back of his tongue, Vince felt like he was walking through a cloud of bad … Continue reading Warm milk and old oil
Aside from being the Chief Cook and Bottle Washer of my family, I am also the Chief Accountant. That means twice a month, it is I who drags out the checkbook, opens my laptop, and clears whatever household accounts payable are due. SO. MANY. ZEROS! I’ve said this before, but aside from my disdain for … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Money
“It is a violent, discordant assault on the ears!” James stomped around Wei’s apartment, his hands pressed firmly over his ears. His heavy footfalls made the vintage LP skip on Wei’s turntable. She put out both arms, grabbing him by the shoulders to stop his pacing. She wanted to put her hands around his neck, … Continue reading Vicious violin
Cloisonné armor Wings of silver filigree Graceful dragon
Blair huddled under a quilt, her legs tucked underneath her. A steaming mug of coffee in her hands, a splash of Bailey’s added to fortify her. A wintry wind howled outside her window, whipping the trees into a frenzy. Their brittle, rimed limbs scrapped at her window. She imagined a demon clawing to get in her house, … Continue reading Wintry winds
The plain, wooden cross, skillfully constructed from weathered, white-washed fence slats, appeared overnight in St. Anthony Gardens at the neglected burial site of a nameless decedent. Great care had been given to crafting a traditional grave marker, one that was reverent and not pretentious as were so many of the monolithic tributes in the cemetery. … Continue reading So, it begins
Thin spiral notebook 