My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Singing in the old language, her incantation swirled around the cabin, mingling with dirty smoke rising from the brazier, changing the vapor from grey to putrid yellow. It wasn’t simply the tune she sang, it was the rise and fall of her voice, the intonation of each word. It was how she would elide through … Continue reading Heart of stone
It is just a penny - a common, copper one-cent piece that anyone may find on the ground on any day. Except it isn’t common. Half buried in the coarse, variegated sand, face up to show Lincoln’s stoic profile and the mint date, that coin shouldn’t be there. Urban legend holds our dearly departed can … Continue reading Heads I win
Moonlight spreads across the placid landscape like warm honey, glazing bare tree branches in its saccharine, amber glow. An ancient evil swims beneath the deceptively serene waters. Small ripples stretch out across the surface as the behemoth glides toward the shore, its great maw open, skimming for tiny fish and krill. These measly morsels are … Continue reading Beneath dark waters
He came out of nowhere, I just reacted, Sounds more like overreacted. He scared the bejeezus out of me, dropped right out of that Apple Tree, talking smack and trying to push forbidden fruit on me. He actually talked to you? Yeah, did not expect that. A little snake I can handle, but a talking … Continue reading Action, reaction
Each day the crowd grew larger. Rain or shine, dedicated fans gathered around the aviary, pen and paper at the ready, waiting for that day’s pronouncement. Sometimes philosophical, sometimes humorous, oft-times abstract in the extreme, Psittacine’s daily oration began precisely at noon. Watching the spectacle with silent disdain, Eagle expelled an incredulous sigh. “You’d better … Continue reading Don’t repeat that
“What is the last thing you remember?" It was a rhetorical question. My inquisitor didn’t expect, nor want a response. Any answer was irrelevant, his asking merely a formality. The increasingly unstable rabble was impatient for the spectacle to begin. Rubbish was at the ready, repugnant missiles aimed not only at me, but also my … Continue reading Heads will roll
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