My journal of big words and pretty pictures
For dust you are and to dust you shall return..." ~ Genesis 3:19 Our world is merely the compacted silt of Her parasitic inhabitants. The mealy remains of our overabundance and bounty, an amalgam of all our material extravagances melded with our natural remains. Our essence distilled into a convoluted slurry of all that we … Continue reading Dust you are
I'm attempting to respond to these writing prompt challenges a bit differently this week. Each 100 Word section uses one or both of the prompts. They are stand alone pages, but are also parts of a larger story. Please look for the "Pages" links at the bottom of the post. Sweet temptation, dangling like a … Continue reading Bad apple
I’ve been down so long, I’ve lost track of days. Without benefit of the sun, I rely on cycles to measure the passage of time. Eat, sleep, wake, eat, sleep, wake… three cycles equals one chit mark on the wall. Weeks, months all run together. Subterranean noises are amplified. What may be a tiny mouse … Continue reading Hiding from the light
Circling the shallows, a shiver of hungry females stalk their prey, tasting the waters for fresh meat. More intimidating and powerful than their male counterparts, their blood lust is a powerful urge. They single out a potential victim from the rest, surrounding him, cutting him off from any escape routes. Once a man-eater latches on, … Continue reading Shark weak
It's a merciless life. Awake before the sun, working the earth until long after the sun sets. Turning the hard packed soil where rocks are more plentiful than crops, a back- and spirit-breaking effort that never ends. My field is my mind, my plough is my pen. I toil to cultivate a crop of words … Continue reading A fertile mind
She always called him her “Little Man,” but he wasn’t a little man, he was a warrior. A brave warrior, racing across the Great Plains with thundering herds of wild horses. Hundreds of mustang galloping as one. Nostrils flaring, legs pounding, manes flying in the hot desert air. He was running right beside them. Grasping … Continue reading Wild horses
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