My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Campbell fidgeted outside the office conference room, his ear and cheek pressed flat against the door. He fit his finger to his lips when Tucker walked up, a signal for quiet. “What’s going on in there?” Tucker nodded towards the door, then sipped from his steaming coffee cup. “Stevens and Costello are in some kind a … Continue reading Schrödinger’s conference room
The story so far… Quentin, sprawled in the doctor’s king ranch bed, listened to the young nurse hastily gathering her things. Whatever arrangement she had with Dr. Payne was shattered with Quentin’s response to her attempts at intimacy. She whimpered as she picked up her discarded clothing. Any questions were ignored, or dismissed with a … Continue reading Walk of shame
The story so far... Abigail barely made it into her apartment before she collapsed on the couch. Maintaining her composure in public was more physically challenging than she expected. Stretching out, she braced herself for the transformation she knew was coming. During the experimental phase, when she practiced the shape-shifting techniques she learned while Quentin … Continue reading Said the spider to the fly
“A pale hart, as white as a full moon, rears on its hind legs, trumpeting his arrival. A messenger from the netherworld, bringing a dire warning to sinners.” I could only stare at him, and sadly shake my head. “Seriously, that’s the best you can do?” “This is a majestic, mythological beast.” He made a … Continue reading White stag
Dory pulled the back hem of her skirt up between her knees and tucked it into her waistband to form a pocket. Draping her oil-cloth gunny sack across her chest, she set the bag on her hip so she could fill it easier. With a quick flip of her hair, she twisted the long curls … Continue reading Sweet dreams
The story so far... It’s curious what bits of memory don’t transfer well. Quentin, key fob in hand, wandered around the physicians’ parking lot looking for his car. Listening for the telltale “beep, beep,” he tried to remember what model the good Dr. Payne drove. The feelings he conjured in the ER towards the nurses, … Continue reading Industrial chic
Thin spiral notebook 