My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The story so far... When Abigail came too, she was lying on a couch in what she presumed was the coroner’s office. Vintage tools of the trade decorated the otherwise sparse room. Hearing voices, she quickly did a check to make sure her shift changes remained in place before the doctor returned. As the door … Continue reading Just the facts, Ma’am
The story so far... Quentin gave in to his host’s control, letting “his” memories guide him through a chaotic shift in the Emergency Room. He likened the feeling to an out-of-body experience, looking on from the fringe, aware of both his and his host’s identity. After giving up a host, Quentin would sometimes wonder if … Continue reading Dearly departed
The staff is on the verge of mutiny. The hours are insane, and the pay? That is non-existent. Forget a raise in minimum wage when there is no wage. It’s Work for Food around here. There are too many bosses, and too many demands on limited time and resources. Key skills needed for this job … Continue reading On strike
Peace of mind can be found While missing a piece of mind. I don’t know what I don’t know. Ignorance is not bliss, Apathy is my party of choice. Voices speak in sanctimonious tongues, But I’m an unrepentant unbeliever. It’s easy to pretend Their degradation and rebukes Aren’t aimed at me. Out of the corner … Continue reading I’m not insane
“Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ~ Anton Chekhov I had to come to the brink of shattering completely before I found my strength. Gossamer-thin fissures crisscross my whole being. You can’t see them unless I’m standing in the Light, then I am ablaze in … Continue reading Glint of light
It’s just the wind you say. Just an echo of our footsteps ricocheting up the stairwell. Bricks and concrete repel sounds, the metal flashing pings with each heel fall. I know you’re lying. Echoes aren’t whispers. They’re well formed taunts, chattering in my ear. Your words push me forward. I run ahead of your words … Continue reading A man who wasn’t there
Thin spiral notebook 