My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The story so far... The ambient stench was stomach-churning. Lifting his jacket, Quentin smelled under his arm. The fetor wasn’t from him, despite his early stage of decomposition. Pushing aside the soiled sheet of cardboard that covered him, Quentin, stood and stretched. The smell was coming from all the unwashed bodies dwelling in a small tent … Continue reading The doctor is in
Part 1: Contractual obligation Part 2: Host for hire He reached out and grabbed my arm, then pulled me through the open crypt doorway. My whole world went black. Loosening his tie with one hand, Quentin stepped out into the cold clear winter air and flew. That should have been the end of it, but somewhere … Continue reading The hunt begins
Grey from long years of neglect, the house seemed world-weary. From her chair by the window, Johanna watched the world passing by her house. The east facing balcony was bathed in sunlight, casting a golden halo around the girl. From the sidewalk, the other children tried not to stare at the angelic, glowing child. The … Continue reading Behind closed doors
“Did you decide what you wanted to do for your birthday, Mom?” Haley was curled up in a recliner in the living room, eating a bowl of cereal. Her mother, Debbie, was folding clothes, stacking neat piles along the back of the couch. “Having all of you together for dinner would be great,” Debbie said, … Continue reading Happy birthday baby sister
Why do they just come here for drop-offs and kid exchanges? This is a place for fun, for laughter, not for bitch sessions. Gawd! If all they want to do is hurt each other, they can do that in a freakin’ parking lot. Hell, drive vans and only slow down long enough to toss the ankle-biters … Continue reading Playground
Nash ran headlong at Trey. “Hey boy!” Trey caught his son mid-stride and swung him into the air, balancing him on his shoulders. “Why is Coral here?” Nash, hugging Trey’s neck, whispered in his ear. “She’s not so bad.” Trey helped the boy down from his perch. “Cut 'er some slack.” Dragging his dad toward … Continue reading Trey
Thin spiral notebook 