My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Left to weather the years untended, scrub and cedar saplings have taken over the church yard. The spindly fence surrounding the garden teeters at the verge of collapse, barely holding back the spirits cradled inside. Sometimes, late in the evening, betwixt the flickering stars and the waning moon, a mournful keening weaves its way up from the … Continue reading Fenced in
I couldn’t stop laughing. Rolling down the slope, arms over my head, legs straight, and all I could think of was that nursery rhyme. At the bottom, we laid in the cool clover giggling like a couple of idiots. I had grass in my hair and green stains on my shoulder, but I didn’t care. … Continue reading Rolling in clover
Dearest G, I know it’s been a while since my last visit. Honestly, I didn’t intend to stay away so long. I could make the usual excuses, but you’d see through that, and I won’t insult your omniscience. It sounds cliché, but it really wasn’t about you, it was me. It seems that whenever I … Continue reading Letter home
The root cellar’s ambient temperature is a crisp 32-degrees. Five-tiered shelves line three walls, and are full of varying sizes of Mason jars. Carefully arranged in a way only Journey understands, each vessel holds a different memory. A gatherer, Journey gleaned her collection from a lifetime of searching dusty thrift shops and back road estate … Continue reading Root cellar
Previously: "I know who you are, who you really are Noone." Duncan watched for Agatha's reaction. When she didn't flinch, he continued. "You know how old women tell children stories about monsters to make them behave? I already knew about monsters. My nanny told me about you, to give me hope." Duncan handed Agatha's rosary … Continue reading Blood orange sun
An old notebook binder sat on the table. On the cover was a yellowed photo of a group of young women, the corners bent and torn. Ellis opened the book, and several pages fell out because the warped rings didn’t line up right. “If you don’t find it in the index, look very carefully through the entire … Continue reading Mail order bride
Thin spiral notebook 