My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“Looks exactly how I remember,” Stuart sighed. “Think so?” Walter tilted his head, squinting at the wooden fort. “Looks smaller to me.” “We were smaller then,” Stu laughed. “Remember hanging out in the clubhouse eating breakfasts of dry Cap’n Crunch straight out of the box?” Walter chuckled. “Wendy used to get that for the boys … Continue reading Capture the flag
Everyone has a story living inside them, few have the moxie to tell it. Albert’s story was one of hubris and excess. He once had everything, now he lived under a bridge, his only source of income written in scrawled script on a torn piece of cardboard. When asked what brought him to such a … Continue reading Under the bridge
You know that weird tickle on the back of your neck when you feel like someone is watching you? The feeling that intensifies if you do something klutzy, like tripping over the crack in a sidewalk. It’s been one of those days when nothing seems to go right. I can’t shake my accident-prone awkwardness. Maybe … Continue reading Everyone is a critic
What came before: Dinner Party At 9:34 a.m. sharp, the phone hanging on the wall at B.A.M. comics book shop began ringing, its cartoon ringtone especially loud in the nearly empty store. That Clarence had managed to rig the vintage phone to play the Animaniacs theme song was a source of pride for him, and … Continue reading It’s for you
“You’re my favorite,” she said, trailing a lacquered nail along his arm, his cheeks flushing as scarlet as her polish. He nervously sipped his seltzer and lime through a paper straw, trying but failing to not stare, his eyes inherently drawn to her ample and barely contained bosom. Later he couldn’t remember the color of … Continue reading Her favorite
In a world of superheroes, the ordinary, the ofttimes mundane, are the enviable. Individuals who could move through life unimpeded, never called upon to rescue the damsels nor apprehend the villains, were considered gods. Lil General was born with no special abilities. He couldn’t fly, nor shape shift. He couldn’t daze an adversary with supernatural … Continue reading The little general
Thin spiral notebook 