My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Duncan backed away from his father as his conspiracy rant became more shrill and incoherent. Being the Prince afforded him the privilege of ignoring the court custom of waiting for proper dismissal from the King. Ráfa typically paid his son no heed, and didn't notice his departure. Once out of the royal tent, Duncan made … Continue reading Connivance
He stayed hidden in the shadows, the glowing tip of his blunt his only giveaway. She told him tonight wasn't good. She felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on. Taking a long drag on his packed Remington, he watched her stroll down the sidewalk arm-in-arm with that preppy guy from her office. He tossed … Continue reading Alone in the dark
A well-dressed couple sat across the desk from me. I sensed an air of sadness surrounding the man, but the woman's face was a study in emotions - aggravation mixed with glee - like wet confetti at a New Year's Day parade. "What sort of trouble has she gotten into this time?" The woman crossed her … Continue reading Clean up on aisle five
Dusty tunnels wend around inside my heart, cutting through the detritus of failed romances. You worm the tender, untouched marrow out of my decaying dreams of love with promises of happily ever after.
The Prince refused to allow Agatha to best him. He would chase his runaway bride through the castle tombs and drag her back to make her suffer for his humiliation. Lashing out with his dagger, the Prince attempted to defend himself against the onslaught of phantoms pouring out of the catacombs. A vain effort, his blade … Continue reading Conspirators
The landscape sped by my window reminding me of the moving images of an old zoetrope. Hypnotized by the rhythmic clacking of the train's wheels, I daydreamed of cowboys and iron horses. It was his idea to ride the train to visit him. He wanted me to see the countryside, and have time to fall … Continue reading Cowboys and iron horses
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