My journal of big words and pretty pictures
He hung in tatters above her, wielding guilt like a weapon. Twisting the blade a cruel turn, he accused her of terrible betrayals. He flung her love across the room, demanding she confess her infidelities and deceptions. The more she struggled to convince him of her devotion, the more fiercely he denied it. Tearing at … Continue reading Passion flower
White-knuckled where she gripped the steering wheel, Shelby hadn't slowed down since leaving the mountain cabin. Afraid to check her rearview mirror, she imagined the wraiths' icy fingers reaching for her. The hairs on the back of her neck bristling with dread that they were hunting her. The further from the foggy summit she drove, … Continue reading Escape route
Then there was nothing. No light, no sound, only an unimaginable emptiness and unbearable loneliness. Trapped in this black hole hell, I am blind and disoriented. I can no longer feel my Sisters near me. I know they are here, that woman damned us all with her wretched curse. There is no up, no down. … Continue reading The nothingness
"What are you doing here?" Cora's voice was weak and raspy from disuse. She had lain dormant for so long, that waking to the demon fog was confusing. Contained them before entering her suspension, Cora defeated the fog once. They shouldn't be there haunting her house, she shouldn't be there haunting her house either. The … Continue reading Haunting
"The rain last night was bad as I've ever seen it." Clifford tapped his pipe on the counter, dislodging a wad of ash and dottle on the floor. Scooting it under the cabinet ledge with the toe of his boot, he knew Roberta would give him hell about it later when she swept up. "It … Continue reading Lost in the mist
I wanted quaint. I wanted a gingerbread cottage with a wrap-around porch filled with rocking chairs where we could drink tall glasses of sweet iced tea, and watch fireflies lighting up the night. I wanted flower boxes on every window overflowing with red geraniums. I wanted a white picket fence fairytale. What I got was … Continue reading Fairytale ending
Thin spiral notebook 