My journal of big words and pretty pictures
"You pays your money and you takes your choice!" The carnival barker called out to festival goers, trying to entice them to play games of chance. He knew, and they knew, that there was no winning. All contests were rigged in favor of the Blackwell Bros. Mystery Circus. Still they came, laying down their hard-earned … Continue reading Fortune teller
From the road, the house appears abandoned. Parasitic vines run rampant over the once manicured lawn. Shrubbery has gone feral, their wandering branches attacking the crumbling siding, worming their way under the slats and prying them away from the cinder block walls. The front door stands open, as if the old woman is still home, waiting for … Continue reading Cleaning day
“You know I love you.” It is exhausting sometimes to love someone who always needs validation and constant reassurance. “Prove it.” There was that lost, little boy smile I’m defenseless against. I put down my book in defeat and sighed. “You mean perform some Herculean feat, or unravel an impossibly tangled Gordian knot?” “Yeah, like … Continue reading Gordian knot
Agatha’s Story so far... Queen Maud covered her mouth with her hands as best she could, trying to shield her face from the sand kicked up by the guard as he struggled with her across the beach. Once inside the dark tent, set off from the rest of the camp, Maud pulled away from Calen, … Continue reading A ghostly past
If only I could store away all the mistakes of my life into little jars, set them on a high shelf and never think of them again. Maybe taking them down every so often, dusting off the grime that coats them, and shaking them to make sure my secrets are still securely hidden away. If … Continue reading Deep in the foothills
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
Thin spiral notebook 