My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Goodwood Duxford tales... The moon had reached its zenith, and the roaring bonfire was throwing sparks and shadows, animating the surrounding darkness. “Your turn, Roger,” Goodwood Duxford was acting emcee for the inaugural Gramberly Cemetery get together. As the resident caretaker and ghost wrangler, and because he knew every spirit in Gramberly, he seemed the … Continue reading Make mine decaf
Goodwood Duxford tales... The hole measured two and a half feet wide by eight feet long and six feet deep. St. Simon’s verger had been at the site since daybreak digging. He finished as the funeral home staff arrived to set up chairs in four neat rows of five, and erect a white canopy over … Continue reading Freshman orientation
The Story so far... From the outside, the building appeared to be like any other on the street. Once Clay walked through the green door, he stepped into a subterranean world few had entered, or knew existed. Noor, his escort, led him way down the labyrinth of passages, fingertip barely grazing the rock walls, … Continue reading Into the light
A question lies between us still. I am helpless to understand the words That from your hungry lips spill. We played the role of cowards And I shied away from love unrequited, hazards and pitfalls made you tremble, heart broken and shattered beneath the heel of bastards. Crippled and lost, hope did depart. Never could … Continue reading Hazards and pitfalls
Goodwood Duxford tales... He found her sitting under a spreading magnolia tree at the center of Gramberly Cemetery. The moon was waning but there was still enough light that her cornsilk-yellow hair seemed to glow. She had her back turned when he walked up. Sitting on a wrought-iron bench, her hands were clasped and laid daintily … Continue reading The death of me
Standing in the hallway outside of his new office, Minkin Bercu supervised the gilding of his name and a new title on the door. Turning his attention to the kneeling maintenance man to his right putting away his paints, Bercu stifled an appalled snort. He took out a notebook and pen, and wrote himself a quick … Continue reading Special assignment
Thin spiral notebook 