My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Dear Friends, Once again my daughter is participating in the Out of the Darkness Walks for The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. This year, our local the event is on Nov. 14. She is hoping to raise a minimum of $200. Any help you can offer will be very much appreciated. You can donate through … Continue reading Out of the Darkness
I usually work well with a deadline. I may push that line, bending it as far as I can, but I rarely break it. That is, until it’s a self-imposed deadline. If I commit myself to something like this month’s NaBloPoMo schedule, or when I participated in past year’s Novel Writing Month - with it’s … Continue reading Crickets
More from the Dinner Party… The hart lingered at the far edge of an expanse of manicured lawn, its head down, front legs spread, shaking its head from side to side in a threat to the two men in the garden to keep their distance. Mr. Stiles walked along the cobblestone path, hands clasped behind … Continue reading Frequent flyer
Marble guardians Fair of face, beauty and grace Villainy beware Gargoyles, familiar creatures perched on the eaves of Gothic architecture, are not the evil demons many believe them to be. They are guardians, mystic guard dogs warding off malevolence and bad spirits. Their stoney countenance all the better to strike fear into the black hearts … Continue reading Guard dogs
More from the Dinner Party Mr. Stiles was in the rose garden when his concierge Jasper brought the next guest to petition her wish. Standing when they approached, Stiles held a chair for Lily Cash. “I didn’t see George at breakfast this morning.” Lily was demure and painfully shy. “Mr. Vernon had his wish granted, … Continue reading Party of five
More from the Dinner Party An excited murmur swept through the room. George Vernon remained unmoving at the head of the room, trying to stare down their host, Augustine Stiles. House staff moved among the crowd passing out heavy parchment notecards and Meisterstück pens. Stiles’ concierge, Jasper, stood slightly behind his employer’s chair, an empty … Continue reading If wishes were caterpillars
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