My journal of big words and pretty pictures
A small, subdued group of people gathered around the hospital bed watching the still patient. The rhythmic beating his heart was a regular beep synchronized with the whoosh of his respirator. His visitors hoped for the telltale flicker of an eyelid to tell them he was awake. Alan Poole was coming out of a 15-year … Continue reading Waking up
“My King has already pledged fidelity to Prince Royce, why am I still a prisoner?’ Princess Lucienne was pacing her quarters in her Flower Fortress, tightly squeezing a pillow in her arms. She was imagining the royal advisor, Fox Reed’s neck in her grasp and him gasping for breath as she choked the life out … Continue reading The bloom is gone
Dandy gentlemen Make rivals green with envy In their tux tailcoats
A hint of pink rises in her cheeks Her eyes crinkle with laughter Like little birds, her hands flutter Her heart beats faster She tries to turn away His warmth pulls her in Sparks fly from their fingertips Sending arcs of fire between them Beneath swaying Spanish Moss A soft breeze stirs the sultry air … Continue reading All the time in the world
Will you risk it all for me? Will you scale my ivy walls hoping to find my window open, and accept my invitation to enter a secret world I offer to very few? I can show you things you’ve never seen before, could never imagined. No fairytale, no myth, nor fantasy is as incredible as … Continue reading Ivy window
The whole village gathered at the shore. Even the Old came, some walked on their own while others were carried to the seaside in palanquins. Whispers seeped through the village that a few of the Old were alive when The Dark Day ended more than 100 years ago. A mixture of fear and anticipation flowed … Continue reading The Dark Day
Thin spiral notebook 