My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Fog crept up from the bottom of the gorge, filling the chasm with a thick, muffling cloud. “It’s kind of beautiful,” Rosslyn said. Milo pursed his lips, holding in his retort. “Ethereal really,” Rosslyn said ignoring Milo’s condescending smirk. “The quiet is serene, like being in a dream.” Without turning his body, Milo cocked his head toward her, … Continue reading Peace and quiet
A black river snakes through a gullible landscape Dark and brooding, slick as oil History recounts an ancient evil rising unchallenged Ravenous, Treacherous, Blasphemous The monster dwells within its foul depths Loathsome and frightening, poisonous as plague An incubus lurking beneath the surface Watching, Waiting, Wanting Its prey wades spellbound into its shallows Mesmerized and … Continue reading In too deep
Take this as a constructive critique, I know you’re still learning. It’s not enough to simply do the job you were hired to do. It's like agreeing to cater a party, only baking a cake, then leaving the kitchen a complete disaster. Pay attention to the smallest of details. It is simply good manners to … Continue reading Attention to details
The acrid taint of burning incense did nothing to mask the rancid stink that permeated the desecrated sanctuary. Reavers had crawled over the walls and altar like leather beetles, stripping the trappings of the sanctuary like flesh from bone. Taking their pickings, reavers left their leaders to bask in the profane overthrow. Their chief, Rolf, sprawled … Continue reading Divine retribution
A voice crackled over the sergeant’s shoulder mic giving out a police incident code and address sending Sgt. Kaplan to Roger Caldwell City Park about a bicycle. “How long’s it been here?” Kaplan asked Mrs. Edith Wexcombe, the person who called in the complaint. Mrs. Wexcombe had on her good lavender chenille house coat and … Continue reading Last call
Sitting among the old and crumbling books, Jacob lovingly laid his hand on the tallest stack sitting on a wooden cart. Sounds of marauders filtered through the hundreds of shelves of abandoned stories. The raucous ruins now the antithesis to his once somber and silent sanctuary. The last remaining phantom library, the Grand Canton Repository … Continue reading Repository
Thin spiral notebook 