My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Lying next to her, he traced the curve of her back as she sat on the edge of their bed tying her Mizunos. Encircling her waist with his arm, he rolled her on top of him, giving her an affectionate smack on the ass. "They say, making love burns more calories than walking." "Yeah? I … Continue reading Nothing’s gonna break my stride
Leaving a trail of kisses from my strawberry stained lips, like bread crumbs through an enchanted forest, I scatter broken and bruised hearts in my wake. My sharp words are like brambles plucking at their sleeve. Not eager enough to hold tight, but honed to a razor's edge, ripping and tearing at delicate egos. Scars … Continue reading Trail of kisses
"I truly had no idea how deranged he was." Maud twisted her handkerchief into a knot. "There was be no way to know, unless a person was just as evil." Agatha consoled her friend. "His level of depravity is beyond understanding." "He was so beautiful," Maud sounded like a young maiden again. "It was if … Continue reading Storm brewing
"He's an ugly crier." Pru refused to look at the village bellman as he rang out the day's announcements. "Oyezzz, Oyezzzz, Oyezzzzz!" He shouted, drawing out the words to coax the townspeople into the square. Dressed in his familiar tricorne hat, white britches and red coat, from behind he cut quite a figure. It was … Continue reading Best laid plans
A well-dressed couple sat across the desk from me. I sensed an air of sadness surrounding the man, but the woman's face was a study in emotions - aggravation mixed with glee - like wet confetti at a New Year's Day parade. "What sort of trouble has she gotten into this time?" The woman crossed her … Continue reading Clean up on aisle five
Agatha sat on the beach, her face turned upward to let the sea breezes and sun wash over her. Deftly fingering the beads of her old rosary, she silently recited her blessings, ending with the name of the priest who gave his life for hers. The open expanse of the shoreline was a stark contrast … Continue reading A nightmare comes calling
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