My journal of big words and pretty pictures
For one brief, hopeful moment, Earle believed that he might make it out of his predicament alive, but then she stopped smiling. As far as murderers go, Trixie was exceptionally polite, remembering to say, “please,” and “thank you,” while she was tying him to a kitchen chair, and when she asked him where he kept … Continue reading Kill ’em with kindness
Caged behind doors of steel, Treacherous fools reside, A merciless monster they conceal. Abandon all hope prophesied If e’er the beast’s bonds are broken. That door cannot be fortified. Withered, wisdom forsaken; Atrophied, weakened beyond a cure Surrenders to loathsome aberration. Deity divine, a false savior Rising out of foul darkness, Corrupt agent provocateur. Demon hordes … Continue reading Behind doors of steel
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
In his vainglorious hubris, he believed he could suspend the rising of the sun, draw rein on the ebbing tides, and command tempestuous weather like a ringmaster. Merely a man, lost in his own charade, he came to believe his own hyperbole. When at last his fall came, the descent was bloody and cruel. Those … Continue reading Ringmaster
A crowd gathered outside of the chancellery waiting for news about the stranger found unconscious inside an abandoned building in the woods at the edge of town. Visitors to Shambles were a grievous rarity, a remedy to tragedy. Strangers only appeared when a villager died out of sequence and new stock was needed. This man’s … Continue reading A grievous reality
Goodwood Duxford tales… Goodwood Duxford approached the somber burial crypt with as much anxiety as the first time he went out to wrangle a wayward Gramberly spirit. Knocking on the heavy iron gate, he wasn’t sure if the dearly departed Grace Leighton would answer his entreaty. She had earned her long, peaceful rest. What Goody … Continue reading Another man’s wife
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