My journal of big words and pretty pictures
There is magic in the world - rainbows and hummingbirds, fireflies and shooting stars. Angels live among us, guardians watching over us, keeping us safe, leading us through the darkness. Kindness still opens sealed doors and moves mountains. A sweet kiss turns frogs into princes, and awakens sleeping princesses. Spells are conjured with words like, … Continue reading Troll bridge
The grey platform, constructed of stone and metal, sat upon the healing land like a scab - guarding a still-tender wound not yet whole. After eons of neglect, the surrounding scorched landscape was beginning to return to its once lush green. Outside of flame range, scrub pines were fighting to survive. Closer in, small vines and … Continue reading Mythical beasts
Ponder Lake was deeper than it looked. The dive raft anchor was attached to the end of a mussel crusted chain so long it was lost in the murky depths. On a dare, I once tried to reach the bottom, inching down link by link until I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. I shot … Continue reading Swim at your own risk
It was the smell that Vince would remember. That warm milk, piss and vomit mélange that always made him think of elementary school. Mix in the lingering pall of old, grimy oil, and the bitter tang of iron oxide on the back of his tongue, Vince felt like he was walking through a cloud of bad … Continue reading Warm milk and old oil
“You can’t even see the end of it,” Kai pleaded with Talia. “How do you even know something’s out there?” “The only way really is to just go,” Talia hefted her rucksack over one shoulder. She packed food, water, spare clothes, and a blanket. “There is no record of anyone returning after attempting a crossing,” … Continue reading Out of sight
If anyone were on the beach they would not have seen it, for Cyril’s sailboat was a negligible spot on the horizon. They couldn't see him, but he could see the shore, the first land he’d sighted in nearly two months. He adjusted his sail, aim the bow towards land, hoping he had reached the … Continue reading Sail into the wylde
Thin spiral notebook 