My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The invitation was penned in elegant calligraphy on fine, handmade cotton rag paper, and sealed with a dark crimson, wax stamp embossed with an intricate Cappas family crest. It was hand-delivered on a sunny, Monday morning, by the family retainer. “Who was that?” Belinda Danner called out to her daughter. Gillian turned the envelope over [...]
I can’t fly, nor read minds. I can’t render myself invisible nor do I have extraordinary strength. I do, however; have a unique superpower. I can find all the lost things. If something is un-find-able, come to me. It can be a specific tool (menfolk territory), a book, or article of clothing that was never [...]
She leaned against the weathered windowsill, her hands cupped around her eyes to shield them from the sun. Peering into the one-room cabin, she saw a table bathed in sunlight streaming through the rippled blown-glass panes. The room was just as Elmer described it in his last journal entry, dated 1912. A checkerboard was set [...]
