My journal of big words and pretty pictures
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
I struggle within that murky in-between A distant boundary imperceptible Nightmarish creatures lurking unseen Damned to wander a dismal shore eternal Unsteady steps on shifting, rocky sand Wreckage of mournful regrets immortal Abandoned upon that tormented strand No guiding light cutting through the seaward gloom No charted path to traverse the hinterland Is this nocturnal … Continue reading Murky in-between
"In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss..." ~ Martin Page and Bernie Taupin (music and lyrics), "These Dreams" Misty illusion Astray in an ageless wood Never want to wake
The Prince refused to allow Agatha to best him. He would chase his runaway bride through the castle tombs and drag her back to make her suffer for his humiliation. Lashing out with his dagger, the Prince attempted to defend himself against the onslaught of phantoms pouring out of the catacombs. A vain effort, his blade … Continue reading Conspirators
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
In my dream there is no when or where, only now. I can't discern any orienting landmarks, save for the pier jutting out into nothingness. There is no sound, no birdsong, no lapping waves, not even the rush of blood coursing through my veins. Light seems to come from every direction and none. It merely … Continue reading In the clouds
Thin spiral notebook 