My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Remember how when you were a kid, you could scare the bejeezus out of yourself, convince yourself that there were monsters under your bed? That kind of don’t-let-your-hands-or-feet-drop-off-the-side-of-the-bed scared? Yeah… I can still do that. I had the weirdest dream last night. Scary in the way that I couldn’t see the “bad guy,” only knew … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Dark
The recliner was pushed so far back that its occupant’s head was lower than his feet. He gripped the armrests to keep from sliding off onto the floor. “Are you sure you’re comfortable?” Dr. Holman sat in an adjacent chair, debating with himself whether to toss some of the couch cushions beneath Cyril’s head, lest … Continue reading Daymare
Back in the day, when I was fresh out of college, I was plagued by Non-attendance Final Exam Nightmares. You know the ones…. you walk into a class you’ve never been too all semester, are expected to take a “counts at 50% of your grade” test, and you realize that you don’t know anything about … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Dream
The room was dark, the blinds drawn against the dawning light. Trying to move, Pauley’s arms and legs were lead. In her dream, her screams were shrill, terrified. Her husband snored softly beside her, oblivious to her cries for help. Trying once more to cry out, she struggled against her immobilization. Her dog, reacting to … Continue reading Calling it a day
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
“This is an exceptionally noisome trash pit,” holding a clean bandana over her nose and mouth, Hannah tiptoed through the junkyard, careful to not touch any of the rusting hunks. “I’m fairly certain this is illegal. You know, another arrest and it’ll be jail time for you.” Laughing at her discomfort, I rummaged through the … Continue reading Where the wild things are
Thin spiral notebook 