My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Campbell fidgeted outside the office conference room, his ear and cheek pressed flat against the door. He fit his finger to his lips when Tucker walked up, a signal for quiet. “What’s going on in there?” Tucker nodded towards the door, then sipped from his steaming coffee cup. “Stevens and Costello are in some kind a … Continue reading Schrödinger’s conference room
The story so far... Abigail barely made it into her apartment before she collapsed on the couch. Maintaining her composure in public was more physically challenging than she expected. Stretching out, she braced herself for the transformation she knew was coming. During the experimental phase, when she practiced the shape-shifting techniques she learned while Quentin … Continue reading Said the spider to the fly
The story so far... Quentin gave in to his host’s control, letting “his” memories guide him through a chaotic shift in the Emergency Room. He likened the feeling to an out-of-body experience, looking on from the fringe, aware of both his and his host’s identity. After giving up a host, Quentin would sometimes wonder if … Continue reading Dearly departed
Peace of mind can be found While missing a piece of mind. I don’t know what I don’t know. Ignorance is not bliss, Apathy is my party of choice. Voices speak in sanctimonious tongues, But I’m an unrepentant unbeliever. It’s easy to pretend Their degradation and rebukes Aren’t aimed at me. Out of the corner … Continue reading I’m not insane
It’s just the wind you say. Just an echo of our footsteps ricocheting up the stairwell. Bricks and concrete repel sounds, the metal flashing pings with each heel fall. I know you’re lying. Echoes aren’t whispers. They’re well formed taunts, chattering in my ear. Your words push me forward. I run ahead of your words … Continue reading A man who wasn’t there
If I wasn’t already dead, I’d die of embarrassment. A flip flop was the cause of my demise. Not mine, of course. I wouldn't be caught dead in such low-class footwear. Oh, I see. That’s right, I am dead. I keep forgetting. It was such a silly thing really. My friends were forever telling me … Continue reading Blown out flip flop
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