My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The story so far... A sharp shaft of light cut through the darkness, aiming its laser focus at Abigail’s left eye. Turning away from the morning sun, she groaned and pulled a pillow over her eyes. If only the pain in her head was from a heavy night of drinking, a little hair of the … Continue reading Here comes trouble
The story so far… Quentin, sprawled in the doctor’s king ranch bed, listened to the young nurse hastily gathering her things. Whatever arrangement she had with Dr. Payne was shattered with Quentin’s response to her attempts at intimacy. She whimpered as she picked up her discarded clothing. Any questions were ignored, or dismissed with a … Continue reading Walk of shame
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... It’s curious what bits of memory don’t transfer well. Quentin, key fob in hand, wandered around the physicians’ parking lot looking for his car. Listening for the telltale “beep, beep,” he tried to remember what model the good Dr. Payne drove. The feelings he conjured in the ER towards the nurses, … Continue reading Industrial chic
The story so far... When Abigail came too, she was lying on a couch in what she presumed was the coroner’s office. Vintage tools of the trade decorated the otherwise sparse room. Hearing voices, she quickly did a check to make sure her shift changes remained in place before the doctor returned. As the door … Continue reading Just the facts, Ma’am
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
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