My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Everyone has a story living inside them, few have the moxie to tell it. Albert’s story was one of hubris and excess. He once had everything, now he lived under a bridge, his only source of income written in scrawled script on a torn piece of cardboard. When asked what brought him to such a … Continue reading Under the bridge
What came before: Dinner Party At 9:34 a.m. sharp, the phone hanging on the wall at B.A.M. comics book shop began ringing, its cartoon ringtone especially loud in the nearly empty store. That Clarence had managed to rig the vintage phone to play the Animaniacs theme song was a source of pride for him, and … Continue reading It’s for you
In a world of superheroes, the ordinary, the ofttimes mundane, are the enviable. Individuals who could move through life unimpeded, never called upon to rescue the damsels nor apprehend the villains, were considered gods. Lil General was born with no special abilities. He couldn’t fly, nor shape shift. He couldn’t daze an adversary with supernatural … Continue reading The little general
“Is he in there?” Astrid demanded. “Don’t bother him, he’s busy making toys,” Karol said, blocking entrance to the workshop. “That’s an outright lie,” Astrid tried elbowing past Mrs Claus. “He hasn’t ‘made’ any toys since Tamagotchis were hot. I know he outsources everything, he does it all the time.” “And what if he does?” … Continue reading Checking it twice
The water was smooth, only small ripples fluttered across the surface. Lying on her back, stretched out the full length of her flat, ocean kayak, Estelle let the warm breezes wash over her exposed skin. Eyes closed, she focused on the sounds surrounding her little craft. A pair of silvery mullet, leaping for fat dragonflies … Continue reading A favorite fishing spot
“How’d he get out?” Lucas inspected the latched gate, its ancient lock covered in a thick, green patina. “That’s the mystery,” Cameron said, trying to herd a full-grown turkey back toward its pen. “They can fly, you know,” Perry gladly watched the fracas from afar. “Domestic birds can’t fly,” Cameron frantically gestured to Lucas to … Continue reading It’s what’s for dinner
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