My journal of big words and pretty pictures
It’s a subtle onslaught. There’s no gnashing, nor grinding teeth to rend you to shreds. It happens at a snail’s pace, often feeling so normal, your destruction is indiscernible until you’ve completely disappeared. Instead, you’re flayed alive by a thousand tiny razors ripping and tearing you apart. Each cut stings as your defenses are peeled … Continue reading At a snail’s pace
Recently I purchased a Tibetan Spinning Meditation Ring. I have my doubts that it is actually from Tibet (it shipped from Port Charlotte, FL) and doubts on whether having it will mystically make meditation meaningful for me (I can’t seem to make my brain shut down long enough to think about ‘nothing’) but it’s a very … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Demon
If I could walk in your shoes for a day, what would the voices say to me, what would the faces look like? Could I survive your reality or would I go mad? *Since his pre-teens, my son has struggled with a myriad of mental health issues. Diagnosed at age 12 with severe panic/anxiety disorder … Continue reading In his shoes
Pale faces at my window, alien and distorted, paralyze me with fear. I shake my head, trying to dispel white noise voices that buzz inside my brain. I can't escape from these aberrations. This weekend's Trifextra challenge is to,"Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or … Continue reading White noise voices
The heat of the day was quickly waning. The sand where he sat shifted as he wrapped the blanket tighter around his legs and over his shoulders, covering his head so only his face was visible. He liked the feeling of being in a cocoon, safe, secure, protected from what lurked outside in the dark. … Continue reading Universe’s end
Thin spiral notebook 