My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The story so far… Agatha was waiting when the sergeant knocked on her door. He barely recognized the woman standing at the threshold. “Are you ready?” Calen took Agatha’s satchel. Agatha checked her apron pocket for her ever-present string of beads. ‘I am,” she said. “Let’s make Rája wish the spirits kept him in the … Continue reading Meeting of the minds
The hag sat in her worn rocking chair, a Meerschaum clinched in her teeth. Sparse twigs of her thinning grey hair falling loose from her tattered head scarf. Her skin the color and texture of the dried apples she sometimes sold at market. Hunched over, leaning on her rowan cane, the hag would carry her … Continue reading Forever
Just as night’s bright moon cast a shadow across my fair hair, a howl rang out. Quickly pulling a scarf from a pouch, I hid my locks away from Luna’s glow, guarding against vigilant locals who abhor any unfamiliar traits. Hair was only black, or brown, a rich auburn, but not lacking all tint. That … Continue reading Hair raising
Thin spiral notebook 