My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Whistling in the dark Kept the nightmares at bay. Too scared to venture off the path, Worried what the future held As it all began to fall apart. Wild things lurked in the shadows, Lying in wait, eager for a kill. My vulnerability Made me easy prey To their manipulations. A secret weapon, concealed in … Continue reading Down a crooked path
I choose every letter with great care Crafting each word to shape The perfect sentence. Piecing them together into A colorful quilt I can wrap Around my shoulders on a cold Winter night, when the wind howls, and The moon is full.
I think I was born with a book in my hands. Once I met Dick, Jane and Spot, and learned how to control that magical superpower - reading - there was no stopping me. I flew dragons on Pern, rode sandworms across the vast deserts of Dune, and sailed the oceans aboard a pink sea … Continue reading A writer of tales
Black motes float acoss my vision, dancing upon vitreous pools of tannic illuminations, spinning to a waltz unheard by all save me. Taunting, teasing, coaxing me to swim with the inky eels and snakes. The contagion of my illness passes easily to those around me. As if the presence of abstract thought and unsuppressed passion … Continue reading Contagion
I tightly shut my eyes. Blocking out all light, save for the neon floaters weaving in and out of my periphery. Efforts to clear my mind of the incessant buzz of voices, and white noise, is hopeless. The best I can accomplish is to mute them down to a dull hum. Like a 15-puzzle, I … Continue reading Shimmer
Her Noisy Typer app was working perfectly. Despite the silicone skin lying protectively over her laptop keyboard, the nostalgic clacking of letters materializing across her screen was comforting. Too bad the words were complete twaddle. How she longed for the days when she could rip out the offending paper from the carriage, wadding it into … Continue reading Typing test
Thin spiral notebook 