My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The story so far... “He’s close,” Abigail said. “You trust me, don’t you?” “Completely.” Barlowe took a deep breath as he gathered Abigail in his arms. “See you on the other side.” ### Quentin stood outside Abigail’s apartment, the anticipation of taking her and Barlowe together made his breath come in quick gasps. Materializing through the … Continue reading A new generation
The story so far... It will mean split second precision. If they make one slip, wait a second too long, then Barlowe won’t be able to assimilate and his body will die. There was only one way to lure Quentin to Abigail, and it was something Barlowe both dreaded and eagerly anticipated. ### Abigail came … Continue reading Betrothed
Once upon a time A maiden longed for passion Pining for her prince Fishing in frog ponds Searching in fresh produce aisles Squeezing the melons Pursuing her dreams Sports bars and trivia nights Hoping for a match Meeting Mister Right Her one and only pursuit She’ll stop at nothing Subtle men attend Twice weekly worship meetings Have … Continue reading Trapped in the automat
“This is an exceptionally noisome trash pit,” holding a clean bandana over her nose and mouth, Hannah tiptoed through the junkyard, careful to not touch any of the rusting hunks. “I’m fairly certain this is illegal. You know, another arrest and it’ll be jail time for you.” Laughing at her discomfort, I rummaged through the … Continue reading Where the wild things are
The morning sun was peeking over the foothills, a comforting warmth that peeled back a light blanket of fog. As the light diffused slowly across the valley, the animals awoke. Birds called out greetings, as lumbering cows made their way to breakfast on loose bales of sweet hay. She appeared suddenly on the dewy grass. … Continue reading Summerland
The story so far... Two long scars ran vertically in the shape of a V down her back, starting between her shoulder blades, and coming to a near point at her waist. Moved by her injury, Barlowe tenderly traced the shimmering pink lines with his fingertips. Her skin trembled under his touch, and she began a slow shift … Continue reading Cage fighter
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