My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The whole village gathered at the shore. Even the Old came, some walked on their own while others were carried to the seaside in palanquins. Whispers seeped through the village that a few of the Old were alive when The Dark Day ended more than 100 years ago. A mixture of fear and anticipation flowed … Continue reading The Dark Day
A troupe of small, vintage, artist models, manipulated into a macabre ballet, meticulous in detail, danced across a makeshift stage on top of a yard sale occasional table. Arms bowed, legs extended, bodies were frozen in eerie arabesques. Effigies twisted into poses of grace and elegance, black magic victims, some oceans apart, in the throes … Continue reading Let us dance
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She snuck a peek out the window at the chairs being set up for the ceremony, and wondered why there were so many. If it were up to her, the only people there would be her, Daniel, Rev. McDowell and a witness. The gardener who was trimming the camellias when they arrived would do nicely, … Continue reading Phase two
I have never traveled outside of the contiguous United States, instead I live vicariously through friends and family who have the wanderlust. While in grad school, my daughter spent some time in Morocco for a Study Abroad program. Then as a present to herself when she graduated, she and her college roommate took a Mediterranean cruise. … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Adventure
“Who called it in?” Det. Jacobs pulled on a pair of nitrile gloves before accepting a scarf sealed in a plastic bag from one of the many police officers at the crime scene. “Those kids over there,” Sgt. Cross pointed toward two teenage boys sitting on a bench 10 yards away talking to an investigator. … Continue reading Number Seven
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