My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The grey platform, constructed of stone and metal, sat upon the healing land like a scab - guarding a still-tender wound not yet whole. After eons of neglect, the surrounding scorched landscape was beginning to return to its once lush green. Outside of flame range, scrub pines were fighting to survive. Closer in, small vines and … Continue reading Mythical beasts
How a person reacts when life is going well isn’t a good test of character. More telling is how he handles adversity. Throw an obstacle in his path, cause him a little discomfort, change things up and see how he responds. When stumbling around in the dark, and he barks his shin on a table … Continue reading Have a seat
Walking along the sandy path that skirted Crystal Lake, no one would never know that the unremarkable body of water was actually a rare phenomenon found only a few places in the world. The lake, a shimmering oasis of green on the leeward side of the ocean dunes, was a freshwater habitat until fluctuations in the … Continue reading Cat Paw Island
It’s been an entire year since I assumed the role of administrator for 100 Word Challenge. (Thank you, Jennifer. I am honored to be part of this amazing community of writers.) Prior to my tenure as moderator, I first starting writing for the 100 Word Challenge in 2010. Spanning two websites, all together I estimate that’s more than 270 words… with … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Telling
The day was grey and lifeless. Few other cars or trucks shared the road with Bobby. His usual route took him through small towns and farming communities, down abandoned rural highways that paralleled the new Interstate. Once popular truck stops, decaying diners and gas stations were now repurposed thrift stores and church-bazaar home decor outlets. … Continue reading Rest stop
Ponder Lake was deeper than it looked. The dive raft anchor was attached to the end of a mussel crusted chain so long it was lost in the murky depths. On a dare, I once tried to reach the bottom, inching down link by link until I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. I shot … Continue reading Swim at your own risk
Thin spiral notebook 