My journal of big words and pretty pictures
More of Andrew's story... For nearly two decades, Clay Grainger sat in a tiny 6X9-foot cell, surrounded by bricks and steel - no privacy, no secrets. His neighbors heard every fart, every sob, every nightmare. It wasn’t enough that he hit his worthless attorney where it hurt the most. Killing his women was only the … Continue reading Man on a mission
Capt. Poppy Spector carefully guided her craft toward shore, focusing on finding any kind of shelter from the building storm. After so long adrift, finally nearing solid ground left her shifting between joy and panic. Her legs and arms, the muscles atrophied from disuse, trembled in anticipation. The ship’s hull scraped against the sandy shore, … Continue reading A salt life
“How long’s it been?” He spun around, looking up into the stained-glass mosaic of fall leaves. She smiled, steadying him with a coy hand on his back. “Oh, no,” she said. “I’ll only say it was the summer I turned 14.” “That’s not very helpful,” he circled around so her hand was on his chest. … Continue reading Falling in love
She worries about my ink and the extra bling in my ears, and nose, and navel, while fretting with the solitary Swarovski gems adorning her 00 gauge, stretched out earlobes. Arched, over-engineered brows punctuate her displeasure. She pooh-poohs my Black Dahlia lips, her blue morpho butterfly wing lids fluttering in fear. A tremulous rebuttal declaring … Continue reading All an Acts
More of Andrew's story... A scruffy grocery delivery man loitered in the hallway, teetering on the brink of passing out at any moment into a drug-induced euphoria. “You are far too good at your job, stop it,” Roni said when she answered the door. “You’re creeping me out.” Mayfield morphed before her eyes. The disheveled … Continue reading Shell of a man
The brindle cat was on the prowl. She sauntered down the darkened hallway, caterwauling. The fur ball had a mouse and was bringing it home to feed her family. Mom was half asleep, but was brought fully awake when the cat pounced on the bed, dragging her catch with her. Depositing the freshly-caught, furry wet … Continue reading In for the kill
Thin spiral notebook 