Category: Writing

  • Gardening and Sketching

    Gardening and Sketching

    Still working on sketching practice. I think I will probably always be working on that. I’m also working on a few paintings. I can’t wait to finish and post them. Its nice to see that even big cat mamas give their children spit-baths. Sometimes I really appreciate Microsoft for the screen backgrounds they give me.…

  • What Lovely Roses You Have

    How long was he going to stare out the window like that?  Sadie wondered.  He had asked about Nathan.  She hadn’t thought about Nathan in years.  It was all a closed or cold case file, she thought.  And isn’t he ever going to speak?   Suddenly, he turned and faced her sideways.  “What lovely roses…

  • The Teddy Bear War

    It started as a minor altercation. A reporter came to their country to do a story on some event that was taking place. What event, you ask? Well, the event doesn’t matter, but since you asked, it was a celebration on the outskirts of their main city. He was, at this event, invited to a…

  • Five Dollars

    “Five dollars!” Jesse looked around him to see if anyone was looking, glancing carefully at the dirty bill lying on the street half covered by the mud and grime of the gutter. He dropped the folder of papers under the books in his arms to fall close to it and prayed that they didn’t land in…

  • The Hanging

    “I had the dream again last night Father.” “What dream, my child?” The black robed man sat down on the bench. a careful distance from the young girl. Dark matted curls fell away from the side of her face, revealing one bright, tear streaked eye peering up at him. She wiped her sleeve across her…

  • Ghost Story

    Lamia walked quickly down the lane,  Epona at her side, strutting in that cute way she had, tail fanning in the air and ears perked for every sound.  Pulling her cloak tightly about her as a chill wind picked up and etched against her skin. Not very fashionable in this age, but she had never…

  • It’s a Matter of Time

    Aubrey made one final sweep with the piece of chalk she had in her hand, then smooched back and leaned against the tree and looked at her brother. “Is it finished?”  he asked. “What do you think?” Aubrey asked.  “Doesn’t it look finished to you?” “I think most of them look finished many times before…

  • A Quiet Disturbed

    Swirls of mist rose up from the ground, hovering gently above it, caressing it and checking its substance.  A stir breathed into it and moved it in swirls and undulations, soft glows emanating within its depths like bodies swimming and riding the currents.  Diffused faces looked around, disoriented, seemingly lost and confused.  The glows shifted…