Children never ventured into the Nary wood. They knew all too well and understood of the dangers that fell, and tales that were told, and retold again; stories of now and then. # They were handed down by infinite numbers of older sisters and older brothers, of brood before and since brood began. You mustContinue reading “The Scary Nary (A wicked rhyme)”
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Mascotte
In the year 1822, in the South Pacific aboard the Ameritas, Allen Markum looked to the front of the ship. There, its figurehead, a sea monster named Mascotte, was carved into its prow. Allen gazed beyond and out over the endlessly rumpled ocean. The waves rose and fell like many gills of a living thing.Continue reading “Mascotte”
Follow My Frozen Heart
My face freezes as I peer out from my mountain cave overlooking the village. The cold seizes me with shivers as my breaths quiver from sadness and anger. The village glows through the falling snow that ever thickens. I can’t tell if I am numb from cold or grief as I peek down below atContinue reading “Follow My Frozen Heart”
Breaking The Chain
Marlene sat in a wheelchair next to her bedroom window. She strained to look through its furthest most edge where she heard the laughter of children nearby. She sighed and drifted into thoughts of adventuring outside to play, longing to chase and run as she once did. Her father entered the room. “Hey kiddo,Continue reading “Breaking The Chain”
CAUGHT IN PIE TOWN
CHAPTER 1 NATE Had you shaken a snow globe, then flash-froze it, the action, though unmoving, would still be expressed. This was the appearance of Nate Jackson. His eyes welled with a horrid vision, his hands clenched something that wasn’t there, and his mouth stretched open cupping a moan that never emerged as his motionless body layContinue reading “CAUGHT IN PIE TOWN”
THE FLAVORIST
“Mortem praeparare meum novum maximum cofectio!”Adolf Van De Groot bellows from the mezzanine above a gathering of chocolate makers in the grand hall of the Van De Groot Chocolaterie located in the heart of Brussels. His commanding voice reverberates through the hallowed hall with the reverence of his great ancestors, “I haveContinue reading “THE FLAVORIST”
Mascotte
In the year 1822, in the South Pacific aboard the Ameritas, Allen Markum looked to the front of the ship. There, its figurehead, a sea monster named Mascotte, was carved into its prow. Allen gazed beyond and out over the endlessly rumpled ocean. The waves rose and fell like many gills of a living thing.Continue reading “Mascotte”
The Scary Nary (A wicked rhyme)
Children never ventured into the Nary wood. They knew all too well and understood of the dangers that fell, and stories that were told, and retold again; old stories of now and then. # They were handed down by infinite numbers of older sisters and older brothers, of brood before and since brood began. YouContinue reading “The Scary Nary (A wicked rhyme)”
