Thank you to @negativer, @tinypaleokitchen and @aksounder for the nominations. Rules: 7 black & white images that represent an aspect of your life. Present one image every day for seven days. No people.

Thank you to @negativer, @tinypaleokitchen and @aksounder for the nominations. Rules: 7 black & white images that represent an aspect of your life. Present one image every day for seven days. No people.

Thank you to @negativer, @tinypaleokitchen and @aksounder for the nominations. Rules: 7 black & white images that represent an aspect of your life. Present one image every day for seven days. No people.

Thank you to @negativer, @tinypaleokitchen and @aksounder for the nominations. Rules: 7 black & white images that represent an aspect of your life. Present one image every day for seven days. No people.

One of a Kind The plink-thwank-plink of the cheap plastic ceiling fan. Not making it any cooler. He stares as the blades–dust on the edges he knows he won’t clean though he should–blur into a dull gray

The Custodian, Chapter 4 Gallard He told the old man he didn’t need to go in with him this time, told him to just open the door and leave. The man looked up at him sheepishly, and lowered his head. “That

Scotch She could still smell a faint hint of scotch on his breath. It smelled expensive, the way truffles shaved over the too-small plate of something she couldn’t pronounce smelled expensive earlier.

Fireflies So many flickers of blue, lavender really, but everybody said they were blue, although they were less blue than the sky just a bit earlier, or the one dress she liked because of its sapphire

The Reader “No need to bury the dead twice,” Lucas tells me as he lifts the shovel. The grooves in his forehead cut across the still-raw scar, the flesh red against the stark paleness of his face. I want

This is an entry in the Fictioneer Conflict Prompt Man vs. Society Contest hosted by @jrhughes. Secrets “She has old eyes, Ann.” Leah steps to the window, her back to me. I take a sip of tea, buying time.

The Custodian Ch 3 Gallard* Lyx ran at him before he ever made it to the door of her tiny shack. Her tunic was askew and she wasn’t wearing sandals, her eyes dry and fierce. He stopped. She rammed into

The Custodian Ch 2, Part 2 He stood and turned away, facing the jagged wall of slimy rock and Calysta knows what else. He needed a moment to compose himself, to think of just the right way to do this.

The Custodian Ch 2, Part 1 His aide seemed nervous when telling him that all was ready for the trip. Gallard didn’t blame him. Nobody willingly went to Ash Mountain, not if they planned on coming back.

Airborne It was a small, dusty village, with no rivers or creeks cutting through the rust and gray landscape; no mountains to make your eyes travel over and away, to somewhere misty and blue and pretty.

** THE CUSTODIAN** The other half of Chapter 1. (The beginning of this chapter can be found here) *****Calton***** Gallard approached him, stopping so close he could see a dusting of light hair on the

This is a beginning of a fantasy novel with a bit of YA thrown in. The Custodian, Part 1 Calton The guards were whispering and Calton found it strange they still felt the need to. There were no secrets

The Shepherd The water was too warm but he waded in anyway, wanting to wash off the sudden sense of not belonging. The sunrise was all wrong, the night’s clouds parting abruptly, turning an iridescent

-Marigold Sky- The coffee smelled of chlorine, which was odd, but also made her feel safer about drinking the gray liquid. The girl who poured it stared at her. “You don’t look lost, but yet, you kinda

One Too Many “You’re just like him: a mean drunk and a shitty husband.” Of course she goes there, using my father as a weapon. God rest his dark soul. “I wasn’t all that drunk. Up by about one too many,

Polaris in Miniature It's the waiting that hits all the raw places, that singes the parts of your soul that aren't too scarred to feel the sharp burn of it. You recall, distinctly, watching her as she