The little that I know about my father’s history as a sailor boils down to this: there are things I will never know, and for that I should be grateful. His words, not mine. He seems to think I’m not capable of fully comprehending the things he’s done. Well, perhaps that’s true, but I would … Continue reading Writing Exercise: Storytime
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Writing Exercise: The Sea of Antiquities
Mediterranian Sea - 1793 (approx.) I often wonder if living humans realize the wealth they have amassed at the bottom of the ocean. None of which was intentional, certainly, or perhaps was made by some kind of madman, but I never cease to be amazed by the items long forgotten (thus dredged up by … Continue reading Writing Exercise: The Sea of Antiquities
Haunted Houses in Foreclosure
It's been way too long since I've spoken with you and it has made me very sad 😦 Part of my stint away from this blog has been due to forgetfulness and I'm aware of that (I apologize!) However, lately it has been me trying to get used to my new schedule: balancing school, work, … Continue reading Haunted Houses in Foreclosure
Cuddly Ghosts and Terrifying Tales of an Island
I just got back from a short stint to Mackinac Island (pronounced Mackinaw for any non-Michiganders out there who don't know). It's located between the tip of the Michigan mitten and the Upper Peninsula (the thing that kind of looks like a bunny jumping over the mitten), smack dab in the middle of Lake Huron. … Continue reading Cuddly Ghosts and Terrifying Tales of an Island
This is a Book: Chapter Twenty-Three
The Forest of Hands and Teeth The inside of the castle dungeons are more than cold, they’re freezing, and there’s little question of why. The entire thing is made of ice, thick layers of the stuff on the walls, on the floor, on the black and gray cell doors. Spiny fingers of deep blue, frozen … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter Twenty-Three
This is a Book: Chapter Thirteen
To Catch a Pirate It takes me a moment to realize my name (and not Mary’s) has escaped from the man’s lips. Rose, he definitely said Rose. “Y-yes,” I stammer as Randy’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “Wait,” the boy says incredulously. “Can everyone see her but me?” “We’ve been waiting for quite … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter Thirteen
This is a Book: Chapter Nine
And Then There Were None The street vendor pays no attention to Mary’s hands as she swiftly plucks a copy of today’s newspaper from the stack on his cart and tucks it under her jacket. He can’t, he’s too busy staring at her chest. Dirty rat. While he’s distracted, I smear a mark onto the … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter Nine
This is a Book: Chapter Seven
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe “What do you mean you didn’t get the money?” My father’s face is puckered and red, and I’m sure he is going to reach out one of his meaty hands and nock me against my head, but he doesn’t. “Did she give you something else?” His eyes watch … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter Seven
This is a Book: Chapter Five
Treasure Island My trudge back to the pirate ship is a long one. The wind whips sharply through the empty, cobblestone alleys, and I swear I can feel its cold bite against my skin. I know that can’t be true, it must be in my mind, but for a moment it’s almost as if I’m… … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter Five
Ultimately Useless Stories 