To those of you that followed my AtoZChallenge posts, you will have no doubt met Brother Jack.
Brother Jack is my new co-host, if you will, and will be a central character in one of my future novels. 291 more words
Along the ragged coastline of the great sea, the surf, beneath a sky the color of black mold puckered with storm-clouds like abssesses pulsing to burst, rages, foaming and frothing against cold black sand and jettis of jagged rocks piled like carrion-bones. 171 more words
Dearest Violet is in my kitchen, slicing and dicing vegetables for our soup. She has chosen a recipe for chicken soup, and the meat is already finely sliced and lightly fried, and it now sits on blotting paper to the side, awaiting its immersion in the stock when it is ready, ready to fully absorb the many herbs and spices she has required. 993 more words