William walked to the edge of the overhanging rock and surveyed the horizon.
“It should have never come to this. All blood and gore and malice.”
Originally posted on Silver Birch Press:
How to Treat a Muse, Partly by Lawrence Miles Lose the muse in a pile of dirty laundry Walk the earth…
The King’s corpse lay in the open until nightfall when it was gathered with the rest.
“I don’t relish slaughter, but the man was most unreasonable. Stiff-necked and proud.”
“I loved Ray Welk from the time I was eight years old. The love bug bit me and I felt the sting in my soul.”
“This is not a gentlemanly conveyance,” protested Ondred.
Originally posted on Christine Parker Art Blog:
10×8” acrylic on gessobord using palette knife, brushes, razor and stick
The smoke wrapped around them like a worn blanket, memorizing each form.
“”My gloves!” said Creath, pointing. “There are the glove I dropped!” Ondred walked to the prickly bush and picked them off. Then, he walked to Creath and… Read more “Flight, Chapter Six”