His vanilla cream coating hid a core of sticky, sweet cherry filling, the round succulent globes pressed in on each other like earthy hearts of blood red juices to soak her shivering tongue in ecstasy.
I never heard the term, 'cryptid', until two weeks ago. Wikipedia describes it as: "...An animal or plant whose existence has been suggested but has not been discovered or documented by the scientific community. Cryptids often appear in folklore and mythology, leading to stories and unfounded belief about their existence." So, basically, cryptids are entities … Continue reading cryptid
Some mornings, it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps. --Emo Philips I've had a string of days like the one beautifully described by Emo Philips, an old favorite. It's not necessarily anything external going on. The leather straps are internal obstacles that I haven't managed to work past yet. Things like old thought … Continue reading some mornings
I made it a point to get through Whitley Strieber's book, The Key, as quickly as possible in an effort to make up for lost ground. This kind of book is a guilty pleasure for me. Ghosts, aliens, past lives, witchcraft, Atlantis... these topics fascinate me but I rarely dig into books that explore these … Continue reading thoughts on strieber’s the key
So much for reading one book every week. The Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut took over one month for me to get through. Not because it was a difficult read. I just kept getting distracted by other projects. Developing consistent, productive routines has proven to be much more difficult for me than I imagined … Continue reading thoughts on vonnegut’s the sirens of titan
This past weekend, my husband and I traveled to Sault Ste Marie, MI for the 9th annual Michigan Paranormal Convention. It's one of the largest, if not the largest, conventions of its kind in the Midwest. The speakers were luminaries of weird whom I've known about or watched on television for years. And I'd say … Continue reading the weirdo convention
Oh, whispering muse, thank you for your generous gifts of inspiration wrapped, curiously enough, in fragile bubbles that drift briefly and often imperceptibly toward my general direction. I'd be even more grateful if I could receive more of your messages. Could you possibly work on your aim? I'm never quite sure if the packages are … Continue reading oh whispering muse
My spouse and I watched episode 7 of Confession Tapes on Netflix last night. It was about Larry DeLisle who drove his wife and four small children into the Detroit River in 1989. DeLisle and his wife survived but all four children died. He was convicted of murder and sentenced to four life terms in … Continue reading mandela effect: wyandotte drowning