Moleskine Pages- A Saintly Saint

She was a moveable feast. A picnic basket in human form. A universal mother. I hate her.

Moleskine Pages- Dammit!

Personally I don't appreciate being rescued, especially when I know I need help, I am perverse that way.

Moleskine Pages- I Wish We Could Keep Our Heads Buried In The Sand

This page took less than an hour to complete and I scanned it in straight away. So this is really fresh. I normally allow works to percolate for a time to see if I still liked them , understood them even.

Moleskine Pages- I'd Rather Decline The Honour

Being offered as a sacrifice is an honour not to be taken lightly. To be food for the Gods is a guarantee of immortality. So why did I have to be dragged towards the dark cave?
They were full of joy at not being chosen. The tried to convince me I was the lucky one.

Moleskine Pages- The Smell Of Martyrdom

She disappeared piece by piece over time. We ate bits of her for breakfast, lunch, supper and the occasional snack. She didn't mind...as long as we were happy. The only thing that would have enhanced the taste was a scream of pain or a few tears of regret.

Moleskine Pages - My Own Private Utopia

The roll call came out of the blue. Mentally deducting sins from acts of altruistic goodness, we assembled for judgement. Would context come into the equation? Would my acts of childhood malice and youthful menace count? We jostled and elbowed our way to the back of the queue. Those with money strode smugly to the front.

Moleskine Pages- misrule

The heat scorched my feet. Voices whisper, call and shout. Our body heat nourished and drew forth the Lord Of Misrule. we hovered in the balance.