reflections, fiction, historic places and ghost lore
Clear spring water rushed over Francine’s toes. Summer had finally arrived, yet the mornings were still cool enough for the fat worms and frogs to laze about on the muddy bank. On the other side of the creek, the German chamomile’s delicate flowers were swaying in the wind with their petals turned back like little…
This is part of something I wrote during the long nights when I’d been reading a bit too much Penelope Farmer. I’ve set it aside for now, but I thought maybe I could set a bit of it free somewhere. The Winter the Sky Turned Green The old house where Anabel lived was at the…
It was a strange little Christmas Eve. I was to be at my mother’s house at two o’clock, and I needed some time to myself beforehand (for the greater good). I took a walk in one of my favorite eerie places, the Holly Springs woods. It’s a place I’ve visited since I was a child.…
A place for me to share my thoughts and observations on the strange world. I love lighthouses, old books, and forgotten places.
Mary Honeycutt 