Tag Archive | Jon Olson
Lake Lurkers
Originally posted on Pen of the Damned:
Martin Maddox wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and resumed hacking away at a particularly thick tree branch with his hatchet. He was halfway up his ladder preparing the large black spruce tree in front of his one level home on Lake…
Damned Words 9
Originally posted on Pen of the Damned:
Time Jon Olson How long has it been? No way to keep track. Not in here; not in this crypt. Iām sure the humans know. Once, they were prey; I was the hunter, too powerful for defeat. How long since they dug this pit and threw me in?…
Damned Words 8
Originally posted on Pen of the Damned:
Nothing Lives Jon Olson Reflections in windows tease and haunt, showing what was, and what is no longer. Do not look at the glass! Damn, too late. Reflected before me is a tree. Its trunk, branches, and leaves, all on display. I want it to be real. I…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 