mariannedraegonprokop:
There remained something about the old cellar that continued to haunt her.
mariannedraegonprokop:
the Old Room
mariannedraegonprokop:
Inside the Mirror
mariannedraegonprokop:
Strange Vortex
mariannedraegonprokop:
Caught inside the rusted tin house she decided to make the best of it and choose a room for herself.
mariannedraegonprokop:
Like a character in some bad horror film she began her climb up the stairs, knowing for certain something dreadful awaited her at the top.
mariannedraegonprokop:
Reality of a Child's Dream
mariannedraegonprokop:
Reality of a Widow's Dreams
mariannedraegonprokop:
Lost
mariannedraegonprokop:
No one was sure where the children had gone or if they would ever return.
mariannedraegonprokop:
these children
mariannedraegonprokop:
Just like a cat staring at something no one else can see, she was transfixed by the shadowy corner.
mariannedraegonprokop:
Sure there was movement in the long abandoned house she crept up the slope to have a closer look
mariannedraegonprokop:
Coming Out
mariannedraegonprokop:
count your steps, add them up, breathe
mariannedraegonprokop:
Small Traveller
mariannedraegonprokop:
The Watchers
mariannedraegonprokop:
playground ghost
mariannedraegonprokop:
Cooler in here than outside, and rich with the sound of shuffling feet like so many grasshoppers hidden in the weeds.
mariannedraegonprokop:
image
mariannedraegonprokop:
Why do they have to go
mariannedraegonprokop:
Wig Study #1
mariannedraegonprokop:
The Quiet
mariannedraegonprokop:
City Sky
mariannedraegonprokop:
Different Growths
mariannedraegonprokop:
Mea Culpa
mariannedraegonprokop:
Wait, wait, wait..
