104 Quotes by Jazz Feylynn

Dream images swell against the mind's sleeping inner shores

Every creative writer dips into their soul's well bringing forth from their pens, inks array of rainbow colors never seen in the physical world.

Witchin' stitchin'Stitchin' witchin

The night window is a pitched dark mirror reflecting back the room's bright warm interior.

Pull up a chair and get comfy as the pages get flying for a wild ride through many different worlds of story. I'll catch ya later after I turn the next page, chapter, or maybe two, or ...

The cold bright moon hung low in the sky. Weeping as it set.

Barely caught thoughts whisper timeless weavings in my mind.

Tongue and hand tied. It cut me off, trapped and held me within my own silent dark word tomb.

Words combine with ever-widening blood puddles spilled from the suffocating death wounds.