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November 2016 Day 28

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It’s been a busy morning, and I have worked on my NaNo writing, but I’m not finished yet. However, my brains needed a break from the novel. So I took myself to Hobby Lobby and picked up a few things. Mainly some upholstery fabric for my office chair (I hate the leather feel, so I got a lovely quilted fabric) and some things needed for the project.

 

I have other things going on inside of this brain of mine. More story ideas. Mostly short stories. I’m jot the ideas down and that will give me something to toy with when the mood strikes.

 

 

So on to today’s BlogHer prompt:

Nov. 28: What was your most precious possession when you were a kid?

 

When I was little, I had this large stuffed animal. It was a lamb. I used it as a pillow, and kept it very safe in my room. Of course, her name was Lamb chop. I know, how original. Come on, I was like, four years old. However, I kept that same silly lamb all the way into my early teens until after many fix- ups and stitches the poor lamb needed that it just disintegrated. I have never seen another lamb quite like it. Not for the massive size it was. I don’t even know where my mom had gotten, because when you are four and presented with a lamb that’s as big as you are, you just don’t question it. You love and cuddle it.

 

Now, as an adult, I have…oddities. So many. I can’t pick a favorite. I rotate them out, sometimes buying more when something truly captivating catches my weird eye. Living Dead Dolls, homemade voodoo dolls from New Orleans, voodoo dolls I’ve made myself. Then there are my Walking Dead figures and my Pacific Rim Jaeger’s – Gypsy Danger being my favorite, of course. My skeletal animals. Candles galore. We won’t start on my coffee mug collection.

 

There is one constant in all my oddities that never leaves the edge of my desk however. That would be Edgar Allen Poe. He’s a rather tall figure, and off course, he’s a bobble head. At his feet is his ever-present raven. I give him a poke now and then and he kindly gives me a nod of approval.

 

The eccentricities go on and on…I have nearly a whole room full of boxes of stuff.

 

 

So there we have it!


Nov 2016 Day 27 (Special)

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Working on my NaNo word count this morning, but wanted to get this post up because I am super excited about it. I wrote this piece yesterday before reposting part one of it. I wrote it in about 10 minutes. Yes, when the inspiration strikes, you don’t question it – you just do it. You get those words out and on to the page and watch it all form into something you feel is wonderful.

 

I hope those of you who have taken a liking to part one of this story enjoy this second part.

 

Please read and feel free to comment! I included the link to the original post just for those who haven’t read part one.

 

Enjoy!!

 

https://niume.com/pages/post/?postID=141636  (original One of Three post)

 

Two of Three

 

It had been a few years since he killed the puppy. It was fascinating to him. Over the weeks since he had buried it, he had gone back, dug it up with his mother’s good spoon, and examined the remains. Repeatedly. Bugs started eating the animal. Then the fur and skin started falling off. It was really stinky and gross to handle.

 

Again, that had been a few years ago. He had killed more animals since. Lately, it just wasn’t as fun or as fascinating as it had been.

 

In that time, he had developed night terrors. He started wetting the bed. His ‘friends’ made fun of him. Really, they weren’t his friends. He hated them all, but their mums made them all play together. He always snuck off to do his own thing anyway.

 

This week was vacation week. The holidays. Autumn had things crisp and cool. It also had the little lizards and frogs starting to seek shelter from the cold.

 

Sometimes though, during the day, you could catch them sunning themselves on the smooth rocks to keep their body heat up. It was the prime time to catch them up. He killed some of them, of course. Digging around in their insides. He started saving some, too, however. They had a neat feel to them. Slick and smooth. They looked slimy, but they really weren’t.

 

This evening there was to be a bonfire and his spirits were flying high. He loved playing with fire. He’d set a few small ones. Nothing major, except for a small old tree house in the woods. It was exciting, but it seemed to be lacking something.

 

So now all his family were milling around this lovely big bonfire. They were all drinking their grown up drinks, hardly paying attention to anything but one another and their stupid conversations.

 

His little sister was roasting marshmallows in the fire on a long stick mum had found for her.

 

He watched intently. He watched curiously.

 

What would happen if he held her hand in the fire? Would the skin melt off like dripping wax? Or would it get all crunchy like the marshmallows when you leave them in too long and they catch fire a little bit?

 

He really wanted to know.

 

But…this was his little sister. He’d get the spanking of a lifetime if he did something bad.

 

A smiled settled on his cherubic face. Pulling from his flannel jacket pocket, he produced a small jar. It had a few lizards and frogs in it.

 

He wanted to try different things.

 

He had to be careful though. He couldn’t let anyone see.

 

Moving to the other side of the bonfire, where no one was sitting, he pulled a frog from the jar and tossed it in the edge of the fire. It immediately caught fire and shriveled all up, turning black. It then just looked like a weird rock.

 

He pulled a lizard out next. He tried to put it on a smooth stone at the fires edge, but the fire was too hot. It was weird. The tail and legs of the little lizard caught fire first, and it squiggled and squirmed around before the rest of it was consumed in the flames.

 

He smiled, the light of the fire glimmering in his eyes.

 

He inched a little closer to the fire and used a stick to scoot the little jar of remaining frogs and lizards onto the flat stone at the edge he had aimed for with the lizard.

 

The little reptiles went into a frenzy, then one by one… they popped! It was beautifully disgusting!

 

He laughed to himself, thoroughly entertained.

 

It was a short-lived bit of fun though, when his mum came looking for him. It was time to go in. He didn’t want to. He wanted to play with the fire more. He wanted to put more things in. He didn’t want to go to bed, either. However, maybe he wouldn’t have any accidents tonight with all the lovely images in his head of the reptiles and the fire dancing behind his eyes.

 

Tomorrow he would go back and retrieve the jar and its contents for his inspection. He would see what the pretty fire would do to other things, too, after stealing the big box of long matches off the picnic table.


Nov 2016 Day 26 (Special)

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So, not too long ago a had written a bunch of short stories and posted them on the Niume website. This story in particular seemed to be a hit with readers. I thought I would bring it here to the blog and share, let you all see what you think. Tomorrow, we will revisit this young lad…

 

One of Three

(original post: https://niume.com/pages/post/?postID=141636 )

 

He dug into the hard ground with a spoon near a tall tree. He made sure this tree was recognizable to him from all the others in the forest behind his home. He had his reasons.

The biggest being was in case he wanted to come back and remember. Remember the feeling. What if he never did it again? He had to preserve the memory somehow.

He lifted the small puppy up and lay it in the shallow hole he had dug with the spoon. His mother would kill him if she knew he had taken her good serving spoon. She thought she had lost it weeks ago, however. No blame was ever cast on him.

He looked down at the sad little puppy. A sound suddenly spooked him from behind. He looked around, paranoia setting in. Hurriedly he scooped the dirt over the puppy. He placed a few sticks and leaves over the small mound, shoving the spoon deep into the now soften dirt as sort of a marker.

Standing, he wiped the dirt and blood off his hands the best he could with the towel he had used to hide the puppy he had killed.

As he walked home, he tossed it into a nearby stream.

Walking into his home, his mum met him at the door. He smiled sweetly.

‘All things truly wicked start from an innocence…’

~~authors note: I titled this ‘One of three’ as killing small animals as a child or juvenile, is one of the three little quirks most all serial killers share. The others are bedwetting, pyromania, infatuation with ‘dark things’, abuse- be it physical or sexual, or abusing those weaker than themselves, stealing, etc…There are three key items on a list that Profilers look for when building their profiles on killers.~~

 


November 2016 Day 25

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Day after Thanksgiving, I’m tired, I’m hung-over. Feeling every bit sluggish. My office is in a state that is unacceptable to me and its really working on my last OCD nerve – however, they are not my items to be moving and re-organizing and cleaning up, they belong to a guest. I have to pull in those negative feelings about ‘my space’ and how I like it to be kept. However, very soon it won’t be an issue. I have ordered a portable storage barn for the backyard. Everything that is jammed packed into my third bedroom will be going in there, and my semi-permanent houseguest will have their own room and office desk in that room and the use of my drafting table in there, so that my own personal office space will be mine once again. Thank goodness for that, because I am two ticks away from losing my shit.

 

So, on to todays BlogHer prompt:

Nov. 25: What do you think we could all do better with if we looked at it with a child’s eyes?

 

Everything. Honestly, everything.

 

Children of a particular age have no use for racism, discrimination and hate in their little lives. They live life to the fullest with no political/religious/social ends. The world is clear and free to them. All they want is safety, security and to be themselves.

 

Everything would be richer and fuller. The world would be filled with more kindness toward everyone and everything. We would have the grand scale of beauty in raw form in art and literature. Our minds would be free and not polluted with the little things they are filled with today as adults. The muck that muddles the mind.

 

It would all be appreciated more by the world at large.


November 2016 Day 24

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No NaNo word count yet, too many things going on this morning. Cooking, watching TV…drinking. YES, THERE…I ADMIT IT! I am aiming to get a little tipsy by this evening, logging into one of my RP Games, and doing some RP writing. I have taken most of the month away from my characters and their respective significant others, so now they all deserve to be let out of the box and enjoy a day with their loved ones. I know, I’m weird. My characters in my RP worlds are precious to me.

 

So, on to todays BlogHer prompt:

 Nov. 24: Have you ever rage-quit a job?

 

Yes, I have rage quit one job. I would do it again, as well.

 

You see, I used to work as a night auditor for a hotel in the local area. My daughter was only 4 at the time. These people would abuse the fact that I needed money (which subsequently all went into someone to keep my daughter for me).

 

Here is what my typical schedule would look like.

Day 1

11pm – 7am

3pm- 11pm

 

Day 2

7am-3pm

11pm-7am

 

Sometimes, I didn’t even get hours off between shifts. I would work one drastically long shift from 11pm to 3pm. BUT…these people would not give me 40 hours a week, so no overtime, and no benefits. Just me, exhausted. Did I mention I was only making minimum wage as well?

 

So my boiling point came at the holidays. They knew I was a single mom. All other employees were much old; their kids lived half way across the country and had no grant plans for holiday events.

 

Not a single person would volunteer to take my shifts so I could be with my daughter, or even just have a decent break and catch my breath.

 

So, I didn’t exactly rage out. I sent a letter to corporate, and that same morning, I gave a sort of nasty note to management and my fellow employees telling them all to enjoy rushing to cover my shifts because I quit. When management came in, read the note, they panicked, and I smiled and walked out the door, never to go back.

 

I got on with a new job shortly after that left me working with ideal hours. M-F, 8am-5pm.

 

So, only one job really got under my skin. And I rectified that. Do I feel bad? Hell no. That place was toxic for me at that time in my life, and my daughter needed me more.

 

Well, you all have a great holiday weekend! Watch out for the Black Friday Sales or do like me and order all the things online and drink all the alcohol!


November 2016 Day 23

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I have been out of the house all day, hence the late posting and no NaNoWriMo word count. I’ll have to work on that tonight. Today I ran errands everywhere. Even down to the next town, which is about 40-45 minutes away.

 

 

So I’m keeping the blogging to a minimum today. Sorry folks. L

 

 

 

Now to BlogHers prompt for today:

Nov. 23: What’s the weirdest/grossest thing your pet has ever done?

 

 

Jeffrey Jones. I don’t know what makes him do it, but he loves just SHOVING his nose in the girls butts. I’m talking aggressive shoving. AND THEY LET HIM!! They just stand there and are like ‘okay, dude, whatever floats your boat.’

 

 

And Jeffrey is fixed. He has never even sprayed. I don’t think he’s aware that he can!

 

 

He’s just weird.

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November 2016 Day 22

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No NaNo count yet…my creative juices just DO NOT want to flow today. Plus, being in pain is kind of distracting. So, I’ll work on my NaNoWriMo later.

 

 

On to todays BlogHer prompt:

 

Nov. 22: What TV show are you obsessed with? Share 10 reasons it’s better than the other shows.

 

 

Just one? JUST ONE? Nope, not fair. I hate being asked to list just ONE favorite of anything, because I just don’t think that way. So, you’ll get a list of my favorites, and not quite 10 reasons why.

 

 

Here we go:

 

 

  1. The Walking Dead :
  • A – HELLO… end of the world as we know it drama. Dead things to poke with a stick! Danger, drama, in-fighting!
  •               B – Daryl Dixon anyone? Negan? Come on…hawtness.
  • C – Watching zombies age. Seriously, if you have watched since season one; they have become        skinnier and more brittle.
  • D – Carl. Watching him grow from little snot nosed brat to big snot nosed brat who can kick your     ass. Nice one.
  •               E – Plain old people are more of a threat than the dead things.
  •               F – Mysterious lawn mowing. Serious, who is going around cutting everyones lawn?
  •  G – Gasoline. People…gasoline has a shelf life. At this point, with how they have aged Judith, that shelf life has expired.
  • H – Rick Grime and Michonne anyone?
  • I – Michonne and her sword anyone?
  • J – Michonnes sword anyone?

 

 

  1. Vikings :
  • They’re Vikings!
  • Hot Vikings
  • Tyranny
  • Plundering
  • Lovely duels of wit – from Vikings
  • Pillaging
  • Shield Maidens! Kick ass!

 

 

 

  1. Supernatural :
  • Do I even need to list all the awesomeness that is this show?

 

 

  1. Daredevil :
  • Again, too many reasons. Most importantly though: The Punisher.

 

 

 

That about wraps up what I watch on a regular basis. I like American Horror Story, but will admit to being in and out with it. I don’t watch weekly, I just sort of binge when I feel like it. I don’t know how I feel about this season yet. Didn’t care for last or Circus. Coven was okay. The first season was undoubtedly the best.

 

 

So there you have it.

 

 

Be Sweet, my lovelies…


November 2016 Day 21

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Howdy!

 

No NaNo word count yet today, I am just getting home from yet another doctors visit. This time I got some groovy awesome painkillers. Those two bilateral shots on either side of my spine did not help very much, though I now am sporting two lovely large bruises from them.

 

I’m having a hard time getting around. It hurts – shooting straight up my spine – when I lift my left leg. I am left-side dominant. -.- It hurts to try to change positions in bed. It hurts to step up and down into my office, since it sits lower than the rest of the house and had a big step down.

 

I have to rely on others to help me with day-to-day tasks and it bothers me to no end. I admit, it bothers me more that things aren’t done how I do them. I mean, I am grateful for the help though. Sounds kind of weird, doesn’t it?

 

 

Anywho…let’s move on to the BlogHer prompt for today:

Nov. 21: What is the one thing you wish people better understood about something in your life?

 

My eccentricities. I am a very eclectic and eccentric person, especially for being an introvert. I like my neon green shoes laces in my purple shoes with my purple socks. I like my hair being blue and green streaked at the moment. (It was teal last month)

 

I like that I will only go certain places at certain times. I keep schedules, I keep date books, and I keep PC journal and a hand written journal. I horde post-its, coloring books and a variety of art supplies that I will probably never use.

 

To try to narrow it down is hard. I am very multifaceted.

 

Ever see that meme about a woman having 1000 tabs open in their brain all at once? That is me. My mind never stops. I have to take medications to sleep; otherwise, I’d never sleep. My body would be in way worse shape, too.

 

So, if anything, I would want people to understand that even though I am socially introverted out there in the world, I am a thoughtful, creative, eccentric old southern girl that isn’t as mean as she looks and if you speak to me, you’ll gain a friend. Do not judge on appearances. I DO have that ‘resting b!tch face’ syndrome….Lol.

 

So now, I’m going to see if one of my 1000 open tabs in my brain can pull out my Book Two word document and get to work on another new chapter. J

 

Be sweet, my lovelies…


November 2016 Day 20

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Well, here’s todays little snippet from Book Two: The Path of Redemption.

 

Fight scene! Hells yeah! Remember, all unedited thus far…

 

A rumbled chuckle echoed through the cave. “All those fancy warriors and they send you in here? Or is it that you missed me and wanted more?” He slowly stood, turning to face her, the fire illuminating his features. Trapped in human form he was devilishly handsome. Tall, muscular, tousled black hair and a crooked smile. But his scent gave him away. There was no hiding that. And his eyes. The changing red and amber. His aura flickered around him. Very much uncommon for a demon.

 

Addison’s grip on her sword tightened.

 

He opened his arms, seeming un-threatening. “Aw, come now… is this any way to greet a friend? What would the Baron think of your manners, eh, lil bird?”

 

She winced at the moniker.

 

He put his arms down, shedding the jacket he had on, pulling a large dagger from his belt. “Well, if you aren’t going to grace me with that Southern hospitality and charm, then let’s get down to business.” He then snarled out.

 

Her silence obviously unnerved him. “I’ll have you squirming and moaning under me before dawn, lil bird. You might have a bunch of Templar wards protecting you, but I don’t need to shift to tear your sweet little ass apart.” He hissed.

 

Addison had heard quite enough. Her pale blue eyes lightened as she brought her sword up to herself, almost as if she was offering it to him. She gripped the hilt in her left hand and pulled the saya free, letting it fall to the stone and ice floor at her feet.

 

The demon grinned, crouching slightly, his blade at the ready.

 

Addison lowered her sword to her side. Gripping it with both hands as the blade pointed downward, coming past her thighs. She was making ready for an upward swing as she took off in a full charge. The demon chuckled, taking off from his position to meet her in this dance.

 

She swung upwards, her blade catching him across the chest in a vertical slice, penetrating deep into flesh and muscle. Addison didn’t go unscathed either, however, as his dagger sliced through her side. She didn’t relent. She didn’t have that luxury. She spun gracefully. Her sword coming across his shoulder, cleaving through bone as his dagger embedded in her thigh. She grit her teeth, and he growled loudly, his deep voice vibrating through the ice beneath her.

 

She hopped back, distancing herself a bit, pulling his dagger from her leg and tossing it aside. Now he was weaponless. That didn’t mean he was defenseless. He was strong, even trapped in human form.

 

He was still talking. Growling. Mocking. But he was bleeding, and that was good. Addison’s eyes watched as his dark blood stained the ground beneath him. But it wasn’t enough. She still wanted more.

 

She blocked out everything he was saying. Tuning him out, only hearing the rumble of his deep voice and the heart beating in his chest.

 

She charged again, bringing her sword upward as she had before. This time slashing opposite, leaving an ‘X’ cleaved into his flesh. The ice was slippery under them; they were too close to his fire. She didn’t expect him to grab her up by the neck so quick, tossing her like a rag doll into the cave wall before tossing his weight onto her.  From his boot, he pulled a small folded knife. He flicked it open with his thumb before sliding it deep down her face, from forehead to chin, blinding her right eye.

 

The pain was excruciating, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her voice it. He loomed over her, bringing his tongue over the wound. His saliva felt like acid as he chuckled, tasting her blood across his tongue.

 


November 2016 Day 19

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Since there is no BlogHer prompts on the weekend, I thought I’d fill you in on my PAIN. No, really. Yes, lots of pain, but persevering.

 

I’m listening to a meditation mix on my media player – subtle wind chimes with ocean waves and rain with light thunder. So relaxing.

 

The cats are on a rampage today, using anything as a springboard, including my chair and me.

 

I haven’t work on NaNo yet today, but you have been tracking my word count meter, you’ll see the past couple of days have been low in the word count. I can’t concentrate when in pain. I am going to work later to work on one a chapter.

 

For today, however, you will get a snippet of one on the first chapters in Book Two ‘The Path of Redemption’.

 

And here we go…hope you enjoy…

 

“I look for versatility in warriors, for compassion in friends, for the spirit in lovers. You managed to fuse this, so I think you warranted more.” One thing he did not like about the Jeep was the damn separation in the seats. Moving an armrest to have her beside him would have been much more fulfilling. “Grandpa and Dad taught me most, my mom taught me cooking, some Tantric prayers, and about her Shinto arts.”

 

“I like things spiked a lot if I’m going to drink; I usually want the buzz to dull things when I do. So absinthe, Everclear, or those potent types – like moonshine – for me work best.”

 

She smiled again. “Mmm… Absinthe… I forgot about that one… haven’t had it in ages.” She said in a soft tone, letting memory serve her the taste.

 

She toyed with her sword between her knees, sliding her hands over the smooth saya. “Cooking…haven’t a clue on how to do it. I don’t even remember the taste of food. I have memories of things I enjoyed, though, like shrimps, jambalaya, and steak. I just don’t remember the tastes anymore. Just memories, like faded feelings.”

 

Her eyes looked down at her hands. “My mother didn’t like me much. I mean, she loved me and all but left me with the nanny to raise. She resented me, I think because I was a difficult labor and delivery. I ruined her insides. She couldn’t have any more children after me. My Papa on the other hand, tended to spoil me. However, no one treated me as well as Neeta. That was my nanny. When I killed everyone on the plantation, I spared her. She died a nice old age, natural death.” She said, a little sorrow touching her voice.

 

“I’m tired of this life.” She then said, out of nowhere. “I don’t want to die or anything; no no no… I’m tired of the loneliness. I never lamented my darkness, but there are things I would prefer to have in its stead.” She said, letting out a small sigh.

 

She then lifted her face, turning her pale blue eyes to the Templar. She looked him over. He was sexy sitting there driving. An extremely handsome man indeed. She offered a small smile.

 

“Are we there yet?”

 

“You’ll get used to food again pretty quick. It gets boring again fast.” The story of her mother was sad. It also did give insight into why it was so easy for her to slip into the darkness if she felt unloved. He resolved that she would never feel that way ever again. “I’m sorry, hon. I wish I could take that away from your mind’s pain, but what I can do is let you know you are loved now and will always be.”

 

 


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