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"A Ghostly Family Portrait"

The new house finally. Middled of winter spring cleaning. Hate it all.

The time came where the attic was to be cleaned and rearranged. I walked up the first flight of stairs with a lethargic step; I loathed having to do winter cleaning. I soon reached the small space in the ceiling that I seethingly glared upon.

There was the little string with the large lug nut dangling from the large hatch leading to the attic. I pulled it down, and the hinges screamed their dismay from the lack oil.

I reached up and pulled down the metal stairs. I ascended the steps with grumble upon my lips. I finally reached the top and stepped inside of the dusty, dank abyss. I coughed from inhaling the long, over-needed-to-be cleaned off dust that was caked on all of the possessions that were up here.

I sighed and started to search through boxes to start getting rid of junk. The first box that I encountered happened to be one full of pictures.

When we first moved in a few months ago, in September, it took us a while to get everything so I told my husband to put the rest of the boxes that still needed to be sorted through up in the attic until it was time to go through them. Unfortunately, that day was now. Dang it!!

I pulled out picture that I had in my life seen before. That was then that I noticed I was on the wrong side of the attic. The side that I was on had the possessions of the other family that would be coming back next Summer to collect the rest of their belongings.

I studied the photo; it was an old photograph--black and white. There was an elder couple, three children, a girl and two boys, and a younger couple that had huge smiles on their faces.

I looked over the faces of the children and smiled contented. I've always wanted children, but Jons never did. I'm still working on his fear of changing the diaper.

When I looked at the young girls face, the look of pure abhorrent hatred was etched on her features in a uncharacteristic scowl. Seeing a glare, if you can call it that, on a little girl's face, which was supposed to hold a look of pure innocence and laughter, was one of detestment and harbored malicious intent. That look alone on a young girl's face made my insides shrink and crawl.

I shivered with unease. And against all better judgment, I continued to hold the picture and found that I was studying the face a little closer. A gasp of horror left my throat when the little girl's face began to look strangely like Jons, but in a feminine way. They had the same characteristics. Cold chills were coursing through my spine when I looked even closer at the child. She did not look to be more than seven years old, and yet her face held such hatred--cruelty even...

I squinted my eyes, there was something in her hand; it was hidden, but I could still see it. I got up and grabbed a small plant stand and an old lamp, which with some insane amount of luck still worked. With the lamp plugged in and turned on, I studied the old photo closer under the aid of the light. My hand flew to my mouth to hide horrified gasp that still excaped me. In the hand of the girl there was a hatchet, small but I could see it clearly. Horror struck me when I looked too closely and found that there was a fourth child in the background who was wearing bloody clothes. Her face was have decayed and seemed to be bleeding.

Fear was thoroughly instilled in my heart. The realization of the face struck me hard. This little girl was my husband. The face, the fact that years ago a hatchet is what took his little sisters life, but now I know that he had killed her nad not a random person. My breath caught in my throat and I was shaking uncontrollably. I stared at the picture in absolute terror.

A soft laughs comes from behind me. And I whip my head around and a sigh of relief escapes me. Jons is standing there in the entrance of the attic.

"Hey, honey I tho--" My sentenvce died in my throat as I noticed a hatchet in his hand.

His arm lifted and a scream emitted from my soul....

NEW QUIZ AND CELEBRITY LOOK-A-LIKE!

Ok if you are paying any attention to this post at all then you will be just fine. If not then you are miss everything and will be a loser.
Now, on my other blog (which is the original) you will find a Quiz and a Celebrity Look-A-Like collage. If you are wondering how the heck I am doing this then I suggest that you go to my myspace, BUT I have to add you as my friend, because I have my profile set on private. So, if you're wondering then you can sample what is on my myspace profile by putting these on there.
Oh if you get most of the answers wrong on the quiz about me, then you are obviously not really observant about me. Plus the quiz will tell you whether you are a genious or a loser. But check out the celebrities that I look like.
This is the Princess.
~*The Princess*~

HAPPY B-DAY ERIKA!!!

Hey Erika! This is another birthday thing that I know that you are going ot be so annoyed at that it will make you throw your comuter out of the window and watch it crash to the ground below. I was never good at birthday wishes so I guess you'll have to forgive me for sucking at this. Oh well, at least I got to say what I needed to say.
Love ya. ^-^

<<~~=Subliminal Messaging=~~>>

Even though I am what some people might call "Psychotic" I would like to ensure you that there is nothing wrong with a little mental insanity when it is needed. I mean come on, the people labeled as "Psychotic" (as myself have been labeled), don't get the respect that we need. Seriously, we are just creative people who are taking a mental vacation. We don't always think about the flying bird men who are going to take over the world. THEY'RE REAL!! tHeY aRe PlAnNiNg To KiLl Us AlL!!!! Sorry. Anyway we need to be respected as the out cast mental patients as we are. And not be shunned by the stigmas of society. WHAT OUT FOR THE BIRD MEN!! tHEY WILL KILL US ALL!!! We are human as well as individuals. THEY ARE BENT ON WORLD DOMINATION!! We believe that God has a plan for all of us. KILL THE BIRD MEN!! We never know when he is going to use us for the good of his word. DEATH TO ALL BIRD MEN!! Thank you for understanding and helping us mentally vacationing. We hope you support us in our struggles. STOP THE BIRD MEN!!! Thank you again for your support. BIRD MEN!!
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Mrs. Beichner I was extremely bored and needed something to do other than my story and I've been addicted to blogging. I think you might need to see a shrink after reading this one. Sorry if I have caused any sort emotional and or mental damage. More so I think I need to see a shrink after this one as well. Again I am very sorry about this god forsaken post. Don't know why I just did this at all. Maybe it's because it's quarter til 11:00 at night right now and I really need to get to bed before the buzz in my head turns into a 20 minute "til you literally pass out" ring inside of my head. Ta ta ^-^
Peace out.

Small preview of "Hasta que la Muerte Nos Sepera"

“Hasta que la Muerte Nos Sepera”

The crunching leaves reverberated under her feet as she walked briskly down the sidewalk. The whisper of tree tops bristling in a slight breeze cut through the thickness of silence that engulfed the night ambiance, greeted her ears. A dog, as she passed a persons’ yard, would aid in the disruption of the deafening silence. Her breath came in short puffs and could be seen due to the cold. A cold so profound that it made a lifeless cadaver shiver in its grave in an effort to keep warm; the thought of a body chilling in the grave sent a cold shiver sound her spine causing her to become even more frigid.
“Why does it have to be so damn cold?” She spat as she wrapped her hands around herself and hissed as a cold breeze bit at her already frozen cheeks. Kijana never loved Winter, even as a child her mother always had a hard time trying to force her to go outside and have fun.
The sound of Gospel Christmas songs played in the background as Shainizhya stood at the sink washing the dishes after a large family Christmas dinner. She looked over to Kijana, who was staring out the window with a pout on her face.
“Mama, why do the snow gotta come ev’ry Christmas? It ain’t got no purpose here, and it cold, too.” She whined out in slight disdain. Shainizhya let forth a full, hearty laugh and shook her head at her daughter’s hatred for a little bit of frozen water.
“Kija, why do you not go outside and make a snowman?” Her mother’s sweet, soft voice asked in a cheery tone, ignoring her question.
“I don’t wanna go out theres. It cold! My legs may be fixin’ to fall off the second I goes out there” she exclaimed in that whinny, tone. She’d do and say just about anything to try to get out from going outside in that Hell of all weather and seasons.
Her mother sighed; set down the plate that she finished rinsing and walked over to her daughter, wiping her hands dry on her apron. Kijana craned her neck as she stared into her mother’s green eyes that danced with amusement.
“Beby, ya know ya need to be there for ya brotha. What if he run into the road and get hit? How would you feel?” She said with love in her voice. Kijana nodded her head ashamed with herself that she would rather ditch her little brother, Tyge, and stay inside rather than be out there in the cold snow with him.
“Plus, him look kind of bored out there playin’ all by his lonesome self..” Her mother gestured with her head out the window and Kijana followed her gaze. There was Tyge, sitting in the snow and laughing about absolutely nothing. Even though his complexion was a darker shade of mocha, there was a hint of pink in his cheeks caused by the biting cold and gleeful imagination of a five year old boy. Kijana turned her face back towards her mother and agreed to go out with him.
“Ok, mama. I’ll go out and play wit’ him” she said dutifully. Shainizhya smiled and laughed.
“That my girl. You make me so proud and happy.” Kissing her daughter’s head she hugged her and let her go to put her snow clothes on. Once Kijana was bundled up, her mother sent her outside to her little brother. She stepped outside and her mother shut the door behind her. It was a dry cold—a bitter cold; she didn’t like the feel of it at all. It was wrong.
Kijana began to call for her little brother. But she could not seem to find him.
“Tyge! Come on out and let’s make a snowman!” She shouted as she bent over and began to form a ball in the snow for the base of the snowman. An instant later a snow ball hit her in her back side with a tremendous force.
“OW! Tyge! That really hurt!” An obnoxious laughter followed her exclaim from behind a bush near the yard. Tyge taunted her and she screamed in mock rage as she chased after him. They were soon throwing snow balls at each other; dodging and laughing as they continued the playful assault on one another. Kijana ducks behind a bush and Tyge hides behind the family car in the drive way next to the bush she is hiding in.
“You can’t win” She yells from the bush. Her laughter dies down as she hears no reply. She peaks out from behind the bush to see where and what Tyge was doing. She called out him, she receives a “psst” from a different location form the car. She walks around to find Tyge near the road, but thinks nothing of it as she scoops another snow ball into her hands and throws it at Tyge. He lets out a high pitched, childish scream and runs in the opposite direction.
Shainizhya is in the house drying off her most favorite serving plate when the sound of screeching tires and a low “THUD”, Kijana’s scream for her greets her ears. Her head snaps up and a blood curdling scream escapes her throat and she drops the plate, which shatters everywhere, and runs outside to Tyge.
Kijana watches as her brother’s body is flown high in the air then smacks the hood of the car that had hit him, before sliding off of the hood and landing in a heap in front of the car. She stared in shock as she slowly walked near him, but not to him. He wasn’t moving. Kijana heard a distant scream unimaginable pain, before feeling a rush of air go past her, and then seeing the dark blur bolt over to Tyge.
“Mama” was all she could manage before her mother broke out in a fit of horrific sobs of loss, grief, and pain; lifting Tyge’s head to her breast cradled him. She kept kissing his face and shaking him when he did not respond to her calls to “wake up”.
“Tyge! Please beby, please get up! Mama’s here now, please stop pretending? P-p-pleeaseee!!” She sobbed furiously as she continued to shake him to get him to wake up.
“No! Don’t leave me beby! I need you Tyge! P-please Tygeria, don’t go-o-o-ooo! Aahhh!!!” Shainizhya clutched onto Tyge’s lifeless body and her sobs became more frantic and loud. All the while Kijana was in a state of comatose as she watched her mother try so hard to brink her little boy back… even though both of them knew that that was not going to happen.
The person in the car stepped out and staggered over, he mumbled something that was incoherent to Kijana’s ears, but what he said made her mother become stock still and a feral look came about her eyes. She set Tyge’s body down softly and stood up and faced the paled faced, staggering man.
“You call my Tygeria a dog? How dare you?! You know you drunk! And you come and hit my beby! He dead ‘cause of you! You lucky I don’t disembowel you where you stand! You disgustin’ pig..” Shainizhya said the last part with such malice in her voice Kijana thought she would wet herself due to fright. She looked over to her little brother and walked up to him and kneeled next to him. She stared at his face and was shocked to see him like this. His forehead had been split open along with his cheek, which had a gouge in it; his nose was skinned and his lips were split down the middle. But the thing that was most unsettling the way that his body was in an unnatural position. His legs were bent in, making it look like he was sitting Indian style. His right arm was hanging, but not bloodily; it was bent in the shape of a “V” and had scratches all along the limp limb; the bone sticking just against the skin from the inside. His bodies whole position was unnatural and it looked like a possum that was rammed by a Mac truck.
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This is just a snippet of the original story, nothing more. This is it until the actual is completed. Ta ta ^-^.

What if...?

What would happen if animals could talk? What are some of the questions you would like to ask animals?
That would be so kickin' awesome if animals could talk! I would go up to my grandma's cat Bociphius (I don't even that that is how you spell it.) I would ask him, "Hey Bociphius? Why are you so big, I mean you have enough food and yet you keep eating? Are you depressed? I have never heard of a depressed cat at all." He would probably tell me to shut up and or scratch my face. Oh well. Plus i think some of the Hollywood animals would be so annoyed with their owners. Kind of like Paris Hilton. If I could get close enough to her dog long to ask a question and get answer, the answer would be something like this, "Please get me out of this little bag. She hasn't cleaned this bag for a week and I can't feel my legs. I hate it when she takes me out and starts to kiss my nose, blegh! Her breath smells so bad because her blood type is beer and wine. It makes me want scratch her eyes out and parade them around on my neck as a trophy." Yeah, that is kind of out of nowhere, but oh well.

What would happen if it really did rain cats and dogs?
Well that would be something now wouldn't it? I mean if it was actually raining cats and dogs I would be laughing my butt off trying to separate reality from fantasy. I really do not know what I would do if it was actually raining cats and dogs. That is a good question.

What would happen if you could become invisible whenever you wanted to? What are some of the things you could do that you cannot do now?
If I was invisible and could turn invisible any time that I wanted to it would be on my terms and my terms alone. Some of the things that I would do if I was invisible that I could not do before would actually sneak into Vin Diesel's house. That is all, I swear... But also sneak into my ex-friend's house and scare the living hell out of him. Muahahahahaaa...

What would happen if everyone wore the same clothes?
I would be the only one that was not wearing the same clothes as everyone else. Even if it was the law, I still would not do it. But an answer to the question at hand. It would be sort of nice, because then those girls that wear shirts that show every inch of cleavage that they got--that problem goes away. Plus those other girls that wear absolutely as less as they can, but they are stuffing themselves into clothes that are twenty sizes too small for them, and then everything is hanging out everywhere. Eewe!--yeah, that problem goes away as well...

What if you could walk up walls and across ceilings?
That would be so freakin' sweet! I would like be a weird creepy vampire from one of those cheap oldies Vampire rip off movie. yeah I would be so cool...

What would happen if you loved your neighbour as yourself? What if everyone did?
There would be less animosity in the world. But you know what that one rule is... You can't have love without hate.... But don't we wish is would it would be different.

What would happen if you grew taller than trees? How would this change your life?
Well it would be really hard trying to find clothes that fit you when you're that tall. Plus, I would NOT be able to do things that I could normally do. I wouldn't like it all.

What would happen if children ruled the world?
The end of the World. Hell on Earth... The end of reality! This would cause the fabric of reality to rip and our universe to be sucked into a dark vortex! Is this bad...

What if everyone lived under water? Where would people live? What games would children play? What would school be like?
If everyone lived under water there would be no obesity, and everyone would be stronger than other land creatures. This is because people would have to swim in treacherous currents and be adapted to the dangerous, and perilous conditions of the sea. NO ONE would be obese. They would be trim and muscular. Plus people would be wearing what belly dancers wear or less... awkward...

What would happen if you found gold in your backyard?
I would be richer than any of the philanthropists in existance. And then it depends on how much gold I find. If they are over fifty bricks of gold. Muahahahahaahahahahhaaaaa!!!

What if cows gave root beer instead of milk?
Dude! Like if cows gave Root Beer instead of Milk. Oh m-- :starts to cry and thanks god that such a question showed up on your blog,: I would be in such an advanced state in heaven. I would never leave the dairy farm--excuse me, Soda Farm. Moo!!

What would you do if you saw little bugs in your salad?
Laugh...

What would you do if Your friend had a broken leg? How would you cheer him up?
I would feel really, bad. Then I would go and break my own leg so that she/he would feel better. And then we can make jokes on how we would break each other's legs.

What would you do if you were in the middle of the lake and your boat began to leak?
I would start to cry. And or take off my shirt and use it as a plug to stop the leak. Then I would probable start screaming like a five year old school girl who has just had a large ginormous spider, named Larry, in her hair.

What would you do if a friend borrows things from you but never returns them?
I would go medieval on their @$$.. <= That technically is not swearing....

What would you do if a bully bothered you on your way home?
1.) Ask him to leave me alone.
2.) If he is a stupid moron and doesn't understand the word "Stop", than I will start to yell at him.
3.) There is no three, he would be on the ground crying like a sissy, mama's boy. (NO offense to anyone who always wants their mama.)

What would you do if you woke up in another country and no one could understand you?
I would probably cry and then start to think of ways to physically communicate with people what I need and want.

What would you do if you ordered an ice cream cone and you forgot to bring money?
Ask my mom, or maybe put the ice cream cone on lay-away.

What would you do if someone got in front of you when you were in line at the movies?
Be like, "Yo man! Do ya mind?! I was here first! And plus I'm having a good day for you to just come and get in front of me! So if you don't get back there where you belong you will from on be be under the belief that you are circus monkey named BoBo, who's only soul purpose in life is to make me laugh every time you fall in your own crap when you trip while doing one of your monkey dances!" (Wow really scary)

What would you do if your jelly sandwich fell upside down on the floor?
At least the dust bunnies are fed regularly...

What would you do if two of your best friends went to the movies without inviting you?
I would stalk them and then put little signs on their cars saying that I had died and will haunt them forever, because I would not be dead if they had invited me to go with them...

What would you do if the surprise party was for you but you weren't surprised?
Well it would really suck for the people who threw the surprise party for me in the first place. I would actually be really scared and probably hit someone by accident.

What would you do if you got a present you didn't like?
That happens alot, I'm used to it. But in the end those presents still have their uses. What I do is keep thinking about my step dad in a blue and pink, glittery tutu dancing to "It's a small world after all". That image keeps the surprise affect on my face. (It really does work.)

What would you do if you dropped the cookie jar and it broke?
Blame it on the evil invisible gremlins. They always make my life a living heck.

What would you do if someone said you did something wrong and you didn't?
Well what I would do is re-do the thing again to show them how wrong they were and then rub it in their face. But i'm not that mean to rub it in someone's face. Or am I?...

What would you do if your new shoes felt fine in the store but now they are hurting?
Comfort over fashion. Period.

What would you do if someone told you a joke that you don't think is funny?
Not even pretend to laugh. I would most likely say, "What?"

What would you do if you found a magic wand?
OH YES!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! I'm so happy right now! (Turns and mother "What would I do if I found a magic wand?" Her reply, "I shudder to think..." I can't really blame her...) I would most likely be bent world domination with ALL of my friends at my side as I take over the cosmos. And let us not forget the ever sexy Vin Diesel as my husband. What a glorious day that will be. MUAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! Yes I had way too much sugar, plus I'm really tired. A strong emphasis on the words "really tired".

What would you say if someone told you it was all right to steal from a large department store?
"Haha! You're on crack..." and or "You're a re-re." and or "You must have come from the shallow end of the gene pool."

What would you do if you saw a friend cheating--report it, confront the friend, nothing--and why?
I would probably go to them and talk to them about it, but then I think God and bad Karma will eventually catch up to him/her.
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Please note that this is at 10:00 pm and I'm very tired from the previous night when Erika spent the night to go to church with me and hear me sing today in church. We were so hyper last night it was so funny though. Ta ta ^-^

Random!!!

What if people could learn to read each other's minds? That would be so da--darn awesome! You may not know it, but I have a highly developed frontal lobe. Not only do I possess the of telepathy, I also have the power of: pyrokinesis, telekinesis, aerokinesis, Cryokinesis, Electrokinesis, Tetrakinesis/Geokinesis, Hydrokinesis, Thermokinesis, Magnokinesis, Photokinesis, Psychokinesis/Psikokinesis, and Biokinesis. I can also have the gift of foresight.
Please read the fine print below:
(Please note that this is total crap and that I do not have any of these powers. I was just extremely bored and need something to do with my boredome. So if you start calling me and asking me to give you palm reading or to ask what your future is I will pop you upside the head for being to stupid. Kay bye.)

If your did not read the above fine print. Then you missed entire point of this post. And you deserve to be slapped for not reading it and for actually believing that I had these abilities. Well I'm bored again and need to find something to do, Bye!
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What do I think?

What do you think the world needs now?
The world needs to stop and realize that fighting each other over religious or anything that is futile to fight over is plain and simply worthless and stupid. The world has lost it's need to want to help want another love one another.
What do you think your friends say to each other when you're not around?
When I'm not around, I think friends say that I'm on drugs and smoking crack... I don't know what they say really, but every single time I walk away from them they laugh and ears start to ring. I know things...I'm a psychic.
What do you think about the amount of violence on T.V.?
Well, although I thoroughly enjoy a good decapitation now and then I think that it can be a little less....A little! I do enjoy violence, but when it involves a child or an infant, that's when it sort of crosses the line. Now a child getting kidnapped and being put in a dirty room, but then is returned to his/her parent(s) then that is ok. But killing a child is sick and twisted.
What do you think about people polluting the environment?
Ever since the beginning of humanity, humans have been polluting the environment. And all of that has accumulated over the millennia, which is starting to cause the depletion of the o-zone layer. And the depletion of the o-zone layer will cause a rip in said layer and allow the suns rays to penetrate more and cause damage to the earth and cause people to get sun poisoning and skin cancer. But also the sun is going to melt the polar ice caps and inevitably humanity will drown. So an answer to this morbid question...I do not like it one bit, but we are human; we are careless, no how you look at it....
What do you think about having set rules for people to follow?
Eventhough government has set rules for people and their protection, not everyone follows them. Yes, it is good, and yes, with out rules more people would be fighting for survival. To put a little morbid spin on the subject.
What do you think about people who are inconsiderate of others?
As said before people are careless and don't really take other peoples' feelings into consideration when it involves something they want. As human beings we do not see our falts until the aftermath. That is when we see our wrongs. If I was to get into a fight with one of my most best of friends in the universe, said something so vile to them, and left, I would not feel bad. It would be the next day that I would be able to go him/her and apologized to them, only to find out that they were killed in a car accident... It is all about the aftermath that we realize we need to watch what we say and do.... People need to be more careful and not hurt the ones' we love...
What do you think should be done to keep people who are under the influence of alcohol off the road?
What the government needs to do is issue people who drink alcohol and drive a self Breathalyzer device in their cars so that when they want to drive they have to use that Breathalyzer. If they are too drunk then the computer installed for the Breathalyzer will beep and instantly call or notify a family member or friend to come and pick up him/her.
What do you think about ghosts?
I think ghosts kick major butt! I would so love to experience an encounter with one. Only if it is not a poltergeist, I do not want to be possessed by a psychotic, p'od, revenge lusting demon of hell.... Not up there with my list of "Exciting things I want to do in a haunted house".
What do you think of someone who has bad manners?
I think people with bad manners, no matter how nice the person is, need to be slapped. End of story... Of course, if the person is mentally retarded then they have and excuse, but I'm not recommending anyone go out and bash their head against a wall cement brick to try and make them selves mentally retarded so they don't have to use manners. Plus doing that act will not only prove that you are uncouth, but also that you are retarded...
What do you think about people who take advantage of others?
Ok, this is a senitive subject, because I know that everyone, including myself, has at least once in their life taken advantage of someone. It is not good and should not be talked about anymore. It does not matter if the person is nice or not; in any form, fashion, idea or way, taking advantage of someone is wrong. I can't judge someone if I did it as well...
What do you think about when you can't fall asleep?
Well I'm an insomniac so I really do not sleep; I swear, I think I'm a vampire!!! But in that duration of not sleeping I think about what I could have said to the man I loved before he left and went to college last year. I think of what kind of relationship we could of had if I had told him how my heart aches when we looks at. How I cry when ever he is not around me. The way his scent seems to linger where ever he goes. How close to heaven I feel when he smiles. How much I would love to kiss his beautiful lips. :sighs: I had many chances to tell him that, but now he is gone; I can only pray that I get another chance to say what I need to say...
What do you think courage means?
Courage is being able to confront what you truly fear. Not spiders or snakes, no... It is confronting something more intimate within your own self. Such as confronting that you have a festering hatred for the one person that you know that can and will help you. The knowledge that a that a family member had done something grotesque to you, and yet you want to deny it, put up a shield around it, and hope that it will go away and pray that no one has figured it out yet...
What do you think makes a good friend?
A good friend is someone that makes you laugh when you feel like hammered s***. Someone who is there when you have problems and tries to help think through them. A good friend is someone that laughs at or with you when there is nothing to do. Someone who does stupid, asinine things with when you are both bored and want something to do. A good friend has your back, no matter what the situation is...
What do you think makes a happy family?
A happy family is one with: trust, understanding, power, communication, love, togetherness, stupidity, mistakes, fun, troubles, soul food, religion, time out, and heart.
What things do you think are beautiful?
Things that I think are beautiful are not what some people think I should think are beautiful. (If you actually followed that, Congratulations!! You get cookies...)
A baby cooing at the slightest twinkle of a mother's earring.
The look on your lover's face as he/she tells you that they will go to the ends of the earth, Hell and back for you.
The sound of a child snoring. (yes i know. Weird.)
The sound of a new born baby vocalizing it's detest for the outside world. (once born they are so cold. That is why they scream like that.)
A first kiss with the one that you know with be yours for the rest of your natural life. (need I say more.)
Horses galloping into the horizon.
The purification of a lost soul...
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Mrs. Beichner! Please note that I am very hyper when I am typing this ok? I did not get a lot of sleep last night and am very jittery off of I don't know what. So please excuse my erratic mind boggling. I just did not want to freak you out when I published this post, okay? So yeah, I think I'm starting to wind down a little bit. Emphasis on the words "a little bit". Ta ta I will see you in class on Wednesday! Bye!!! ^-^ ^~*

What is...?

1. Something I do not like about myself is that I am way too mouthy and can't learn to shut my it.

2. I do well with getting in touch with my inner feelings. For the most part.

3. My favorite room in my house is my room. It is peaceful and quiet when I do not have my music on that is.

4. A good neighbor is some one who looks out for you and your house, when you are away, and a person who shares garden, food, house hold, and washing clothes secrets with you.

5. The worst thing that a parent can do to their children is treat their feelings as if they were nothing less than a cute joke and then brush them off.

6. My impression of a dull evening is what usually goes on in my house when I get home from school and or drivers ed.

7. The best way to deal with meddlesome people is to actually get in their face and tell them to back up off of your business, or you'll bring out the full wrath of God upon them. (Tee Hee.) ^-^

8. I am optimistic about having an everlasting love.

9. Something that I am pessimistic about is that I will see friends from school 20 years from now.

10. The term "He laughs best who laughs last" is a term that mostly deals with revenge. Some in the good way and some not. In the case of the not so good way, the person who had wrong brought upon him seeks out vengeance; he will eliminate that one person who has done him wrong and that laughed at him. On the other hand, you have patient man who waits for the chance to see that other person be cut down to his rightful place; the knowledge of that alone sends swells of elation through him that he laughs in triumph.

11. My most favorite song in the world is "Lean on Me" by Bill Withers. This song holds so much sentimental significance to me because it makes me think of all the people that I encounter during daily life who have problems and burdens in their lives. It gives them (and I) a sense of knowing that we can go to any one that we love and care for, if we need a shoulder to lean on.

"We all need some body to lean on.

I just might have a problem that you understand.

We all need some body to lean on."

All rights to Bill Withers.

Random dictionary poem?!

1. Obilterate
2. Mayhem
3. Lucent
4. Grueling
5. Depreciate
6. Stoop
7. Odious
8. Methodic
9. Tramp
10. Cadaver
11. Devoted
12. Forlorn
13. Lustrious
14. Labyrinth
15.Zealous

Poem

Obliterate what you know of hope,
Replace it with thoughts of mayhem.
Of lucent dreams that always ends in a grueling pain.
With no way to depreciate any of the madness
The soul stoops into the depression of the abyss
With an odious fate that befalls to whom so ever dreams of freedom.
Though the caverns of darkness may be ravenous,
It soothes one’s empty soul with sensuous, morbid, methodic intent.
Like the lace on the dress of a tramp caresses her cadaver in a soft breeze.
Though the soul is devoted to the wistfulness of pleasure and hope,
It is forlorn to such delights in the dark abyss.
The soul soon defeated, loses all lustrous optimism
To the labyrinth of incessant pain,
And the malevolent dark chasm that renders the soul
To the furthest reaches of Hell.
A zealous place where malicious entities that devour one’s life force.
Sentencing it to an eternity of torturous pain.

The Story: Purity Lost

The night howled with ominous winds so cold they bit one’s face with bitterness and malice. The freezing air threatened to obliterate any hope of finding comfort and warmth. The mayhem that plagued her mind was her rationality to teeter on the brink of going insane. She could not take the dreams of lucent creatures and unimaginably grueling pain. There was no solution the maddening agony; she knew that the suffering was incessant and could never be depreciated. Her soul felt lost and hungered after freedom and love with every bit of itself. Her soul begins to stoop in the icy darkness of the frigged abyss that occupied her heart, body, mind, and soul. The girl dare not dream of peace and of being free from the hell, for the fear of an odious fate befalling her and consuming her whole in a blanket—No, a cavern—of darkness. Tendrils ominous tendrils caress her mind and body with a morbid, sensuous, but methodic intent. It is the lace of the of a tramp’s skirt, whom’s addictive and dangerous wiles caused her untimely demise, which blows in a slight breeze as if to softly caress her lifeless cadaver.
Her mind is again assailed with visions and voices of painless days and wholesome nights of a lover. Only to be reminded of her soul’s devotion to the wistfulness of pleasure and all hope. All the love and care that her soul strives for, is struck with the forlorn reality to such delights and cast into the ever dark abyss. She fights with the whole of her heart and soul to regain some peace of mind; to win back some part of her humanity…
She is losing her war with herself and the profound darkness and can’t help but want to scream. Her soul releases a distinct shriek that resonates through time and space as it voices its disdain for the sordid, malevolence that impends on pain. All too soon, her soul is defeated, losing all its lustrous optimism for hope and peace; loses it to the elaborate labyrinth of incessant paroxysm, throes of pain; losing her soul to a malevolent, ebony chasm that renders the soul to the furthest reaches of Hell.
Sorrow greets her as she is hurdled through the fiery expanses of this zealous place. A torrent of agony and regrets assail her as grueling entities capture and devour her pure life force that once held such value, hope and luster. What had she done for her soul to deserve such an unwilling, twisted fate? What had she done that permitted her soul to be desecrated—sentenced to an eternity of torturous pain and agony?..

Journal Entry One

July 5, 1765
It has been a full decade since that blood thirsty fiend took the life of my husband Leon. The creature was a rogue, no less a nomad and happened upon our humble mansion. "Have you bedding for a helpless soul such as I?" I stood there and glared at him--I knew what he was, I have sensed his aura before. His eyes were ice blue but clear nonetheless, and he stared me down as if I were a scared rabbit and him the voracious wolf. Before I objected my husband stood aside and allowed him passage. The stranger walked into the house and into the foyer and stood by a cluster of candles which showed his features perfectly. The long ebony hair reached slightly passed his strong broad shoulders and framed his God-like features. His lips were full and in a slight pout, and high cheek bones accented his strong jaw. His whole body was taut and sewn with sinewy muscles from his neck to his legs. His whole body radiated power and danger. He wore a long black coat and black boots. His visage greatly contrasted to his tanned brown skin perfectly. The man was pure perfection at its greatest. But I knew better something that my husband never knew about others; I knew...
"Let me show to the room, my good uhh.."
"Craven. The name is Craven." His thick Australian accent was smooth and it cut through the darkness of the usually quiet mansion. My husband apologized for his confusion then went off to make ready the guest room. I was left alone with the creature who soul was forced two suffer eternal damnation.
“How goes it? I assume you are plenty ready for the Calling tonight?” he crooned in a sensuous manner.
“Do not attempt to affiliate myself with your workings. You make my skin crawl just by being here. Do you know how hard it is to for my husband to stay sleeping as I erase my husband’s memories of you after you come by every night?” I hissed vehemently. His eyes flashed red and with inhuman speed, literally, his hand shot out and seized my upper arm then wrenched me towards his torso, where he stared venom into my face. “Take care in what you say my dear woman or would you prefer I sever your head where you stand?” Face to face, and voice full of malice and promise.
I wrenched my arm from his Herculean grasp and scoffed at his threat. “Do not make me wretch. I will to see the day that you attempt such a foolish act” I sneered. Craven’s face softened and stepped closer to me. “Tsk, tsk. Such a resilient woman—one of valor and pride..” he paused as he slowly circled me. “I know the one thing that you fear the most that will render your bravado to dung.” He stated in his low pitch in my ear. I gasped at the sudden closeness of his body to mine. “Your child…” My mouth hung and my eyes enlarged in pure, unfiltered terror. He could not possibly know about my baby...
“You Hell spawned demon!” I hissed as I whirled around and tried to slap him, but he was gone. Then so began another night of turmoil and pure Hell.
Not too long after Craven had gotten settled and everyone was asleep did I wake up and begin the nightly ritual of erasing my husband’s memories of Craven ever being there. It did not take long, but there was a presence that was slightly unnerving about tonight. I stopped in the middle of my chant and listened intently on what ever sounds I could pick up in the black of the room. A small wheeze came from my husband and I snapped my head towards him and continued to listen. He was speaking?
“Kill the creature lover, kill the creature lover” it was repetitively coming off his lips. Fear and confusion struck me hard as realization hit me. “Why would Craven for a spare to sleep in? He has never asked that before?” Before I could figure out an answer, Leon gasped loudly before he was gurgling.
There was no need for a candle, for I knew was transpiring. Caught in the jaws of a creature so vile, God himself cast its soul to the farthest reaches of Hell itself. My heart ached tremendously over seeing my husband drained of his life in front of me.
“There you have gotten what you have wanted. Now leave before I end your wretched existence.” My voice was cold and emotionless. Craven laughed gruffly as he slowly rose to his full height, which was a little over six feet, and wiped my husband’s blood from his lips. “I would love to see you try little girl” he said with challenge in his voice. With out warning Craven let out a laugh that chilled me to the bone before shifting out of sight.
I let out a deep sigh as I lit a candle near the bed. I turned my attentions back on my now late husband and frowned with confusion and disdain. His face was not pale like a human drained of their blood should be as—with the blue lips and what have you—no, they were pink and there was blood covering them. “What the devil…” interest and curiosity filled my mind more than anything else. I tentatively took my parted his top lip with my thumb and gasped aloud. “He was a V’mpire” the thought raced through my head as the possibility of my late husband being a V’mpire tried to make sense of it all. Out of all, two questions reoccurred in my mind; How was my husband a V’mpire and how had I not sensed it before?, and How and why did Craven know about it?

July 12, 1965
A whole has passed since my 'husband' was killed. I never really understood the full reason why I was not able to sense him like the other vampires. He acted like other mortals, but I quess he was little more friendly to the women more than the men during our marriage, then again I do not know.
I have been going about the towns in Russia, trying to find Craven so I can kick his undead ass. More un-undead if you ask me. I roamed Siberia for about a week and pursued after Craven. I met a few people along the way who were extremely curtious and allowed me to bed in their homes, but the gruesome part of my stays at the homes--in the mornings, the couples would be brutally murdered and their life source drained completely from their bodies, which caused a very pail, bluish tint to their face and lips; their bodies would be stiff and cold not to mention that the sight of their mutilated cadavers were ghastly and made my stomach writhe in disgust. I had gotten used to it, but each time, I found that I was covered in their blood on my mouth and my body. 'Did I kill them?' was the question that occured inside my head over and over.
'Did they beg for mercy and I not hear it?' Questions continuously throttled, and choked my mind like a five year old child in a strip bar full of smokers, too many questions at once.
I needed to find Craven fast and find answers, or I might just be consumed by my own need for relief and peace of mind. 'I'll find you, you sorry bastard'. I needed to focus; so I headed for Moscow, his home town...

August 2, 1968
It had been three after I journied to Moscow in search of Craven. He had answers that I desperately needed and wanted. Why was it that I had to go and find him when it should be he that needs to come to me? My associate was a few blocks down from me and I do not know if you knew I was there, but something told me not to fool myself.

It has been hard ot concentrate when there was strong hunger pulling at the back of my mind. I needed nurishment and needed it soon; it seemed that solid food was no longer sating this hunger inside of me. It was burning ache that needed to be quelled. In the back of my mind, I believe I have known what was happening, but did not want to accept it or my nature...

Usually at bars, when I seldom went out for fear of being seen by Craven, I would be distracted by heart beats all around me. These heart beats were usually men who could not keep there eyes off of me much less keep there fantasies from running wild on how good I might be in bed. Their quickened pulses flooded my ears and intoxicated me, making me more enticed with getting closer to that pulse. I would lure one of sex crazed men to a back alley and pose as a prostitute, while all the while listening to that beautiful pulse that rang in my ears so deliciously. Soon, all I could hear was the rapid beating of his heart. I was all too soon lost in the sound and a dark veil would fall over my mind, encasing me in a sea of blackness. There would be a gruff scream that would pierce the darkness and snap me back to reality. They mostly never lived in that short span of time I was trapped in the darkness. If they did manage to live, I had to quickly dispose of any evidence of my being there. I had to sink my teeth in their neck and moan in gratification as their thick, rich, warm liquid poured down my throat. I would once again be lost to euphoric tastes of man, but forbade by God. Once I could no longer milk any more that delicious life force, I slowly returned to my body, and made my self scarce, terrified of what was happening to me. 'What am I becoming? I'm so scared! GOD HELP ME!!'

September 2, 1969
Craven has found me out while I was on one of my nightly escapades at the bars. In that time span I have seen people move and die away. There have been some suspicions spreading around the town accusing that I was not human. I prefer the term, a human who has an heightened immune system and superhuman strength. Oh and let us not forget a different sustanence to stay alive.

I was in "Любовь" which translates into "Love" in Russian. And I was unintentionally scanning the small crowd for my next victim. I had recognized him instantly and scoffed at my rotten decayed luck, or lack there of. He'd sauntered over with such inhuman grace and took a seat at the bar next to me.


"you can't control it can you?" he chided in his thick Australian drawl. It gave me shivers when ever he spoke to me.

"I have no idea what you are accusing me of. And what do you mean by 'can't control it'?" I said with full indignation. I had only earned myself embarassment as he threw his head back and a thundering laugh rolled out of his throat. Every man in the bar stared daggers at me. 'Great' I thought foolishly.

"Will you stop you're an embarassment to he human race" I said vehemently. His roaring laugh and grabbed my upper arm and pulled me close to him, so much so that I felt his hot breath on my face, which was contorted in amused rage.

"You think me--us--part of the human race? Come on Veroska, you know that if any of these people found out what we are they would take us to the gallows and enjoy--in many different cultures of it--hanging and or torturing us. Plus humans' have no honor or valor. They mindlessly make bad accusations, and presumptions, and fear of what they do not and will never know of in their pitiful existence. They are nothing but cattle to us my sweat little morsel and I intend on keeping the balance between predator and prey. I do not play with my food." He hissed each word with such disdain and hatred for mankind that it scared the hell out of me, but just barely.

I glared at him and huffed in submission as he let go of my arm. He once more took possession of me, but this time he had grabbed me from behind my neck and pulled my head towards his; before I could gather what he was trying to do his beautiful full lips came crashing down upon my own in a soul sucking, heated, searing kiss. All thoughts, including the one that was wondering what was doing in the first place, was erased from my mind. I nearly forgot my name as he messaged my tongue with his. I soon caught on to his intentions and looked aroung the bar, and sure enough their lecherous nature, the men in the bar stared almost savagely at Craven and I having our faces make love. I inwardly smiled and decided to play and upped the anty the little. I wrapped my arms around Craven's shoulders as he stood and pressed our bodies fully together now. And to add the 'suspence' even more I hooked my left leg around his right hip and pretended to moan, in which he grabbed my thigh to add to the show. I heard an older man whisper, "This is hot, hey Vlad?" in Russian and smiled. To up it even more I rubbed a hand to Craven's hair and took a hand full it in my fist. I heard Vlad's witty response and unintentionally brushed Craven's rump with my free hand. Craven growled and stared at me with his hypnotizing eyes and gestured with them to the bar. I winked in an agreeing response now knowing that he was going to throw on top of the bar and continue to kiss me as if my kiss would save his life.

'Oh my god, he can really fake it!' My mind was boggled at how well he could kiss.

A few minutes after he threw on top of the bar, a crowd had formed and Craven left my lips and trailed a quick line of open mouthed kisses to my earlobe where he spoke to me.

"Do you have your knives on you?" He asks gravely, while keeping up the illusion that he is pleasuring me.

'Mmhm' was my quick but convincing answer, where he mumbled a swift 'good' before he trapped my earlobe between his teeth and sucked on it, causing me to cry out in surprise. He trailed kisses back up to my lips and pressed hard on them. He then tool my hand and guided to my inner thigh where my daggers were and had me grip one of them. He then lifted his lips off of my lips and stared down at me with amusement in his eyes, causing me to look at him with confused, suspicion.

"Do you feel it?" He says aloud for all to hear. I knew this little game.

I rolled my eyes and scoff, but play along. "Yeah I feel it." I say with mock seduction.

He gives a short chuckle before telling me my cue.

"Are you ready?" he asks breathlessly. I nod and wraps his hand around the other knife.

"NOW!" Is all he shouts before we simultaneously yank out a knife from under my skirt, jumped off the bar and assumed a fighting stance. The men stared blankly at us before laughing loudly.

"Can you believe this, Vlad?" The man from before asked. I scrunched my nose at him and gave him the universal single finger that meant "Screw off!" The men scowled and lunged toward us. I caught the first one in the back of his head and push him off. All my surroundings were blurred when a uncontrollable, strange blood shroud covered my eyes and I blacked out.

"That was amazing Kija." Craven crooned; his smooth, soft voice cut through the haze of the blood curtain sheilding my vision. I stood and blood ran down my face and arms. I lifted the blade to my lips and slowly slid my tongue down the dull side of the blade, and relished in the wonderful mixture of life forces; all the while my eyes were on Craven who had a blood lusting smirk on his face.

"You are learning fast my dear girl" He said smuggly. He then walked over to me and kissed me fully on the lips.
"I have could never think of a better wife than you, Kija." He whispered in my ear.

My eyes flew open as a small breeze wisked across my face as he disappeared into thin air. My mind was boggled and shocked to say the least. There was only one word that rang louder than any of the questions that began to form in my mind.

"What?"

Classified!!

Janos Kelting is my name. I am what some people might call a vampire, but prefer the term cleaner of the gene pool. I am over eight hundred years old, but the face and physique of a man in his mid-twenties; I have been around the block long enough to know what I want. I have no existing family, but sorely with that I had...
I live in Randolph New York and need tenants that slake my 'need' to survive. Hey it is a living, even though it is a grotesque, sadistic, and morbid one, it still is.
A non-social background is where I do my business with the realastate and possible buyers. Though people think that my kind bursts into flames when we come into contact with the sun, which is absolutely perposturous, we do not. I am a rogue most of the time, but had to settle down two hundred years back when the abundance of 'food' grew durastically.
I rented out an apartment for $450 a month to some woman two years ago; she was single--in my opinion looked desperate to find a male companion--and was quite attractive, but this was survival, pleaure was strictly limited and business was next to God. Growing up in Europe during the last Crusades was pure Hell. My family slaughtered and the woman I loved for so long was raped and then brutally crusified before my eyes. We were all devoutely religious, but after my wife was killed there was no God in the world.
My purpose is revenge on the rat bastards sixth great granddaughter. To rid the planet of 'his' kind and family.
It was on a Saturday afternoon when she called and asked for an interview for the apartment. I agreed and drove out to the apartment at the time she had set us to meet at. Gorgeous young woman, long, dark auburn hair that shimmered in the sun. Eyes that shone, and glistened as the sea. Her angelic face pulled everything together. That day was the best and most perfect day of my entire existance. We daid our hellos and I ushered her into the apartment where she would be more 'comfortable'. After the tour she decided to buy it. "I love it" she said with such sweet excitement. She moved in a month later.
After two months I visited her and allowed me in--like with vampires we have to be allowed into some ones home--and led me into the living room. We sonversed for some time and she went to the kitchen to get me something to 'drink'. I followed her as she reached into the fridge. I made my move. "You fool". Revenge is so sweet...

~~FIN~~

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