The Things I Do For pple That Dont Listen

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but darkness is ( sorry to say) just as thick headed and as stubborn as gp... and it's totally not kewl.. i mean.. i don't mean to put darkness or gp down.. i don't mean to pick sides.. or what not... but if those two can't listen to reason or the fans that are neutral like me and you cos we don't just defend one side... then what the hell is the sense of even subscribing.. I'm seriously thinking about unsub/unfriending both of them if this nonsense continues..
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I can't exactly ignore being framed, and being impersonated and having my friendships ruined.

I'm not even going to speak with those idiots anymore. I've said all I need to say.
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to be honest, joshua... i didn't expect you to make a video and blatantly blame and ask people to flame others that you cannot possibly prove if it was them in the first place.. and watch your mouth around me, young man... one of them idiots is my brother and the other has been a good friend, which is more then i can say about you con.
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you don't even treat me as a friend. yet i still "pretend" that is what is their between us. wrestle vessel came to me and told me of this.. he did not mention anything about an old hacked w/e. but i had told him it sounded unlike you.and thought it best for him to contact you to inform you of this even if he doesn't like you.. which i had learned he had done this any way con.
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my brother messaged you too.. and you never replied to them.. but you only replied to me. as you are doing now.. but your fault is.. you made this public instead of dealing with this by by your self. you took it upon your self to make it world wide because you couldn't even reply to them and get the shit with personally instead of publicly. con.
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joshua, i don't know weather to look at you or turn my back to you.. between those videos you posted and that comment which actually kind of points to you calling me an idiot also sense i influenced wrestle vessel just a tad to reach out to you instead of letting the hacker just hack into your account..and that fact that you wont listen to reason because you, as well as my brother are too pig headed and stubborn..con.
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this is my advise to the both of you. if you want less aggravation, if you want more views, if you want to not waist your time blocking people because of bull shit flaming.. then the both of you knock it the fuck off already and solve every fucking problem personally with each other or block each other and get the fuck on with your lives..
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gp, stop antagonizing or w/e.. darkness stop jumping the gun and making it public.. and fans stop fucking flaming everyone.. it's plain and simple.. and that's all i have to say..
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*Claps Hands* I Couldn't say that any better
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I've had enough.. i like all three of them as friends and they have to fight.. unfortunately, darkness is either too lazy, too busy or too annoyed at the first paragraph of chewing him out to read the rest and respond.. I'm surprised he hasn't made a video about what i said and asked people to flame me as well cos i don't exactly agree with either of them...

Rose Budd’s Case

“Deep in the pile of soggy unwanted clothes laid a bunny outside in the cold. It wasn’t new or clean. In fact it looked like it had been pulled and tumbled, carried and dropped. This bunny had tufts of red fur, but as found with mysterious brown stuff on it, and reportedly torn in parts. Citizens of Genesis ask why this poor bunny was found in this horrible state. This is Marissa Coyote reporting for tonight’s news cast, Genesis Daily.”

          Click! The television set turned off.

          “That, my students, is what we are here for,” Dr. Grouse stated as he strutted around the edge of the classroom. “What could have messed this bunny up so much that it was buried beneath some unwanted soggy clothes over night? Was it the Bunny Hop Syndrome or the Whooping Sickness? Or could it have been the Deadly Dismissed?”

          

“Sir, if I could inject?” Melissa the turtle said boldly.

“Couldn’t it be the Swine Flu?”

          “I beg to differ, Melissa,” Tony Tiger piped up. “The Swine Flu doesn’t include coughing and sleeping a lot!”

          Doctor Grouse looked from Tony to Melissa. “Interesting. Order a test for the Swine Flu and while you’re at it, you might want to check her out for Highmore’s Syndrome.”

          “But Doctor Grouse,” Tony sounded off while shaking his head. “Isn’t that breaking your pledge to help patients? Sense our patient doesn’t show any signs of Highmore’s Syndrome; it’s not appropriate to--”

          “Who’s the student? Who’s the doctor?” Dr. Grouse boomed.  “Right. Now run along and complete those tests and have them to me by the end of the day!”

Tony grumbled and walked out of the room with Melissa to go complete the tests.

 “You know, Grouse, all she needs is a bath to wash the germs off and some cold medicine to get rid of the cold,” the Weasel in the group of doctors said as he slipped out the doorway.

          “Nonsense, Weasel, you just don’t want to work half as hard as the others!” Doctor Grouse grumbled even though Weasel had left the room.

After a small exercise procedure involving running and jumping , a small vile of blood was taken from Rose Budd the bunny . After this Rose Budd began to shake and went into shock from all of the procedures.

“Doctor Grouse, the tests came back negative for each diagnosis,” Tony growled in anger.

Doctor Grouse raised a brow at Tony’s behavior. “You are off the case, Tony,” Doctor Grouse said calmly.

Tony’s jaw dropped and he protested. “I’m what?”

“You are fired, Tony. No one wants a hot-headed doctor to mistreat them with an antidote for a disease that could be a hazard to their health.” Doctor Grouse pointed his wing toward the door.  “Now go, we have a patient to discuss!”

Tony growled and walked out of the door while the discussion continued about Rose Budd’s health.

           “Maybe we should give her a bath and a warm blanket so she may feel better,” said the Weasel.

          “Wrong,” Doctor Grouse corrected, “We test the patient for single cell disease.”

 “That makes no sense because the patient clearly isn’t a single cell,” Melissa argued.

          “No,” the Weasel corrected. “Single Cell Disease is when one cell devours all the other cells until your patient is microscopic in size and has to be detained in a test tube  and cleaned before it infects any other organisms.”

          “Correct!” Doctor Grouse nodded at the Weasel and then made his decision. “Melissa, you are off the case. Besides being a hot head like your fellow student Tony, no one wants to be the sample tested by the scientist that doesn’t know what he’s doing. This leaves me with the Weasel. A smart individual that can hold his temper, but does not rise to the occasion and doesn’t make his voice heard. You have the job, but you need to act quicker, Weasel. A life or death situation won’t wait for you. You may order a bath and warm clothes and a nice blanket for Rose Budd.”

Quickly Rose Budd was sent to the washroom with a nurse and was washed from head to toe, even behind her ears until all the brown dirt was washed off and her neat red fur with all shiny. A hospital gown was given to Rose Budd and she was led back to her room where they had given her a nice warm blanket.

Rose Budd crawled into the blanket and sat up in the bed as the nurse came by with the cold medicine and poured a dose into a table- spoon and gave it to Rose Budd. After she took the cold medicine, Rose Budd fell asleep under the nice warm blankets.

An hour later Rose Budd woke up to a Weasel doctor by her side looking down at her.

“You’re ready to go home!” the Weasel said happily.

“Thank you!” Rose Budd smiled and gathered her things to go home. 

The True Difference

The True Difference

“I knew she had a girlfriend, I confess. I had an attraction to her. But I was too shy to say so and I had respect for her girlfriend.” A shaky, nervous voice rang out that august morning throughout the court.
“Broach Anderson, formally known to the student body as Ber, was a strangely unique individual. A lot of folks would say that Gothic People are mean, nasty and don’t want to talk to any one. But that isn’t true, Gothic’s are Friendlier then most, once you get to know them. I should know, I was her best friend.” He said sadly as his face became pale, his palms sweaty and he could feel the sickening gut wrenching pain in his stomach as the visions he remembered flashed inside his head.
“Broach wasn’t like the others, though. She was more open to the style she was presented in; she was Proud to be Gothic and made no qualms with any one who thought otherwise. Broach was admired for her Beauty and her strongly different style. I can remember many of a day where random people would just walk up to her, ask to photograph her or ask her questions about her style and she’d graciously answer.”
Pausing to look to the plaintiff’s girl friend with a grimacing look. He felt sorry for admitting this to the jury when she was Broach’s girlfriend. His eyes filled with sadness because his intentions were never to hurt her even further then what she already had been. But he had to go on, he had to tell the truth and set things free from his system.
“It was Friday night; we had planned to go to a party at the skate park. Jessica, Broach and I began to walk to the park. I had to go to the store first though, to get a pack of cigarettes, so I parted with them half way.” He began to rock back and for a little at the horrid thoughts that concealed and constantly ran trough his mind.
“After about an hour, I had caught up to them and we continued down the road. No sooner we enter the skate park, a dozen kids surrounded Broach. They had been asking question and taking pictures again.
After a while things began to settle and the three of us began to have real fun at the party. You know…Dancing, eating and drinking. The typical party in the town of Berkley. But…”Looking down upon his shaky glove covered hands as a tear slipped down his cold envision spooked face.
“I had offered to go get them a drink for one second, I swear!” Beginning to break down, tears streaming down his cheeks and causing his neatly applied eyeliner to run.
He moved his head to look back towards the jury.
“Only for a minute I left to go get the drinks. But, God knows, I wish I had stayed. For as soon as I turned round with the drink across the park, I could see what was happening. Despite the some what crowd that mingled in front of me. At first I thought they where only going to ask a question, so I walked. As I looked across the park again, what filled my eyes has never left my mind. Those three over there…” He pointed at the defendants as he spoke now in haste from seeing them and not being able to remove them of their lives with his bare hands.” …were the ones that killed Broach mercilessly. When I had looked back up, I had dropped the drinks in horror. For what I saw were those three inhuman beasts stomping on Broach’s head repeatedly!” Slamming his fist on the stand in front of him as he stood for a moment, glaring at the three murderous defendants. He then sat back down, having to control his enraged feelings.
“I began to run as fast as I could, as fast as my feet could carry me. It wasn’t fast enough and all the time I ran I saw them kick her in the head. I heard Jessica try to plead; I saw her try to stop them. Her cries asking them to pleas stop are still herd from my ears. But they only went after her as well, screaming heinous slurs such as Dirty Gay Gothic Whores! They stomped and stomped until her head was… By the time I could throw them off she was laying in a pool of blood!” He looked down and began to cry more. Standing up again, He glared at the three defendants and bellowed out with his squealed but bold voice,” I hate you! I hate you and all of your kind for all you have done to my poor defenseless Ber! I hope you all rot in hell for the murder of an innocent woman!” The bailiff put his hand on the witness’s shoulder as if to restrain him as defendant’s lawyer hollered.
“Objection, Your honor!”
“Sustained, is there any further questions?”
“No. That is all, your honor.”
“Then the witness may step down from the stand.” The judge said accordingly.
The witness stepped down from the stand and was escorted, by the plaintiff, to where Jessica stood.
They stood for several minutes awaiting the jury’s decision. After a bitter wait of the jury conversing back and forth, a paper was passed to the judge.
“The Defendants Jason Randolph, Bridget Peterson and Cassandra Huntington are all sentenced to juvenile hall until they are the legal adult age of 18, then they will be transferred to a jail where they will spend the remainder of their lives.” Ending the court with the three knocks of the gavel, the court room was dismissed and the three were taken under arrest.
Later on enduring the day, as Families gathered for the burial of Broach Anderson, they were met by a gathering of Gothic people. They had come to Honor her death and join in with the mourning of that day. They all had worn their Gothic clothes and they all huddled around the family and the Poll Bearer as he spoke.
“Family, friends and strangers, we are gathered here today to lie to rest the poor innocent soul who was victimized in a terrible event. May she rest in peace. Amen”

The Borzoi

The Borzoi

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Who would have thought such an extravagant man existed?

      In poorly lit, cluttered but organized room with dark red drapes hung from the window, there sat the man we all knew and came to love. We called him “Borzoi”in which was a breed of dog, but his real name is Andrew Thorne. At first glimpse, his shy exterior shown through the words of a thick-accented voice that was hard to understand at times. When he spoke his hands randomly flailed around like a true stereotypical Italian. Only he wasn't Italian. His voice could be pristine, blunt and yet also soothing and mellow, the kind of voice you endlessly wished to fall asleep to every night.

His lips curved upward in a smile as his mystical eyes looked upon the great seeking device which made it all possible to view this splendorous being. Oh, how his long hair fell flat against his tall, sleek and slender curves that only a god dared to embody.

      

His wise attitude when dealing with situations without becoming uncontrollably upset was always admirable. There were many times I became upset on his behalf because I felt that he did not deserve the aggravation. But his loss of words during a disagreement would always be recovered to quickly prove his points.

      

      Always being a fanatic about spelling errors in a day to day conversation, he would generously correct our words for the simple fact that we may want know how to say them properly. From that point on, he was recognized by us as a human dictionary or an information desk. He would honestly try to answer every question, no matter the intention or how obscure. Although sometimes being sensitive about certain personal situations, he would politely excuse the subject matter.

      

     Later on during our friendship, as I became good friends with Andy, I focused on his extravagant behavior when acting around others. Now that I've encountered all sides of Andy, I know more about him then given credit. How ever, I will continue to see all shades of Andy as he will always be admired by my friends and me. For Andrew Thorne is a truly remarkable and well-rounded individual.   

About Me

I sing, I draw.. I write, I type.. I'm nice, I'm sweet, affectionate, and deep.. I cling, I like, I might even love.. I'm quiet, I'm shy, I'm even touched.. I'm me, and that's all I ever was. 

Hello, My name is Daphine Thompson; but many call me Feenie sense I was a kid. If you know me, you know I like being called Feenie. On my spare time I like to draw, write, sing and some times just walk around town taking random pictures. Let's see... Well I'm not a normal girl who likes to primp up. I guess that's cause I grew up playing with my older brother and younger cousin. The farthest I got with make up was applying lip stick and nail polish ( I hardly ever wear lip stick any more). I never liked barbie dolls but I liked stuffed animals and still do.

Also, I love my parents and I am not ashamed to admit that I am close to them. I take care of my parents sense I cannot afford to support our home. I help fill out money orders to pay bills, pay bills by phone, help with banking, help with washing clothes/dishes, cleaning the house, help taking care of the pets, moving furniture around, helping to go grocery shopping and to do as needed by my parents.

I always say to really know a person; you have to accept all their faults. Well back when I was finishing up my writing course; I wrote about the negative things in my life and some positive as a biography. So i have decided to add it here in this section about me.

My life isn’t perfect...no one's is. I've had troubles and still face them. I'm not afraid to admit to spending countless nights crying myself to sleep. I'm not afraid to share with you that I've tried to kill myself a few times.

Let me start at the beginning and maybe you'll understand why I'm so fucked up. But let me make one thing clear: I love my family and wouldn’t change anything that has happened to me because it has sculpted me into the strong individual I am today. When I came into this world, I was born blue. Oh right, you would think it's cute I was born a Smurf. Is it cute that I was born a premature baby with a chord wrapped around my throat? That’s right I was fucked up since I was born.

I was told that my mother tipped a guy off about where someone was selling drugs. The guy being a cop arrested the drug dealer. Evidently that drug dealer called another guy who then pushed my mother on her stomach and her water broke.

I was healthy at least, but I was tiny and as white as an albino. My mother thought I was cute until she found out I was her baby. Then she denied I was hers because her last baby, my brother, was as big as a pillow when he was born. But she took me home anyway and grew to love me.

Then my smartass dumb father and his sister decided to dress me in boy clothes, take all my fancy baby dresses and throw them in the dumpster. That wasn't the worst part, he took me to his sister's house for two weeks... didn't give me a bath and brought me to the doctor’s filthy and with a dirty diaper, and I almost got taken away from my mother.

When I was maybe two years old my aunt decided to bring down some soup for us kids. We each got a bowl and I ate a full one. My brother wouldn't eat any more then a spoonful. He said it tasted funny. He gave it to my mom and she sniffed it. Then my dad smelt it and they rushed me to the hospital. I was diagnosed with severe alcohol poisoning at the age of two because my aunt decided to put vodka in the soup.

My mom was really strict. We had to put toys in specific order and if she found one toy in the wrong toy bin she'd throw the whole room at us. I mean the toys, the bins, the furniture. My mother even punched me once. But get this. It actually wasn't her fault. Thanks to the smartass doctors that didn't tell her she had a thyroid malfunction, which makes you very mean if you don't have it under control with meds, my life was that much more of a living hell.

When I was three; I decided to be a smart ass and climb up on our neighbor's RV. I wouldn't get down from the RV, so my mom called my dad. I even said no to my dad and he hopped up on the ladder and yanked me down and dragged me in the house. Now folks, this was exactly my fault. My dad used to keep a rolled up newspaper with black tape around it and he didn't normally hit us, but he kept it to “threaten" us. I couldn't sit in school the next day ‘cause when my dad grabbed me, my leg hit the ladder and it bruised. But for some dumb reason I told the teacher my dad hit me with the black stick. Then DCF made him give it to them.

Later I had to stay with my grandma for a few months while my mother was trying to go to work. One day it was like 110 degrees including humidity and my brother and me were playing outside most of the day. We tried to go inside but the doors were locked. So went to the other door and that was locked, too. We walked upstairs to the neighbors and could hear our father inside -- his brother lived up there. We knocked, no answer, we yelled that we were thirsty, still no answer. So we went and sat in the shade and by the time my mom came home we were almost passed out because my father was upstairs and my grandma was sleeping in her room.

Then when I became a teenager: my mother and me used to fight horribly. We'd scream and holler at one another. She used to pull my hair and slap my back. She slapped me across the face until I taught myself not to cry when she slapped and to look back at her. Last time she slapped me I looked back at her with an extreme amount of hate. And she didn't like it. So she stopped.

When I was about thirteen or fourteen I was just getting into my first b/f online. His name was Neil and it was my first encounter with cyber sex. We had a family pc and right after my cousin (not blood related) had moved out, (oddly my dad has a "thing" for her) he decided to take it out on me. When I was cybering I felt tingly for things I was doing with Neil. I knew my father couldn't read; I thought he was coming over to give me a hug. Instead he reached over and he was touching my breast.

I jumped away and yelled "What the fuck do you think you’re doing?" cause I knew that was wrong and I was at the stage in my life where I was standing up to my father. My mother woke up as he said don't tell anyone.

It took me a week to tell my mother about what he had done. The DCF came to my school and asked me if I wanted him to go to jail. Now don't think I'm nuts or stupid or think that I like what he did, I hate the shit my father did to me when I was a child. But I didn't want him to leave and stop being dad. I wanted him to stop doing the shit he did and just be dad.

So I told them no, I wanted him to go to therapy for it and he did. He took every single therapy class. And he is 100% better in that aspect. There are things that happened in his life that alerted his morals. As far as I know he hasn't gone after me or any other child since then. I love my father as my father, but I still cannot trust him fully because of this. I have side effects: I get nervous and shake/shiver when I’m in a small room with an older man. I’ve even gone to therapy for this and it has been the start of my depression.

No, I don’t take meds and I am not diagnosed. But I know how I felt and feel is not normal. I became antisocial in school because I wasn't pretty. I used to trust people when I was in middle school. But middle school affected me so badly that I literally was a hermit by the time I got to high school. I didn't talk or make friends or act socially in high school until my last years. I never participated by raising my hand; I only listened in class.

The first time I wanted to commit suicide was when my father came in my room and yelled at me for the electric bill. (He yells even if it's low.) But I yelled back and told him I was eighteen and I could stay up all night with the light on if I wanted to and he told me to get the fuck out of his house. I started to cry and I went in my closet and gabbed a scarf and tied it to the pole in the closet and to my neck and I tried to hang my self. I stopped myself because something told me I have something to do in this world.

Now I am doing good things, but like most people, I have relationship
problems. I hate being single and I hate being alone. I’m afraid. Loneliness is my only source of depression. I cry a lot over it. I’ve even cut myself at the very worst part of my depression, but I’ve not tried to kill myself again.

I bottled everything up until my mother and brother started to fight once when we first moved here. I could see myself grabbing a knife and stabbing myself with it. So I ran out the door with no explanation and went two blocks down to the little graveyard. I sat under a tree and cried for an hour. I asked them to please let me just die here. My family came looking for me. My mother found me and we talked. I told her about the vision I had. Sometimes my mom and I are so close. We can talk to each other. But sometimes we fight.  On my seventeenth birthday I had invited everyone to go to the beach together. My dad decided he didn't want to go, which sometimes is fine. But later I found out that he made plans to try and get my cousin to come to where we live and that hurt me a lot.

Also on my eighteenth birthday my mother told me to stop being lazy and go get a job. She apparently was pissed at me because in the previous week I didn’t go sign an application that she wanted me to. I spent most of my birthday walking the streets looking for a job, until my mother found me filling out an application in a restaurant. I wasn't happy to see her; I wouldn't talk to her for fifteen whole minutes. I even moved to another table when she came and sit across from me at the table. But eventually we did make up.

Don't get me wrong; I love my parents as my parents. If it weren't for my
parents, I wouldn't be who or where I am today. I appreciate my parents even if
they did bad things. Out of all the bad things that happened in my life, they were also very good to us at times. They stayed together for just about twenty-six years and still are, to be our mother and father even though they are not thrilled about one another. They put food in our mouths and provided shelter and water.

And look at me; I'm not a smoker, I don't do drugs, I have consumed a minimum amount of alcohol compared to my blood relatives that drink like a siv. I don't walk out the door and vanish with out telling my parents where I'm going. I never had sex and don't intend to till after I get married. I didn't get pregnant while I was in school. I didn't go walk the streets at night to have sex with strangers for money.

No, I've got a photography diploma that I passed with flying colors. I have passed a writing course and I love to read about insects and health conditions. I graduated high school on the high honor rolls. I take care of a variety of pets.

Yes, I’ve been abused, and I’m depressed. Yes, I'm emotional, and I cut myself when I get extremely depressed. Yes, I cry way more than normal and I know it's not healthy. Yes, I could be still suicidal if I am pushed far enough. Yes, both my parents were abused also.

            But just because I am fucked up doesn't mean I don't have feelings or that I'm faking it. It doesn't mean that what I say isn't true. If I told you I wanted to die right now at this very second, I would hope you are friend enough to listen to me and try to get me to calm down and talk. Don't tell me to die because deep down inside of me, every moment I live I want to die. You telling me to do so will only add to that part of me that I try so very hard to fight back. That part that adds pressure and everyone has a limit when it comes to too much pressure. Keep adding on another bit and that peace will overpower my will to survive. And then I'll be dead.

Do you think it ends there? That’s the problem with people. They always think something has to end or be cured and that nothing can ever last as long as your life. But they’re wrong. They’re all wrong! I’ve been told throughout my life that it will get better and I will find someone to love. All I’ve gotten is a world full of hurt and a life without love or happiness. So spare me the lies and take your petty pity elsewhere.

During the Fourth of July this year, my mother had wanted my brother to take us to watch the Fourth of July fireworks up close. But of course wrestling had to be on. So instead of hollering at him about it, she came in my room and yelled at me. She asked if I was going to ditch the plan as well. She didn’t give me a chance to even answer because my computer was on.

She said, “ I know! Your boyfriend comes first, right?” and stomped out of the room.

So I got pissed, said I have to go, shut my pc off and headed to the living room. She didn’t even have her shoes on.

I said, “ Well, are you coming or what?”

She said, “It’s an hour early. I don’t want you to come. You can go back in your room and talk to your boyfriend. I want to be alone.”

So I replied with an “Okay” and walked out the door and left the house. I traveled to a torn down vacant lot the call “the hub”, about a mile or so, and sat in the grass, then went to the graveyard to visit the spirits and finally went home.

It turned out that my mom went looking for me and walked all the way to the mall (about four miles) and back home looking for me because she was worried about me and all the creeps that come out at night and harass women, which did happen to me but I got out of it fine. See, my mom does care about me and don’t ever say she doesn’t.

Another time my mother was craving for ice cream and it was gone. So I got hollered at, although I only had a tiny bowl. It was my brother’s favorite ice cream and it had been there for more than a week. It was also one of the small containers. But my brother bought two more the next day. I view it as a tiny problem in my life.

But as of lately, I think I’ve had just about enough. I’ve been living here for over nine years. I’ve cleaned this apartment the best I can. I do chores all day because my mother can’t anymore. I wash clothes, I make dinner, I wash dishes, I fill out money orders, I help my father with his games on the computer, I lug groceries home, My mother pays for the cable. Do you think I get appreciated around here? No. Instead of one single and simple “thank you” (besides my mother), I get more problems. I am told I cannot have my light on too long, I cannot have my computer on for too long, I cannot have my TV on until 2am even if I am only watching TV. I cannot have my fan on for too long and especially when I leave my room, I cannot have my TV and computer on and I cannot have my door shut.

When I was twenty I honestly gave up looking for this fictitious “someone out there for me.” All my pathetic little life, I’ve been told relationship after relationship “ there’s someone out there for you.” Well I’m calling that bluff. I’m not going to look anymore. I’m going to focus on other things besides this fairy tale of love and happy endings.

Instead I had found a church to go to. Most people would call it a “Holy Roller” church, but it is a born again Christian church. It’s not like Catholic Church, Born again Christian Churches are very loud. But I loved it there because they are filled with the spirit of God and they preach the word of the Bible to a point.

           

            Though Catholic and Christian Church believes in the Lord Almighty, most churches teach what they themselves want you to do, not God’s word. This is why I feel much more comfortable believing in things the way I do

And thus my life begins again.

            I found a man and his name is Emmanuel Carrigan. We both have a lot of disabilities and some times it is interesting being with him online. We met in a social network called IMVU and have been together for about eight months sense we got together on October 10^th, 2013. Even though we may have argument; most of the time we get along and we really do love and care for each other. I couldn’t have asked for a better man.

As well as finding a boyfriend; I have found a unique obsession with insects around this area. As you may view on my photography page; I have a healthy variety of insects in my repertoire of images.

I have especially taken up rearing some Larder Beetles in an acceptable living condition with food and water. This, although stinky, is something extremely fascinating and extraordinarily amazing as you may read in future blog posts on my little herd of Larder Beetles.

Anything else you want to learn about me; head over to my blog area or my youtube area and watch or read about my things and me. A good place to start reading is my article called “Nintendo: Family Reunion”

http://feeniethings.blogspot.com/2009/07/nintendo-family-reuinion.html

Disperse!!! 

Silentity

(since i do not know the first thing about putting a story into story form, it will stay in a basic story format)

Silentity

Beginning:
She sat up suddenly and jumped off her bed, running through the door as she hollered down the upstairs hall “ Daddy!” But then her knees buckled as she froze, pressing her face against the bars of the rail above the archway on the second floor. There stood two oddly young couple. The lady was short with brown hair and she glowed with a joyful look about her. The little girl on the second floor pouted as she wondered why they were in her parent’s house. She then quietly listened in on their conversation. “ Oh john, it’s so huge and beautiful!” Stephanie blurted out after looking all around in astonishment. The man slightly taller was just starting to climb the steps with a couple of suitcases, “ Now your happy we bought this hoax of a haunted house. All there is is cobwebs. Woo! I’m so scared!” he said sarcastically at his wife. Stephanie pouted angrily, biting her lower lip “ come on, John, knock it off! You haven’t stayed the night yet.” Stephanie slowly climbed the stairs behind john, still looking about. John reached the top of stairway were the girl entity stood. But John did not see her because he went right through her. She then stepped aside as Stephanie came up. She turned and said “Why are you here?” John almost immediately chuckled, “Wow, this house gives me a funny feeling!” the little girl hollered, “ Who are you?” seeming frustrated and upset. Suddenly Stephanie turned facing the little girl, but seemingly looking beyond her, “Did you hear something, John?” He looked back at Stephanie confused, “What? No.” Stephanie turned back to John and shrugged “Just thought I herd someone talking.” “Nah, there’s no one here but us two, and I wasn’t talking” John chuckled heading down the hall with his wife, stepping into a small but cozy bedroom. The little girl followed, whining at them “I’m here, I’m here!”
Event #1:
The room was small with flowered wallpaper; there was a twin-sized bed already inside it with soft blue and pink covers. On the far side of the room were two windows over looking the backyard and part of the pond. On the opposite side of the bed was a fair sized walk-in closet. John carried the suitcases to the closet and set them inside “ Maybe you need some rest, Stephanie, after all it is midnight and you don’t usually stay up this long.” Stephanie smiled “ yes, your right.” as she crawled onto the right side of the bed after kicking her shoes off. John jumped over her, landing on his back on the left side of the bed as he let out a sigh of relief. Stephanie giggled and kissed his cheek “ Good night, John.” “Good night, Stephanie.” John smiled closing his eyes as they both fell fast asleep. By this time, the little girl was furious. First they waltz in claiming this house was theirs and now they stole her very own bed. She reached out and touched Stephanie’s feet, making Stephanie’s feet cold as the little girl drew energy from Stephanie’s life form. Stephanie started to move her feet to get them warm, the ice coldness waking her from her slumber. She then opened her eyes and looked down to her feet to see the young girl touching her feet, Stephanie gasped. But Stephanie could not scream and she found her movement was limited. The strange little girl stared at her and started to sing, “Now I lay me down to rest, close my eyes inside my bed and dream about eternal bliss.” As if it were a portal sucking her in, she was drawn to a vision of a sergeant in a suit walking out the front door as a lady turned towards her in a hideously scary scolding way. The vision flashing to the same lady now pulling her out of the bed and pushing her into the closet and again flashing to the cold darkness of the closet. The window slowly opened as the books flew across the room, john woke up from the cold wind. He looked down, noticing the transparent person and screamed. He then turned to his wife to see her in a ghostly pale state and shaking with her eyes wide open. John then shook his wife and screamed “Stephanie, wake up! Wake up!” the little girl ran away as the activity went to a minimum, gradually stopping. Stephanie closed her eyes and passed out. John picked his wife up and ran out the door of the bedroom and down the stairs. He decided to settle for the living room till morning.
Peak (middle):
In morning, the little girl found her guests talking to a strange man in a black suit. Walking up to the strange man, she looked up at him. The man was about the same height as john, but he was a lot older and had a long beard. The man shivered and rubbed his arm as his eyes cast around the room. John put his hand on the priest’s shoulder, “ Are you alright, Father Smith?” Father Smith nodded “ she’s here, hurry and tell her!” he said with haste. The little girl broke in, “ Tell me what?” as she scowled up at them. Almost following the little girl’s reply, Stephanie said, “ We’re here to live inside this house, not take it from you.” “Yes, we would like to coexist with you inside this house, we wish not to harm you.” Said John sounding a little scared. The little girl thought about it for a moment and then she warmed up. Father Smith sighed and then smiled, “I believe she has calmed down, just remember this was originally her house. She seems to be paranoid about you two taking her home. So if you keep that to a minimum, she should quiet down.” Stephanie and John looked at each other and then smiled at the priest “thank you Father Smith.” “Your welcome, now lets all say a prayer,” Father Smith said as he raised his hands a bit. They all began to pray including the little girl entity. At the door, Father Smith, John and Stephanie bid each other fair well. John opened the door as Father Smith walked down the sidewalk. But to their astonishment, a totally black van with yellow lettering that said “ TAPS” had pulled into their drive way. A total of four men climbed out of the vehicle. The little girl poked her head out between the two couple and the looked up at the couple whispering. “It’s really them! The official TAPS members!” Stephanie grinned at John. “I know, I called them last night while you were sleeping.” Stephanie elbowed him, “ You could have told me this morning!” “Shush, we’ll fight later about this.” John barked softly. The little girl ran away as the group of strangers approached the two couple. As they all shook hands a tall bulky man with a balled head stated, “ Hi, my name is Jason and this is Steve.” Steve was shorter than Jason with black hair with a TAPS cap on. Another man who was shorter then Jason but still just a touch taller then Steve began to speak “ I am Grant and this is Brian.” Brian was skinny and a touch taller than Grant. “We came at your request to investigate your house to find out if it has any paranormal activity or not. During this investigation there will be video taping and recordings of various e.v.p.’s in parts of the house that seem to hold the most activity.” John and Stephanie stepped aside and said, “Welcome to our house.” The TAPS group walked in the front door and smiled. “Wow! Look at how big this foyer is.” Brian said, as he was astonished. Stephanie sort of shooed the TAPS members into the living room were the last occurrence was made. John spoke almost as if he were proud but still skeptical of the strange happenings, “ This morning, we invited Father Smith over to bless the house and he experienced a chill through out his body as he shivered.” Jason and Grant nodded as Steve and Brian listened quietly as if they were hawks waiting for his next move. “ There’s one other room, it’s upstairs. Follow me, pleas.” Stephanie announced behind them. Then Steve, Brian, Grant and Jason all turned and followed Stephanie up the stairs. John brought up the rear, keeping a close eye on everyone to make sure they all were okay. The little girl peaked out from the closet, just in time to see the rather large group of people flood into her room. “ This is were we experienced a large amount of activity.” Stephanie said slowly. John made his way to the front “ Yes, my wife went into shock and had visions of people, I’ve distinctively saw a little girl touching my wife’s feet.” The little girl walked toward the group curiously and looked at them. Just then she saw Grant and cried out, “ Daddy?” Stephanie continued, “ The windows opened and books flew as cold wind blew in, and it’s warm outside!” Grant smiled “well, we’ll set up a few cameras to see if we can catch anything. Alright, we’ll see you tomorrow morning.” John and Stephanie both thanked the group of TAPS members and made there way out of the little room. “Okay, time to get to work!” Jason chimed in as Steve and Brian walked out of the little room and got everything up and running. The little girl whined, “Daddy, Daddy!” as Grant began walk out but then stopped. “Come on, Grant, we have to go check on the equipment first.” Jason hurried Grant. Grant shushed Jason, “Did you just hear that?” Jason stared at Grant “Well…No.” “I thought I herd some one say Daddy, lets put a microphone in this room. Maybe we’ll catch an e.v.p.” Grant soon joined Jason with the overall examination of the equipment and they were ready for the investigation to start. Steve and Brian headed up stares and into the small room with a small tape recorder and microphone. “Hello? Is anybody here?” Steve said as he moved the microphone around slowly to pick up better audio. The little girl stood on the bed, watching the two guys walk around the room with a strange object in their hand. “If there’s somebody here, could you pleas give us a sign?” Brian almost demanded. The little girl looked around for something to do, she spotted the bible beside bed she picked it up and threw it as it hit Brian in the middle of his back. Brian cringed, “ah! What the…what was that?” Steve picked the bible up, “I think you got hit, dude.” Meanwhile, Grant was sitting in a chair in the living room “Hello, is there anybody here?” Jason wiped his four-head “boy, it’s getting hot in here.” “Lets get a reading.” Grant stood up excited a little. Jason slowly moved the heat-sensing device around the room, repeating the numbers he saw on the tiny screen, “One point three…One point five…Four point two, five, and five point five!” Grant quickly snapped a few photos as Jason was at the peak of his numbers. Suddenly Jason hollered and fell to his knees and hands. Grant rushed to Jason’s side, “ Are you alright, man?” “ Ah, gosh that burned!” Jason gulped and slowly stood up, “Felt like some one whacked me with a clothes-hanger set on fire!” “ Let me see if it left a mark?” Grant waited for Jason to show were he received the blow. Jason lifted his shirt half way and sure enough Jason had a thin red mark in the shape of a hanger. “Woe! Look at that!” The little girl pressed her face against the rail again, and watched Brian and Steve walking down the steps. She sighed and stood up, feeling very lonely and began to cry. She couldn’t help thinking they were mad at her for throwing the book. After a short while she wiped her eyes and noticed Grant and Jason ascending the stairs. Grant reached the top of the stairs and accidentally dropped the heat-sensing device. The little girl was standing right in front of Grant when Grant slowly looked up and saw a slight face two seconds away from his. Grant froze, his heart pounding, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He found it hard to talk and soon he could feel the cold spot on his cheek that resembled a small hand. Though Jason was right behind him and had been trying to talk to Grant, Grant choked out the words, “JASON! Front…Picture…” Jason quickly ran up the three steps and snapped a quick picture. But the little girl ran away a little bit and stood by the rail. Grant stood up straight and gulped as he looked up at Jason, “I saw her, Jason!” “Saw who?” Jason replied, sort of bewildered over the whole situation. “The little girl! The entity, I saw her!” Grant smiled, so excitedly. They both started walking towards the little bedroom and stepped inside. As the little girl climbed and began to stand on the bed, Jason said quickly, “hey, did you just see that? The sheets rustled a bit.” “ I’m here.” The little girl waved at Jason. Grant said firmly, “Who are you?” The little girl hopped off the bed and ran to the closet and opened the door. She waited, hearing them shout, “Woe!” She could hear the sound of all four feet shuffle towards the closet. Grant held the heat-sensing device towards the little girl, “ Wow, four point nine!” Jason took a few pictures in front of Grant and then the side of the closet wall popped open. Grant slowly pushed the wall a little and it slowly swung open with a squeak. Grant slowly peaked into the space behind the little room. There was an open trunk filled with something, also there were dolls on a shelf and a small blanket on the floor with a tiny bunny stuffed animal. Grant and Jason walked in the small room as the little Bunny rose slowly. The little girl looked at them as they said, “Woe! Look at that! Look at that!” Jason took more pictures of the moving rabbit. The little girl rooted through her trunk as clothes, books, papers, and pictures fell on the floor in front of the trunk. Out flew a single picture and slowly floated in the air as if it were a feather, landing right before Grant’s feet. Grant slowly bent over and picked the black and white photo up. It seemed to be a family photo, there was a man that looked somewhat familiar and he wore an army suit, to the left of him was a woman with a dark blouse and a skirt and then beneath them, The little girl stood about mid way of the woman’s thigh, she had long black hair and held the tiny stuffed bunny that looked like the one that had been mysteriously levitating. Jason had been peering over Grant’s shoulder as Grant flipped the photo over. Jason read out loud, “ Robert Lee Rose, Haggis Angelica Williams and Emma Marie Rose.” Grant and Jason turned and slowly walked through the maze of the house and found their selves downstairs examining the same kind of marks on Steve as they did Jason. Then the TAPS members began to pack up the strange object they carried in bags as they ascended outside.

Emma frowned watching the strangers leave; she thought they were mad at her. She just wanted them to know she was there; she wanted her father to recognize it was she.

Event#2:

Emma woke up the next morning to the sound of the door opening; she wandered out of her bedroom and into the hall. Emma looked upon the foyer were Stephanie, John, Grant, and Jason stood shaking hands and sat a table that was set up.

“It’s nice to have you in our home again!” Stephanie smiled and the men laughed. “Woo… we had quite a night, we had an amazing amount of paranormal activity with individuals in our group last night” Grant grinned and shook his head a little as if in disbelief. “Yes, but because we came here to prove a haunting wrong, unfortunately we cannot include personal experiences because we cannot prove if something happened.” Jason explained. “However, we caught a numerous amount of evidence. Lets take a look at this.” Grant said as he began to fiddle with a black skinny thing with a screen.

By this time Emma had walked down the stairs and joined the group as stood on the box next to the table. She peered at the screen as the sheet on her bed moved a little and suddenly the bible by the bed slowly levitated and flew across the screen. John and Stephanie’s mouths dropped. “One of our members experienced getting hit with a book and we just happened to record it on video, okay theirs one more” Grant explained. The screen projected a slow rustle in the sheets as if some one was climbing up on the bed. “Now this was just when me and Grant had just entered the child’s room upstairs and I thought I had saw something” Jason said as he smiled. Emma giggles, “I just wanted to be eye level!” “Now listen to this!” Grant said excitedly as he fiddled with the strange object that now play a hiss and a distinguished “I’m here.” Right in the middle of it. Stephanie was surprised, “Oh my god, it’s the little girl that was singing near my feet.” Grant smiled, “It’s pretty clear what she’s saying, do you agree?” John nods in amazement, “ I’m here.” Jason nods “ unfortunately, we weren’t able to get the closet door opening, but we did get photographic images of the hidden room up in the small bedroom.” Jason handed Stephanie and john many pictures, which included a floating bunny and many semi- transparent silhouettes that appeared to be a little girl. “Wow, this is so awesome!” Stephanie blurted. “ Also, we found this picture in the hidden room, which helped in our researches. It turns out that this girl’s name is Emma Marie Rose. For the first part of her life she was left with her mother whom abandoned her at a church where her father, Robert Lee Rose, had shown up. From there Robert Lee Rose had taken her home to here and then he married Emma Marie Rose’s stepmother, Haggis Angelica Williams. Apparently while Robert Lee Rose went off on military duty, Haggis Angelica Williams had locked Emma Marie Rose in the hidden room. Her body was found in 1864, huddled in the corner of the closet and she was pronounced dead. Haggis Angelica Williams was hanged for the murder of Emma Marie Rose and adultery. Robert Lee Rose died a year later in the line of duty after several attempts of suicide. And this information is all for you.” Grant handed Stephanie and John a copy of the documented records.

Emma sat down on the box, “ Wait…I’m dead? But… But Daddy didn’t come home!” Emma got up and ran away crying.

Ending (closing):

Later that night, Stephanie and John had decided to try and sleep in the little bedroom again. So Emma decided to wander around as she ascended out into the hallway. As Emma reached the rail, she peered down at the foyer again and stared at the front door. Suddenly the front door flew open and Robert Lee Rose hollered, “I’m home!” Emma excitedly ran down the stairs and screamed “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” and she hugged him tightly. “ Come on little one, let’s go home!” Robert Lee Rose smiled down at his child. Emma looked at him and then up at the stairs and frowned, “ hold on daddy, I want to say goodbye, pleas wait for me here.” Robert Lee Rose nodded as Emma ran up the stairs and jumped on her bed. “Wake up, Wake up!” Emma pleaded with the couple. Stephanie and John heard her and woke up to see her. “Come on!” Emma said excitedly and jumped off the bed and ran across the room and through the door. Stephanie got up, come on, she wants us to follow her!” “Fine...” John got up and opens the door. They spotted Emma running down the stair and followed. To their astonishment, they found a man that resembled Grant in a way, with his arm around Emma. Stephanie gasped and looked at John and then back at the two. Emma and Robert waved goodbye and Stephanie did the same and elbowed John, who was a bit shocked at what he was seeing. But john waved quickly, after he realized what was happening. Emma looked up at Robert and Robert did the same as they where smiling. They both turned and Robert took Emma’s hand and they walked out the front door as the door quietly shut.