Still Flying... Love you Chris !!

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Flying...

With outstretched arms she soared through the heavens like an eagle. High above the clouds; looking down at the firmaments below. It was breathtaking; beyond anything she'd ever known or imagined. 

After today; she knew her life would never be the same. Her world had changed forever! The secrets of the universe had been revealed. And she was grateful to be a partaker of all its splendor. 

The air was cool but she didn't mind. Leaning into the wind she soared freely like a bird; like a plane; but better. She was doing something that defied all reason and logic. She was flying! And nothing could ever take that away from her. 

Fluffy puffs of clouds billowed underneath her belly. As far as the eye could see there were miles and miles of blue and white mingled with hints of black. The darkness as enchanting as it was; as inviting as it was; it still exuded a hint of anger that made her tremble slightly...

In Search of the Magic...

Holding the bronze colored knife in my hand , I stared at the blade for a minute. Finally, I gasped; all secrets will be revealed. I had been in love with the idea of this man for ages.

But one mystery remained.

What did his insides look like? Was he as beautiful inside as he was outside? Did he have the magic?

He was lying on his back when I made a long deep gash in his chest. He didn't move. He didn't even feel it!

That's the power of magic...

I grabbed both side of his chest and pried them apart. My mouth watered. My heart raced! Finally I'd know the truth. Was there a real sparkle behind his ice blue eyes or was it all just an illusion?

A gold light burst from his chest and he seemed to gasp for air. But he wasn't in pain; yet still sleeping. I waited for some time for the bright light to dissipate and then with another anxious sigh; I peeped inside.

There was nothing!

The magic wasn't there. The thrill wasn't there. The passion wasn't there. Just a dark hollow cavity that resembled a cave. My eyes welled with tears. This can't be true I thought. How can this be? How could I have been so wrong for all these years? 

Things aren't always as they appear. When will I find the magic that matches my own? 


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Show down...

Here comes the show down
What goes around; comes around
And the crowds are waiting
Ahhh...

B. Spears

Runaway Bride...

She ran; all the way to the top of the hill. She loved Barren Road. No one ever came up there. It was always peaceful; quiet; silent. 

Collapsing in the meadows; she buried her face in the palms of her hands. Jake wasn't listening. He never listened. Sometimes people only see what they want to see; hear what they want to hear. 

Didn't he hear her when she said she didn't want to marry him? As nice as he was; she wasn't the one. She was never the one; although he wanted her to be. Lying flat on her back she stretched her arms along her side. A storm was coming. The sky was growing dark. Only one lone cloud floated listlessly above her head. 

Maybe if she stayed there long enough, the rain would come. If it did; she didn't care. Let it rain on her head; let lightening strike. She was tired of running. She was tired of being afraid. Perhaps the universe would be kind and finally deliver her from all her misery.

She closed her eyes; trying to calm her thoughts. 

All was quiet. No birds sang; no dogs barked. Save the subtle whistle of the wind that occasionally whisked by her ears. If she concentrated long enough; hard enough; would the wind tell her what to do? 

She longed to clear her head. Was she throwing her life away? Most ladies would jump at the chance to marry one of the most eligible bachelors in the county; but she wasn't and why? He was nice; attentive; loving; kind. So what was her problem? Why wasn't she in love with him? Why did the thought of marrying him frighten her so? 

A drop of water fell across her temples. She grimaced and looked at the sky. The rain was coming...



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The Perfect Date...

Nervously, Chelsea rubbed her palms against her pants. She started to slip on her gloves, but Kent already had the heat on in the car. She didn't want him to think she was cold. Really she wasn't; just extremely excited. 

She closed her eyes and exhaled. 

The moon was full tonight. It sat high above their heads like a round pearl. Beautiful it was; magical it was. 

Illuminating against the heavens like a diamond. She smiled to herself. She was truly happy. For the first time in a long time; she felt total peace; tranquility; and an uncanny sense of calm.

Why? Was Kent the one she'd finally been waiting for her whole life? She didn't know for sure. Hopefully he was! Her heart certainly wanted him to be. But for now; just for this moment; she'd settle for the idea only. As a matter of fact if he wasn't she'd record the nights images in her head and live on them the rest of her life. 

Her whole life, she always felt undesired; unwanted and unloved. And now; at least for tonight; all that had changed. She laid her head against the head rest; admiring the indigo glow of the city. For a moment; she wished it was snow. 'Now that would be really nice!'

The intoxicating scent of Kent's cologne danced in the air. He was silent in the car; but not an awkward silence; a content one. The kind of silence you feel when you're with the person you're suppose to be with. The kind of contentment you feel when you're with someone you're not trying to impress because they know you already. 

Yes! She was happy; totally happy. So happy that she didn't want the night to ever end. No longer was she the girl who sat in the background watching others being loved and adored; but now; it was her turn. It was her turn to experience the magic of love that others felt. 

Kent reached over and rested his hand on her thigh. Wrapping his warm palms against hers, he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. 

Chelsea looked up. He never looked at her; yet stared intently ahead; eyes fixated on the road. She smiled as warm heat surged over her body. Yes; this was it! He was definitely a keeper...



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Doll...

Marcia wanted her own space. Her grandma's house was certainly big enough for everybody. Besides if her little brother Nate took one more item out of her room she was gonna scream. She was sixteen now and she needed her privacy. What was the big deal about moving to the attic anyway? There was nothing up there. Grandma Ethel could be so honory at times. Actually she was quite bossy. 

But maybe if she just talked to her she could some how convince her to let her stay up stairs. After all, she was always complaining about everybody leaving their things around anyway. Therefore, her moving into the attic seemed to be the perfect solution. 

One day, she was trying to read, but the noise just became unbearable. How was she going to get through the latest issue of Tandie Drew if Nate and her cousin Olivia kept fighting. Without saying a word to anybody, she grabbed her book and crept up the stairwell. 



The attic was white and seemed to glow all the more with the sunlight shining in through the window. Marcia sat on the stairwell and started to read. Occasionally she'd look up because she kept hearing a creaking sound echo across the floor.  Her brow wrinkled as she looked up the long flight of steps that bent around the corner. 

She knew her grandmother didn't want her to go up there. But what was the big deal? All she wanted to do was investigate the minor distraction and get back to her reading. Surely, that would be ok. Laying her book down she peeped down the steps. Grandma was nowhere in sight. 


She peered up the long flight of steps again. Curiosity got the best of her. Slowly she made her way up the stairwell; pausing here and there making sure no one saw her especially her nosey little brother. The creaking floor crackled again. Marcia's heart raced. What the heck was making that sound? Was it a mouse? A possum? A raccoon? 

After reaching the top of the steps she peered around the corner into the empty room. The sun beamed brightly through the curtain less window as dust particles illuminated in the air. With narrow eyes she peered through the dusty mist. 

To her surprise in the far corner of the room there was a doll lying on the window seal. 



The doll was a funny looking rag doll with a shoulder length bob. She had beady eyes and no eyebrows with ball joints. Marcia picked it up and inspected it. Running her fingers through her plastic mane she tried to tame any stray hairs. 

"Hmm...I wonder whose doll this is? Is it Grans?" 

After looking it over. She laid it back down and swiftly turned on her heels. With slow silent steps she slipped back down the stairwell; trying not to make the floor creak. After all, she wasn't suppose to be up there anyway. 

She'd almost reached the step she was sitting on, when she felt a little guilty. Why didn't she bring the doll back down stairs with her? She was sure grans wouldn't mind. Besides it made her feel weird leaving the little rag doll up stairs all by herself. After peeping around the corner to see if anyone was watching. She quietly tipped back up the steps to retrieve the toy. 

When Marcia reached the empty room. She gasped in surprise. The doll was not laying where she'd left it. The doll was sitting upright!



Marcia stared blankly for a moment as an icy chill crept up her spine. When she left, did she lay the doll down? Or did she sit her up straight? She scratched her temples. "Don't be silly!" her thoughts said. "She's a doll. She can't move. She can't think. She's not real!"

With hesitation, Marcia picked up the doll again and examined it. Her heart raced. The doll felt warm this time; and not cold or inanimate. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

"Marcia! Marcia! Where are you? What are you doing?" a voice called from bellow. 

Marcia spun around staring out the door. She didn't want anyone to know she'd gone up stairs so she didn't answer. Placing the doll back on the window sill. She crept back down the stairs. "Yes Grans I'm here! Did you need me?"

"Come'ere and help me with these groceries. I have a lot of bags in the car!"

Marcia bit her bottom lip as her brows crinkled slightly. She backed away from the doll. "I'm coming grans!"

Letting out a frustrated sigh she slowly descended the stairwell. Her thoughts raced a mile a minute. Her mind was troubled with questions. 'What just happened back there? The doll was not where I left it? How did that happen?'

When she reached the step she was sitting on she grabbed her book. A rumbling noise at the top of the stairs distracted her. Marcia looked up. She heard something giggle and run across the floor. She gasped drawing her book to her chest. Could it be what she thought it was? Could the rag doll be real???

The Escape...

She ran; as fast as her legs would take her. She ran for her life! Her calf were burning. The chilly air, creeping down her throat made her throat swell; but she ran all the more. Never looking back. Never pausing for a second. It was now or never. 

The universe had been kind to her. For a second some angel from heaven had granted her pardon; and she accepted. The door was left ajar and she was shocked!

With dark storm clouds forming over her head. A blue bolt of lightening shot down from the heavens. Her heart leaped in her chest. It's thunderous roar resounded all the louder; but she didn't care. She didn't care if lightening it self struck her. She would never hesitate for a second. She'd never return to the place from whence she'd came.

She'd never let anyone fool her again; trap her again. And if someone did try to get her; she'd fight to the bitter end. Death would be sweeter than the eternal confinement from whence she'd escaped...

Awaken...

If I died would you lay by my side until I awaken? 
Trapped; locked in the cold, cold ground. 
Icy, silent, lonely, friendless. 

I saw you put your face to the ground. Where you trying to listen for my heart beat? I think you were because you were so still for a moment; with your palms sprawled across the dew misted grass. 

I heard you! And one day I will awaken and we will be together again...

It...Revisited

It came to me again; calling chanting. In some unknown language I didn't recognize as my own. This time, he brought someone with him. His voice was deeper; darker; stronger. 

I told them both; I don't belong to you. 

They ignored me at first; continuing on with their conversation; as if I hadn't spoken a word. But then I raised my voice and spoke more louder. Singing the praises and the love I have for ANOTHER. 

I don't belong to you! I said. This time they stopped talking. They both listened to me and then in an instant; they both were gone!!!

I went back to sleep and started to dream some more...


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IT'S FOLLOWING ME !!!

Almost made it through the night with no problems; but just before day; here HE comes!!!

Here's the dream...

I'm a writer. Perhaps its always on my subconscious. When I went to bed last night, I was not thinking of anything creepy. Sometimes that matters. Sometimes it doesn't. 

I had a nightmare that played like a movie. I wasn't a writer or director; but I was in it. The murderer was not after me.

(Or at least I thought he wasn't initially)

 I was watching a movie with someone else being followed. 

The murderer turned out to be a doctor. He was evil. Wore scrubs and all as he killed about 4 people in cold blood. I saw the first victim he massacred; he had blood running out of his mouth. 

The police was looking for the killer who was now in the general public. He was apprehended near my grandmother's house in front of an old funeral home. (This funeral home is not creepy. It's pretty nice actually)

Me and some other people were trying to hide from the killer before the police came. While I was hiding a really cute guy ran up beside me. He was hiding too! He was crying!! (Totally scared) I hugged him. A detective came from out of nowhere and wanted to use the hot guy as bait. I told the guy 'No don't do it!' 

He declined and long story short: the police ended up finding the killer doctor without our help. 

So now its all over. I'm walking home to my grandmother's house. Another creepy guy appears from out of nowhere. He looked like the killer!! But how could that be? The police just caught the killer right? 

I tried to ignore him. I wanted everything to be over! I wanted everything to go back to normal.

The bad guy had been caught: and all was well now?

He's talking on the phone to someone. He tells the person on the phone that everybody got it wrong; he was the killer and he was still alive!!

As I walked along; I tried to ignore him. I was tired of running and hiding. 

But it didn't matter. The killer started to follow me; talking louder and louder so I could hear him. He wanted me to know he was still around. Still terrorizing; still coming for the people he wanted.

I got to the corner of the street that leads to my grandma's house. I ran into the main character in the movie. She was on the phone with her boyfriend. She'd found out the killer was still alive. She was crying and fussing at her boyfriend. (I don't know why)

I ran pass her. I was trying to make it to my grandma's house. The killer was on my trail. By the time I looked back: he'd already killed the main girl in the story. He did something really weird to her face. 

(Think about the 'Saw' movies)

I tried to run faster; but I knew he was hot on my trail. 

Once I was on my grandma's street; I hid in an old parked car. When the killer came by; I was hoping he'd pass me; but no such luck. He knew I was there. There was nowhere to run; nowhere to hide. I had to fight him. So I just stepped out the car and ATTACKED HIM. I 'willed' someone to help me. 

Someone who lived in a house next to the parked car came outside. They started to help me. I think I pulled the murderers arm off. (Think about those creepy zombies in the 'Walking Dead')

I woke up; as the neighbors apprehended this killer who was now just a faceless shadow...

What does all this mean???

It's after me! It won't leave me alone. I also can't allow other people to fight for me. That won't work! I have to fight it for myself. But I am TIRED!!! 

I mean really TIRED!!!

Can never pause for 30 seconds to catch my breath...smh 

But 'HE' doesn't care. He's coming anyway. I just have to be ready for when he reappears...


(Pray my strength guys...)

Happy Friday :(

Dead Part 3 (Finale) ...Mr. Charlie Pumpernickel

When the man spoke these words, Bianca fell on her face and knees. Her matted mane gathered in clumps on the floor. Her heart was wrought with terror. Tiny pins and needles poked at her skin as  a slow lump crept up her throat. This cannot be true. Things like this just did not happen. 

There was no way she could fathom being locked in that stone tomb with that strange man forever. Maybe she was dreaming. Yes, that must be it. And if she was, she wanted to awake from the terrible nightmare immediately!

The man laughed devilishly as his lips curled up in a bow. "Bianca, Bianca, dear sweet Bianca. I do hate to see you cry. Your crying signifies ignorance. So please allow me to clear some things up for you. Look into my eyes. My dazzling green; immaculate eyes."

Bianca didn't move. Yet pressed her face into the cold concrete floor, where her tears gathered into miniature pools. "No", she whispered. "I cannot look upon your face. I'm too frightened! This is more than I can bare."

Mr. Charlie's brow wrinkled with anger. "You cannot look at me!" he shouted. "Cannot look at me? Why you little self-centered, self righteous conniving little twit. How dare you judge me when I am of your own making! I was fashioned by your hands! Like a spider spinning its web. You formed me into existence! You made me! You created me!"

Grabbing her by the head, he wound his hands around her dark locks; forcing her head back; commanding that she stare deep into his eyes. Bianca cried all the more. She kept her eyes closed. The mans icy presence made her skin crawl. His evil aura illuminated all the more now that he was touching her. He felt cold and brisk like ice. Void of anything living; empty of anything good.

"Look into my eyes. Least I grow angry and pluck yours out like little brown marbles!" he hissed. 

Bianca's eyes flung open. She didn't want to look at him. But she knew he was angry and God only knew what he'd do to her if she wasn't obedient. 

"Yes! Yes! Now that's better. Stare into my eyes. My glowing green eyes. Admire the workmanship of your handy work. 

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Don't you find me beautiful? Do you enjoy the icy touch of my skin?" Bianca was mortified; enveloped in fear; wrought with terror. She didn't want to answer the strange man. He was hideous; wicked: a walking nightmare! In her wildest dreams; she never would have saw him. How could he insist he was a product of her own making? She wasn't perfect. But she wasn't that bad either: was she ? 

His skin was smooth yet extremely pale like he'd been covered with liquid chalk. His lips were pink with a row of white teeth peeking from behind. His bushy eyebrows resembled to orange caterpillars. He stroked Bianca on the side of the face with the back of his hand. 

"Yes, Yes that's it." he cooed. "No need to fight the inevitable Bianca. Accept your fate. Release your will and dreams of returning home. You haven't been a very good girl and now the universe has released you to me. Your end has come. Perhaps sooner than you'd imagine."

Bianca's teared strained eyes impaired her vision. She was glad. She couldn't bare staring at the man any longer. He petrified her. He horrified her. She wanted him to release her from his icy grip that made her flesh crawl but she accepted his embrace; too afraid to implicate signs of rebellion. "Why do I have to stay here? Why won't you let me go home? Why do you say I created you?"

Mr. Charlie released his grip and stood. 

Reaching inside his pocket he took out a silver clock. It dangled in the air as soft ticking sounds echoed from its metal chambers. Bianca slid back on her hands and feet. Letting out a huge sigh of relief.  She was glad the man released her.

"All life; all things have an expiration date. A day of reckoning; if you will. Some people are aware of this, therefore they try to make each day count. They try to live their lives peacefully; as humble as they know how. Helping others; loving others. Respecting others. And there are the people like you Bianca. The bullies of the universe. The oppressors; the tormentors; the hell raisers. With the time you have been awarded; you did nothing except raise me; worship me; nurture me."

Bianca's eyes widened as she looked on in total bewilderment. Mr. Charlie was really getting on her nerves. Speaking in riddles: patronizing her when all she wanted was some answers on how to get the heck out of there. She cleared her throat "Sir, please. I don't understand what you are talking about. All I want to do is go home. Please just tell me how to get out of here and I will be on my way."

A sinister smile graced Charlie's lips as his brow wrinkled with frustration. With one quick leap like a giant panther he lunged at Bianca, wrapping his hands around her throat; pinning her against the wall. "You don't get it! You just don't get it! Do you little mocking bird? You are not leaving here! You will never leave here! You will never go home because you are dead! 

Dead! Dead! Dead! 

Dead as a door nail dead!!! I am your master! Your eternal tormentor! Your everlasting curse! You are here because you chose to be here. When you were alive; you were an abuser; a tormentor; an oppressor; a demon! You took pleasure in other peoples pain; and one day; your actions caught up with you. Your time expired. Your victim killed you. It was an accident of course. But I'm glad you're here all the same. I've been waiting to meet you. To share with you; all you've created me to be. I want to share with you what you always gave the rest of the world!"

Bianca sniffed violently as her nose filled with mucous. Now she understood. The picture was coming into focus. She knew she was not the most compassionate person in her life. And during her time on earth; she really didn't care. She deemed others weak or soft. In her mind, she was the strong one. And anyone who didn't allow her to rule; had to feel her wrath. Truth be told, when others were happy; they annoyed her.

After all, she didn't have a very happy life; so why should they? Why should they laugh, play and prance around with glee; when her life was everything but those things. It wasn't fair and there was no way she was going to stand for it. She decided to teach everyone a lesson. Life was unkind to her so she decided to be less than kind to everyone else. That's the only way she survived it all. That's the only way everything made sense.

The only thing she didn't count on was the creation of Mr. Charlie Pumpernickel. He was her evil deeds that came back to haunt her. Like a rooster coming home to hatch; Mr. Charlie was a monster of her own design; and she was terrified of what she'd created.

Tucking the silvery watch back in his vest, Mr. Charlie winked at Bianca. After licking his lips mischievously, he turned slowly disappearing into the shadows from which he'd emerged. Bianca grabbed her temples sighing with relief as huge beads of sweat poured down her brows. This can't be real. This can't be happening her mind reasoned as she laid her head against the cold wet slab. 

The sound of slamming doors echoed throughout the castle; rumbling like iron vaults. She trembled with terror as sinister whispers lingered in the shadows speaking in some language unknown to her. Bianca stared blankly; drawing her knees close to her chest. The mans words echoed in her head like ringing bells. 'This is purgatory! You will never escape! I am a beast of your own making!' 

She shuttered. And at that very moment. She genuinely regretted every mean deed she'd ever released into the universe. But it was too late. As the strange man stated; judgement was set and she would spend an eternity paying for it! ~~


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Dead Part 2...Mr Charlie Pumpernickel

When Bianca awoke she felt strange. Her mouth was dry. Her skin was cold. The hairs on the back of her neck lifted slightly. Fear and panic twisted her belly.

The last thing she remembered was a piercing pain in the back of her head. One of the girls had hit her but who? She grimaced and gently rubbed the back of her head. It didn't hurt so bad now. As a matter of fact, she really didn't feel anything right now; except uneasiness. But why?

Blinking slowly: her eyes strained to focus. Where was she? She was no longer in the woods. But lying on some cold slab of concrete. She pushed her self up with her hands glancing about the dimly lit room. Panic gripped her throat as a pair of lime green eyes peered at her through the darkness.

Bianca shrieked back in utter horror, falling on her backside as the green-eyed stranger moved closer. 

"Shhh" he commanded with one bandaged finger to his lips. "No need to be alarmed. Welcome to purgatory!"
Bianca's eyes widened with fright as her lips hung loosely. She was frozen with fear; like a deer in headlight. The man wreaked of a strange presence; a fearful one! She wanted to cry out but no sound would escape her voice. Her vocals had shut down; literally. She felt light headed but unable to faint. Dizzy, yet able to focus. 

She wanted to cover her face with her hands at the very sight of him; but she couldn't move her arms. Was some invisible entity holding her hands down? She couldn't tell. All she knew was now she couldn't move them at all. They felt like lead.

The mysterious man with hair as orange as a pumpkin starred deeply for a while. One of his bushy eyebrows was slightly raised as he ran his index finger across his lips. "You looked surprised to see me and I can't imagine why."

Bianca starred wildly with blared eyes. Who was this man? Where was she? Did he call that place purgatory? Was she in hell?

Now she was really frightened. She wanted to close her eyes, but her lids wouldn't shut. The sight of him was gut-wrenching. He was worse than any clown she'd seen. "Let me out! Please let me go!" her mind said but her mouth would not obey. It just hung there loosely, dangling. It failed her.

A sinister smile graced the mans hot pink lips. "Whenever people like you end up in a place like this. Your reaction to it all; always suprises me."








Bianca didn't say a word, yet listened attentively. She didn't know who he was or what he was talking about. All she wanted to do was go back to her old life. Go back home; where ever that was.

The man moved closer; extending his rag bandaged hands to her. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mr. Charlie Pumpernickel and I am all things you embody and are afraid of. I am your biggest transgression, I am your worse fear. I am your evil thoughts. I am your worst intentions. I am all you created me to be and more." He smiled an nodded stepping back slightly in some curtsie like fashion twirling his wrist in the air while slowly bowing his head.


"Please let me go!" Bianca whispered. The bass in her vocal cords still failed to obey her.

"I'm sorry." said the man. "I cannot do that. Judgement has been set. You must pay for your works!"...

Dead...

She lay there for a long time; perfectly still. "Is she dead? She's not moving!" Kathy's heart raced with adrenaline. Tiny sweat beads graced her forehead. Bianca didn't answer. Her eyes were still open with a tiny stream of blood running out of her nose. Had justice been served? Did she finally get what was coming to her? Did she finally get what she deserved? 

Lindsey said they were only taking her into the forest to scare her. But then something went terribly wrong. Tempers flew; emotions ran wild. Kathy stood motionless over her tormentor. The veins in her hands bulged with blood as she still gripped the broken tree branch. 

Bianca didn't look so big anymore. Now she was small; helpless even. Not moving; not breathing; just dead; with her hazel eyes starring blankly into eternity.

"May flights of devils bring you to your rest." whispered Lindsey as her eyes narrowed with a wicked twitch. She exhaled and closed her eyes and lifted her head towards the sky. All was well. All was peaceful. The kill was sweeter than she thought it would be...


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Analysis Wuthering Heights; TV 1998 (Robert Cavanah and Orla Brady)

 Hello again boys and girls!!

I'm on a roll tonight!! But this time I wanted to write about a subject that has been on my mind, but I've put off writing about it. As you can see from the title, I'm reviewing the TV movie version of 'Wuthering Heights' starring Robert Cavanah and Orla Brady.

The first time I saw this film, I really liked it. The funny thing about these old literary classics is that, I never was interested in them when I was in school. If someone makes me read, I cannot enjoy it. I'm a free spirit. I have to discover things on my own in order for me to really appreciate it. Otherwise, it feels like some chore I must complete. 

Now, if you clicked on this link, I'm sure you're already a fan of this age old classic. So we don't need to discuss what the story is about. 

So what is my review about? I'm glad you asked!!

My review is more of an analysis of how the the director David Skynner put this production together. This is what I admired most about the film. It did not have any hot and heavy love scenes per se. But every moment of the film was intense. Really intense!

I mean guys, let's just face it, Heathcliff  was crazy! Half the time I didn't know if I should root for him or if I should hate him. I was totally confused. 

Nevertheless, I enjoyed the roller coaster ride. Half the time, I wanted to knock him out and at other times, I wanted to embrace him. (especially when he was a little boy) What I'm trying to say is I enjoyed the raw human emotion that rolled into absolute insanity!

And that my friends is what made this film so intense. It was that raw unabashed and unashamed love Heathcliff had for Cathy. 

Someone on face book said this one day. It was so profound. I copied it. Don't worry, I'll give credit where its due. Here it is...


This discussion is taken from Anne Rice's facebook page where everyone is discussing Lestat...

This is what Rui Rato one of her followers said about Lestat...

"Maybe, but if anything his age did confer great charm that most younger men lack, and Tom Cruise also had a touch of violence and wickedness which is so very manly and which made him a Lestat that I believe is worth admiring. Passion comes with a touch of violence, we are animals after all, and I'm truly glad of it, for what kind of weakling, submissive emotion would passion be without a touch of crazed desire? To possess, to own, to consume. Passion is like a hunger, and I fail to appreciate the presence of any man or woman who is devoid such basic human savagery, I love it."


The first time I read this, I was blown away. This is exactly what I try to tap into every time I write. Raw, crazed, borderline insane desire that makes the heart beat and the pulse race. Now that my friends, is real passion. And this is what you'll get the opportunity to experience in this TV version of 'Wuthering Heights'

It was sad, dark and enchanting with the same crazed desire Rui Rato describes. I thought his quote described Heathcliff and Cathy perfectly. They were both insane; yet joyful to watch.

The pic below is young Catherine and Hareton...
I absolutely love this screen shot of their prelude to the kiss!!

PS.. the movie soundtrack is amazing!!!!!





Later Gators!

Review: Dracula; Untold

Greetings everyone! 

I hope everybody had a wonderful and safe weekend!
I know I did !!

This weekend I saw Dracula: Untold...

And guys let me tell you. If you have not seen it, check it out. You won't be disappointed. The way the movie ended, it looks like there will be a part II. If there is, I'll be there sitting in the front row. 

I must admit, I was a little nervous. It's been a long time since I've come across a movie that grabbed my heart strings. However, Dracula managed to do just that. 

Don't worry no spoilers!!

But this is what I liked most about this film. It was true to real life! And how is that you might ask? Well, let me explain. Life is no fairy tale.

Life is tough. Life will get you stuck in a bind so tight you might gnaw at your own arm just to be free. That's what happened to Dracula. He had to make a tough decision in a short amount of time. As the leader, he had to do what he thought was best in order to save his family and his kingdom. And you know what? 

I don't blame him!

Sometimes, we make deals with the devil because no other doors seem to open up. Sometimes we don't have the option of doing what is right. Sometimes we are just trying to survive; trying to escape pain. 

And this is what happened to Dracula. His back was against the wall, so he sought the aid of the only power he knew. An old ancient evil. 

Folks, let me tell you. It was great. I loved it. If there is a part II, I will be there to see it. This film made me want to cry in some parts, because I totally related to Dracula's sacrifice. 

I thought it was a very creative twist, to an immortal tale. 

Long live Dracula (Vlad the Impaler!)

Loving Me for Me...

Your lips
Your eyes
Your smile
Your kiss, I must admit
(It's a part of me)
You please me
Complete me
Filling me
(Like a melody)...

Christina Aguilera

Holding Back The Years...

Holding back the years. 
Thinking of the fear I've had so long
When somebody hears
Listen to the fear that's gone...
Mick Hucknall


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Leaving...

One day I'm gonna blow this pop stand and I'm never coming back! You just wait and you'll see! ...


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Woods...

"Pete come back!" Mandy yelled as her yellow retriever ran off into the woods. "Stupid dog! He never does anything I say. I wish I had tea cup poodle instead!" 
She pulled the hood over her head. The sun wasn't up just yet, but that annoying dog had managed to whine and yelp until finally she let him go outside. And now, with her luck he'd run off into the woods and wasn't answering her at all.
"Pete!" she yelled again as her eyes darted from left to right. I don't have time to chase you all day. I only have two hours left and then I have to start getting ready for my soccer meet.
Kicking freshly fallen leaves on the ground, she stood with her hands on her hips. I knew I should have never taken his behind off the leash!
Moving deeper into the woods she peered through the dense fog. She grew uneasy. For some strange reason, she felt as if she was being watched. "Pete?" she called again with narrowed eyes. But there was no sign of the dog. 
All of a sudden a shadowy figure stirred in the distance. 
"Pete. Come here boy." she whispered as she slapped her hands against her thigh. 
A howling sound echoed through the mist as a pair of sinister yellow eyes stared back at her...



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The Dark Witch...

Jessica felt sorry for the lady. She was always alone and generally kept to herself. Like a creature of habit, she walked the same trail everyday. Looking down at her feet most of the time; she rarely looked anyone directly in the eyes. 

One day, Jessica decided to talk to her. She felt bad for the lady who always wore black. Maybe she wears it because shes in morning. Maybe she wears it because she likes it. The way the other ladies in town stared her up and down was down right cruel. How could they all be so mean? Besides, the lady in black seemed fine to her. 

She was sure that if she presented herself friendly; perhaps they'd become great friends. Most of the time; like the woman; Jessica often felt shunned and ostracized. So one day she decided to change all that. She decided to reach out to the lady who always hid behind her veil. 

Clearing her throat, she stepped up to her. "Hello, my name is Jessica. I don't mean to be a bother, but since we pass each other every day I wanted to formally introduce myself."
The lady paused for a moment as she clutched a dark book close to her chest. She lifted her head in surprise as no one ever talked to her.
"Well...hello... um its nice to meet you."She paused for minute. "My name is Raven."
Jessica smiled warmly and nervously pulled at her fingers. "I see you walking to the library everyday and I was happy to know someone else who enjoyed reading as much as I do. I don't have many friends around here so I read a lot for companionship."
The lady smiled casually as her sparkling eyes peered through the thin veil. "Not many friends?" she asked.
Jessica shook her head 'no' while biting her bottom lip. 
"Well...I don't have a lot of friends either. So perhaps we could visit the library together sometime. I'd love to get to know you better and share my readings with you."
Jessica's lips turned up in a bow. She had finally come out of her shell. Today she did something that was totally out of character. She'd put her self out there and made a new friend in return. "Yes, sure... I'd love that!" She glanced down at the lady's hand. "If you don't mind me asking. What kind of books do you like to read?" 
"Ahh... I read many things. I have a very eclectic taste I guess you could say."
"Oh, that sounds interesting. I like variety too. Are there any good reads you could recommend?"
The lady's heart began to race as a wave of heat surged through her body. This was going to be easier than she thought. This young lady was leaving the door wide open for her. Now was the time for her to make her move. Now was the time for her to reveal the truth. Lifting the veil off her face she pushed it gently over her head.

Jessica gasped as a deathly chill raced up her spine. Suddenly she grew very afraid. The lady had no color in her eyes. Her iris were as clear as crystals save the dark pupil in the center. 
"Are you sure you're ready to study with me?" inquired the lady as she moved closer to the young girl. "Are you sure you are ready for all mysteries to be revealed? Are you ready to drink from a well that never runs dry?...



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Hunger...

I was hungry and so I ate. Does that make me a bad person? Or does that make me a survivor. So what does it matter if I take a few lives here and there. Who cares that Jeff is dead. I did him a favor. I did them all a favor. He was a tormented soul and I released him into eternal rest; into eternal peace. 

I told him to leave. I told him it was best that he go home. But he just wouldn't listen. He had to stick around. He had to wait for the beast to awaken and by that time it was too late. The table had been set and he was the meal...

The Spell...

Today I put a spell on somebody. It was quite fun actually. I must admit, it was pretty mean. But hey, it was fun. Don't worry she had it coming to her. 

So what kind of spell was it you might inquire? A creepy one of course. After all, those are the best kind. 

This is what I did. I was standing behind her and I told her she had something in her hair; like a piece of cotton or lint. "Oh will you pull it out please?"

Of course I said; with the biggest smile on my face. Little did she know all I did was pull out one of her hair follicles. Hey I needed it! I needed it to make the potion!

So I have one of her hair follicles. A pen from her desk, a old bird's feather, a chicken bone and a bottle of olive oil. I boiled it. And then set the rest of the contents on fire in my back yard. I spoke a magic spell over it and then wallah !!! My spell was born!!!

Haa! haa! So now whats going to happen to this girl you might ask? Let's just say, the next time she gets ready to eat. She'll have a pair of eyes staring back at her. 

Haa!! haa! 

Man I just love being a witch!!


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The Runaways...

"Where are we going?" asked Binky as she sat beside Marnie trying to catch her breath. The pair had been walking all night non stop. Marnie was adamant that they keep moving forward least Mistress Evilstop the head chancellor of the orphanage find them.   
"Anywhere, but here." replied the young girl as she stared off into the horizon...



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A Review of Dorothy Dandrige: Book and Documentary

Hmm...what can I say about this beautiful lady who left us too soon? She was an amazing, courageous lady with uncanny beauty that made my eyes narrow when when I saw her. 

Now, notice I am saying she was courageous. Well others in her circle would beg to differ. I watched a documentary on her on youtube and a close associate of hers; referred to her as a masochist.

Now that's pretty harsh. But hey, this is what the person said. 
Then I watched another interview and in this interview; the person said Dorothy had low self esteem and etc...

Well all those things could be true. I didn't know her personally. But in her defense, I would like to say that we all have our flaws. And if Dorothy had low self esteem; that only meant she was human. 

To a certain degree, I have low self esteem. Yes, that's right I said it. But so does EVERYBODY! Name one person on this planet who is walking around and has it all together. I'm over here brain storming and I can't think of one. 

Let's just face it guys, this life is hard. We slip through the portals of existence not having a full understanding of where we came from or how we got here. Yes, we are all told we are products of our mothers and fathers but still... Where did we exist before conception? Was I a beam of light, just waiting for the next person to have sex so I could come to earth? 

Who knows...we can only speculate. But in defense of Dorothy I wanted to emphasize that I believe she did the best she could with the life she was given and no one can judge her. I believe she wanted to be stronger than she was, she wanted to be happier; but she had inner demons that would not let up! 

And sometimes they don't. Those creepy beings follow you around this globe during the course of your life span. So what do you do? How long can any of us remain in prolonged states of agony? At some point we would all look for a way to give our minds a break.

As an artist, I think she was amazing. I admire her courage to go after what she wanted in life although the odds were stacked against her. It takes a lot of courage to keep pursuing the things you want to do, when you see others running the race a lot more swifter than you. 

For those of you who have not read her autobiography, I would encourage you to check it out. It's called 'Everything and Nothing: The Dorothy Dandridge Tragedy' by Earl Conrad.

She goes into a lot of detail about her personal life and speaks very candidly about the people she met. She goes into great detail about broken relationships and its so vivid, you will feel as if you are in the relationship walking along side her. Some things she said made me laugh while others made me cry.

What did I learn about this lady? Well, I learned that none of us are exempt from the human experience and life eventually happens to us all. 

Great read! Great documentary! I highly recommend it !

Later Gators!

The Ugly Duckling...

Maria laid across her bed. Twirling her dark curls around her fingers. She was heated. Boiling with anger. Keith had definitely become too big for his britches. The more she vented, the more her temper flared. "When I first met him; he couldn't buy a date! So tell me when did he become prince charming or Casanova? Does he really think he's that hot? He's not that cool!"
Jaime laughed. "I know! That's what's so funny about it all. Didn't James encourage you to talk to him anyway?"
"Yes, he did! I only did it to be nice! I can't freaking believe how this scum bag has betrayed me!"
"Maria the best thing to do right now is to forget about him. Just forget about everything. He's a loser. He won't get very far in life. He will reap what he's sown."
Maria grabbed her temples. If only life were that simple. If only the people who offended us really did receive their just rewards. But in the real world she knew that wasn't true. Sowing and reaping were concepts. It never happened in reality. The only way she could get back at Keith was if she took action.
Jaime sat on the edge of her bed. Maria's silence was making her nervous. "Hey...you still there?"
"Yeah, I'm here." Her voice was cold; icy almost.
Jaime took a deep breath. "I hope you're not going to do what I think you're gonna do... I mean he's totally not worth it."
Maria pressed the phone tightly against her ear; her vision blurry from crying. She was done being nice. It had gotten her nowhere. Keith was a loser! A nothing! A nobody! Until he met her. He was just an ugly duckling. How could he betray her? 
For some strange reason, the nicer she was; the more she was abused. But now she was done being nice. She'd grown weary in doing well. It was time for him to feel her wrath and pay for his transgressions...


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Mean Girls...

The first time I saw this film, I laughed my head off. It is such a light-hearted comedy of what life is like for a lot of teenage girls in high school. It was extremely funny and is my number 1 chick flick. 

Nevertheless, I am also reminded of my own high school years. It was horrible. But I must admit, some girls had it worst than me. After awhile, bullying and harassment got so bad; I didn't even want to go to school. But hey, I had no choice. I had to go to school. It was the law. 

Well, this weekend I'm watching a life time movie about a lady who plotted to kill her daughter's cheer leading school mate. Watching the girls cheer made me think of something I saw when I was in high school. 

Now don't get me wrong, nobody's parents tried to kill a student, but I remember watching another student being bullied who had just made cheer-leading try outs.

One day we had a pep rally. So when the new recruits ran out on the field; other students critiqued who should and shouldn't have been on the squad.

 Now there was this one girl in particular who a lot of other students didn't think was worthy to be on the team. For the sake of privacy, let's just call her Amanda.

Now I must admit, Amanda was not an athletic girl. And I was pretty shocked that she wanted to be a cheerleader. I guess she never struck me as the type. But any who, she made the cut.

During one of their routines; I saw about three of the high school bullies shining their mirrors in her face. We were outside and of course the sun was out. I nudged one of my friends on the arm when I saw it. "Can you freaking believe them?" I asked. My friend just shook her head in detestation. 

One of the mean girls, lets just call her Shelly; I don't get the feeling she really wanted to participate with her friends because she had her mirror turned down so it wouldn't reflect the sun. But she had to go along with the rest of the group if she wanted to remain in the clique. 

She probably felt bad because had her evil side-kicks not been around; I think she was friendly to Amanda otherwise. 

It was so disgusting to watch. I hate bullies! 

            On Wednesdays We Wear Pink

A Walk with the Dragon...

"Pipa are you dressed?"
"Yes mom I'm coming." Pipa grabbed her cloak and tied it tightly around her neck. She was late. The sun was setting and she hadn't taken Mrs. Foxcoat her medicine. Rubbing lip gloss on her lips she checked her self once more in the mirror.
"Pipa!" her mom shouted.
"OK. OK I'm coming!" Slamming the door to her room she tried to signal to her mom she was on the way. Rounding the corner down the hall way, she whisked into the kitchen.
"Thank you baby." Her mother added as she wiped her hands on her apron. 
"Sure"
"Now give this medicine to Mrs. Foxcoat and come right back. It's late and I don't want you staying there long.
Pipa nodded and grabbed the basket. 
Placing her hand at the back of her head, her mother kissed her on the forehead.
Pipa sighed frustratedly and grimaced. "Mom I gotta go before the sun goes down."
"OK. OK go ahead!"
Readjusting her cloak, she slid her hands down the length of her garb to remove any wrinkles. With luck, she hoped she run into Randy Newhall like last time. He was so freaking cute! And recently single!

Closing the door behind her, she exhaled as her heart raced with anticipation. The sky was illuminated with a purple like glow. The moon had caught her. But it was OK. She'd still be home before it got terribly late.



Walking at a steady pace, she pulled her cloak over her head shielding her ears from the night air. Mrs. Foxcoat had been sick for a long time, but she'd always sworn by her mom's famous cough syrup. Pipa received the benefits of the syrup too. When she was younger, anytime she started to get sick, her mom always went to the forest to gather herbs to make her syrup. 

As the fresh scent of lilac crawled up her nose, Pipa hummed leisurely. Now it was about here that I ran into Randy last time. She stopped for a moment and looked around. Not a soul stirred save the occasional call of a Hoot owl. 

Shoot!




Pushing the cloak off her head, her eyes darted from left to right. Reaching into her pockets she pulled out a pack of crackers. Well since I'm here I may as well feed the ducks. Besides I think they're happy when they see me because I always give them food.




Diverting from the path, Pipa made a swift turn at the old weeping willow's tree to Miller's pond. Stepping over vines and thickets she pushed drooping tree limbs from her face until she reached the clearing. A gathering of ducks swam leisurely in the pond; flapping their feathery wings occasionally as their tiny legs propelled them through liquid bliss. With a cluck of her tongue, Pipa sprinkled crumbled crackers in the water. Picking up the scent of food, all the ducks raced to the water's edge. Discarding the wrapper in her cloak. Pipa pulled the hood over her head and returned to her path. 

When she arrived at Mrs. Foxcoat's house, all the lights were on. She bit her lip nervously. I hope I'm not terribly late. She knocked on the door. 
"Who is it?" a voice called.
"It's me Pipa."
The door swung open. "Hey Pipa!" Melody's voice was warm and friendly. "Come on in!"
Pipa stepped inside, pushing her cloak off her head. "I hope I'm not terribly late. This is for your mom." She handed her the basket.
"Thanks. Mom!" Melody yelled as she casually glanced over her shoulder. "Your drugs are here!"
Mrs. Foxcoat stepped around the corner. Her eyes lit up when she saw Pipa and the basket. "Hey baby, thank you for bringing that by." She grabbed the basket from Melody. "And stopped calling my medication drugs!"
"Mom, news flash. They are drugs!" Melody rolled her eyes. 
Mrs. Foxcoat diverted her gaze to Pipa. "Pipa how is your mom doing? Come in sit down."
Pipa stumbled. What the...? She grabbed Mrs. Foxcoat to break her fall. A tiny action figure darted across the floor. 
"Charlie!" Mrs. Foxcoat called. "Come get this mess off the floor!"
Melody sprinted across the room and grabbed the toy as Charlie stood in the doorway. 
"If you don't keep your crap out of the way. This is the last time you will see GI Johnny alive again!" She held the tiny toy in front of the fire place.
"Mom!" Charlie called as he screamed in terror. His stomach rippled with knots. "Give it here. Stop playing!" He ran towards his sister. Jumping up and down he tried to retrieve the toy from her grasp. Melody smiled wickedly dangling the action figure high above his head.
"Give it back you witch!" He was getting angry now. His face was turning red.
"Oh my god. Did you just call me a witch?" she laughed devilishly. "Well since you think I'm a witch, you better watch out least I put a spell on you and you meet the same fate as the Fosters!"
"Mom...mom. Melody's threatening me! Make her stop!"
Mrs. Foxcoat intervened. "Melody stop tormenting your brother. When you're old and gray, you'll be begging him to chauffeur you to your doctor's appointments."
Melody's brow raised. "Oh no I won't because I'm going to be rich. I'm going to marry a prince and leave this god awful place."
"Well good luck with that!" Mrs. Foxcoat smirked. 

Pipa's brows raised. The Foxcoats were a lively bunch. That's why she didn't mind coming over. She found their dysfunction quite entertaining. She crossed her legs. "So Melody what's going on with you? Written any exciting stories lately?"
Melody's eyes lit up. "Yes, as a matter of fact I have!" She shoved the action figure in Charlie's face and grabbed her notebook.
Charlie ran off and didn't look back.
Folding her legs under her bottom, she slipped on her glasses; opening her tablet. "I was inspired by the Foster's tragedy this weekend. Does that sound bad? God, forgive me if it does."
Pipa readjusted in her seat. "What happened to them?"
Melody's eyes blared. "Pipa, Oh my god! I can't believe you haven't heard anything!"
"Umm... no I've been in the house all day and usually busy with chores."
"Dang, Pipa. You're only seventeen in a half and you're already a modern day Cinderella."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Pipa rolled her eyes. "So what did I miss? What happened to them?"
Melody pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. "Their entire farm was destroyed. Massacred!"
"What...what do you mean?"
"I mean, someone or something burned their barns and massacred their animals!"
"Geez!" Pipa put her hand over her mouth. "That's horrible!"
"Yeah. It's the creepiest ish ever !"
Pipa thought for a moment. "But I don't understand. The Fosters are nice people who would do such a thing?"
"Well it's more like what did such a thing."
Pipa crossed her legs. "And what do you mean by that?"
Melody closed her notebook and took off her glasses. "Pip let's be frank here. You know I always said that there was something about Ellie Foster that was not right. I mean..I'm sorry. Something about that girl...although I could never put my finger on it; has never been right."
"Ok?"
"I think she's behind all this?"
"You mean you think she desecrated her own family's property and killed all their revenue?" A hint of sarcasm resounded in Pipa's voice.
"Pip...no not like that. I think she was playing with fire and got burned."
"Melody, I don't understand..."
"Pip we all know that Ellie practiced dark magic and I think this time the omen fell on her. I think some monstrosity that shes been playing with in the past has turned on her."
Pipa leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. "You mean like a demon?"
"Pricisely!"
Pipa's eyes narrowed and she let out a nervous sigh. "Well thanks for telling me this now that the sun has set and I have to walk home by myself!"
"Oh for heavens sake Pip, the things not coming for you. You didn't summon it. No...it only comes for the one who calls it."
Mrs. Foxcoat stepped from around the corner. "Oh Melody stop telling her stories like that. You're always trying to scare people. Pipa don't believe anything she says. It's total nonsense. The Foster's barn caught on fire because Joe always smokes in the barn. And the cattle was massacred by some wild coyote or starving wolf."

Pipa nodded slowly and breathed a sigh of relief. Mrs. Foxcoat eased her nerves a little bit.
Melody glared at her mother through squinted lids. "Mom... really? So you're ease dropping on me now? Is that what we've come to?"
Mrs. Foxcoat looked at her daughter and casually turned her head. Melody rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her guest. "Pip, I'm telling ya..what I'm saying to you is true. Stay away from Ellie. She's bad news."
Pipa shifted nervously in her seat. It was time to go. She was certain it was full blown night time now and she had to walk home alone after hearing that kind of story. She grabbed her cloak and slipped it around her shoulders.
"Well...I'll certainly keep that in mind." Standing, she tied her garb around her neck.
Melody stood to escort her guest to the door. She could tell Pipa was nervous. "Look Pip. I didn't tell you that story to make you upset. I'm telling you this as an fyi. Be careful. There's a lot of strange stuff going on out here and I don't want you to get hurt."
Pipa nodded. "Point taken. See you at school." Pipa grabbed the door handle and turned it. 
"Hey, Pip wait!" Melody grabbed her by the arm. "Stay right here." She ran to her room and when she returned she had a metal object in her hand. "Here take this."
Pipa looked at. "What is it?"
"It's sort of like a talisman. Keep it with you. It will keep you safe."
Pipa smiled. "Thanks" she answered and then slipped out the door.



Against the moonlight, the trees looked like towering giants forming a canopy over her head. Pipa's legs moved like lightening as she quickly placed one foot in front of the order. So much for a romantic evening with Randy. 

Now her nerves were on edge. She was afraid that at any moment some being was going to jump out of the woods and snatch her. Normally she wasn't afraid to walk alone. As a matter of fact, she'd done it hundreds of times before. But this time was different. She was a little afraid. When she was at school she never paid Ellie any attention, but Melody was leery of her. What if what Melody said was true? What if Ellie had been playing with the devil and now he'd come to claim his prize? 

A slow chill crept up her back as her neck hairs stood on end. Well no matter what Ellie did. What did that have to do with her? She didn't play with dark magic, so why should she be afraid?

A soft crackle resounded in the woods. Pipa slowed her pace and looked around. She heard the call of a Hoot owl in the distance. Her eyes narrowed as she peered through the darkness of the trees. It looked like she saw something moving but she wasn't sure. A ball of nastiness crept up her throat as her belly twisted in knots. 

"Is someone there?"

The shadow stopped moving. She listened again but didn't hear anything else except the occasional howl of the wind. Pulling her cloak closer around her neck, she resumed walking. She was tempted to run, but she wasn't exactly wearing runners shoes. Her shoes had a slight heel to them. After all, she thought she was going to have a romantic run in with Randy tonight. She had no intention of fighting off ghouls or goblins. 

Swallowing hard she resumed walking. This time a louder crackle rustled in the darkness. She stopped in her tracks. Her breathing grew hitchy. Now she knew someone was there, but who? Suddenly an eerie feeling crept over her, like someone was watching her from the bushes. She could feel its eyes crawling down her back.

Some one's behind you. Her consciousness said. Turn around and you'll see it! Grabbing the side of her cloak, she pushed it back and slowly peered over her shoulder and there it was. Someone was standing on the trail  some distance behind her. 

"Aghh!" Pipa screamed as she took off running. Her hood blew off her head as she ran for her life! Her cape danced behind her back like a great bird as her feet beat against the soil like quick lightening. "Oh my God, its him, its the demon and he's coming for me!" Glancing over her shoulder she could see the shadowy figure running behind her. It's legs moved at the speed of light and there was no way she was going to out run it. She was wearing heels. 

The night air pummeled down her throat, causing her lungs to swell. Her eyes started to water as her legs burned with fatigue. The shadowy trees flickered against the moonlight like dancing giants. Playing with her irises, the tiny hints of light and shadow made her dizzy. She blinked and the next thing she knew she found herself suspended in the air with huge claws clasped tightly around her waist. 

Oh no! God help me! Please help me! She blacked out. 

Pipa awoke to a pair of yellowish eyes staring down at her. "Ma'am, ma'am are you OK? I'm not going to hurt you. I only wanted to ask you a question."

Pipa grabbed her head. A dull ache burned behind her neck. The ground was cold and hard. When she fell, she hit her head pretty hard.

"Ma'am, ma'am are you OK? Where do you live? I will help you get home. Can you tell me where you live?"

Pipa opened her eyes again. The dull ache in her head was subsiding and now she was sliding back to consciousness. The stranger softly stroked the side of her face. When her eyes clearly focused, she gasped and shrieked away from him with her palms in the air.

"It's OK ma'am. I'm not going to hurt you but you took off running so fast, I didn't have time to explain."

Pipa leaned back on bruised hands. With the moonlight slightly illuminating his face. She could see it was a man. And a gorgeous young man at that! Nervousness enveloped her. And she stuttered slightly when she spoke to him. "Oh yes...yes I'm OK. I think I'll live. Now she felt really stupid. She was running like the devil himself was after her. 

"Well can you stand? Or would you like to sit here for a minute? I can walk you home. I promise I won't hurt you. Scouts honor!" He raised his palms in the air innocently. 

Pipa let out a soft chuckle. "No..no its Ok. No sense in you going out of your way. I'm almost home now. She wiped the dirt from her hands and grimaced. Her palms bled slightly.

"Oh are you hurt? Let me see" said the stranger.

Pipa opened her palms. A long wrinkle swept across her forehead.

"Oh I'm so sorry this is all my fault. Had I not chased you, you wouldn't have ran and fell. But I was trying to call you from way back to let you know not to be alarmed. I'm sure you didn't hear me though."

Pipa smiled and wiped her brow with the back of her palms. "No...sorry I didn't."

"It's Ok."

After the young girl collected her wits, she stood and straightened out her clothes. She could see better now. The stranger was gorgeous. He had shoulder length dirty blonde hair and his eyes were as clear as crystals. When he looked at her, it seemed as if he were peering straight through her; into her soul even. Nervously, she cleared her throat, trying not to ogle him so much.

"Pardon my rudeness, but what's your name?"

"Pipa" said the girl.

"Pipa? Why that's a lovely name. My name is Draconius. I'm new in town."

Pipa smiled cordially. "Pleased to meet you Draconius." Wow the gods must be smiling down on me tonight. This guy is a total babe! "So..um..you say you're new in town. Do you have any relatives here?"

"Yes, I do. But we're kind of estranged. We're not very close at all. However, do to some other  unfortunate events that has taken place in my life, I have been forced to stay with them for a spell."

"Oh." The young girl nodded understandingly. "And whose your kin folk out here?"

"The Fosters. Do you know them?"

"Yes. I know them; quite well actually."

The stranger smiled and leisurely stared up at the sky. "Well, I promise I won't chase you anymore. I don't mind walking with you the rest of the way. After you." he motioned with his hands for Pipa to lead the way.
Pipa smiled and nodded.
"Oh and sorry to here about what happened to their farm. Please let them know that my family is willing to help them any way we can."
The boy didn't say anything. Yet stared blankly ahead.

The pair walked on until they reached the path to Pipa's house.
"Well, here we are. This is my stop. Thanks for walking me home."

"Oh no problem. Anytime. It looks like I'll be around here for awhile; so I'm sure I'll see you again."

"Likewise" added the girl. Pulling her cloak tighter about her shoulders. "Well...goodnight." 
Swiftly turning on her heels, Pipa made her way down the path to her house. The lights were on when she arrived. She was sure her mom was worried sick. Slowly she pushed the door open. Martha was sitting by the fire place knitting. When she heard Pipa she glanced up casually. "Where have you been? It took you longer than normal. I was about to send a search party out after you."

"Oh. I got caught up with Melody. Her mom baked cookies and they invited me to stay a little while longer to eat. Sorry it took me so long. I totally lost track of time."

"It's OK. So how is Lois? Did you give her the syrup?"

"Yeah. I did and she was very appreciative."

Martha nodded. 

"Well. I'm heading off to bed. I'm really tired. See you in the morning."

"OK. Goodnight baby."

"Night mom." Pipa hurriedly dashed to her room and closed the door behind her. Her heart was beating a mile a minute as thoughts of Draconius danced in her head. Oh my god that guy was a total knock out. And here I was wasting all my time on Randy. What a joke. Draconius is...is.. She smiled to herself and slipped off her cloak. Walking to her window she stared outside; lifting her gaze to the stars she closed her eyes.

 OMG..I think I'm in love...

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