Roses Haven

November 21, 2011, 2:31 PM

2011-11-21T13:37:00.000-08:00

Title: This sucks something fierce

Date: November 21, 2011

Time: 2:31 PM

Subjects: What is going on

This…this is going to suck to say. That’s all I have to say about this. And this will had a rant about womans time.

I am sick. To be precise, I have a damn cold that is sucking the fucking life out of me. I haven’t been able to really sleep in the last few days and it’s taking its toll on me and I’m about to actually take cold medicine if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m taking Midol on top of that.

I haven’t had a proper fucking period on top of that for the last 3 months. No, I’m not preggy! I just stopped taking my birth control pills because I was messing up on it. Now that I’m actually having a damn period, I’m a hormonal mess to say the least.

I’m up, down, left, right and fucking sideways. It’s starting to drag me down in a way that no period should drag a person down. It doesn’t help that I had a cramp, a cramp, drag me down to my fucking knees last night. It was a bitch and a half and I had to crawl to my recliner with my ice pack.

And of course, I’m trying not to insult anybody. Which is amazingly hard when all you want to do is tear a persons head off.

On top of that, I’m starting to feel all het’ed out in RPs. Which is a bad thing considering I have a single het rp going with the lovely Xanny. *sighs* I just…I’m just tired I guess. I think I’m going to just ignore most people for the moment, play a bit of with Xanny tomorrow while at class and just write for the week, for the most part.

Jewelry for Sale Over $10

2011-11-15T09:59:00.000-08:00

Turquoise Black bead - 13 Dollars Plus sending tax (somewhere between 2 to 8 dollars)

Tuquoise Cross - 14 dollars plus tax (3 to 8 dollars to send)

Turquoise Necklace - 12 dollars (plus 2 to 8 dollars to send)

Gold and Turquoise necklace - 12 dollars (2 to 8 dollars to send)
-Gold parts are butterfly's

Turqoise Stones - 14 dollars (2 to 8 dollars to send)

Ugh...

2011-08-07T06:49:00.000-07:00

First of all: I am in a happy world where ramen is cheap and I have a nice pile sitting in my kitchen. I just had some since I don't have any actual...soup. Seriously. No soup at all. Anyways!

1) I should be forbidden from starting stories. I should. Why? Because I have several stories in the works...and I started plotting for another one! This one a Naruto fic that begged me to write it. Naruto as a desk jockey. The bunny kinda spawned after I read a one shot where you got a deeper insight to their world. It's not based off of it but off the idea that there is more to those nins who work the mission desks and the such.

2) I am tired. So very tired. I haven't been sleeping very well due to my nose not being as open as it should be. Which sucks nuts.

3) I have a new printer! Kodak printer actually. 70 dollars for the printer, which included a black ink cartridge and a color ink cartridge, then another 20 for a second set of ink cartridges and paper. I also got a new mouse since my last one was rolling over and doing the death twitch on me. I like my new mouse. Next month I spend 10 bucks on a new keyboard so I can stop taking apart my current one and making sure my backspace is still in place.

A note on setting up the Kodak printers: if you're gonna use a hard line to connect it to your computer instead of the wifi ability that it has, make sure you have 5 minutes for the computer to read said hard line. Seriously. When you're setting the damn thing up, wait 5 minutes before doing the last step in trying to detect the damn printer.

Took me three hours to get it all set and up and happy.

4) Life should take a flying leap, really.

5) I am down to one last Tales of a Broken Society story that I had written a while ago. Finally. Once I finish typing it up, I plan on posting new chapters of Finding a Bit of Trust and A Shifting of Life in an alternating posting schedule. I think. Depends on how things go in the long run.

6) I'm still working on various Bits and Pieces, still working on the requests. People, this shit takes me time, especially since I'm working on editing other stories that I have sitting here, looking pretty and waiting for me. Especially since I had to go back over all 11 written chapters of Finding a Bit of Trust just to smooth out inconsistencies of the story. I hope that I don't have to do this with A Shifting of Life. That would annoy me.

7) A note on my writing style: i can read long ass chapters, but only to a point. Alas, for me, I don't write chapters so much as I write scenes. They are, as much as I possibly can do so, under 1,000 words. Why am I like this? Well, it's more of a personal thing. I can write long ass chapters but that would take me a shit load of time and I don't want to be doing that to my readers. So deal with the scenes people. Otherwise, you ain't getting shit.

8) Mom also picked up a movie, a late birthday gift. Way late considering my birthday is in March here people. I now own 1408. Twisted movie. But I like.

9) I have several other stories stewing in my mind that I must try to ignore. I said try. It might not last.

Thoughts.

2011-07-11T11:24:00.000-07:00

So, this is rather random since in the last month or so, I've written somewhere around 16,155 words, by hand. My wrist can attest to this. People...this is my mind telling me to think about things.

1) I...plot a bit to much for my muses happiness when I'm online and talking with friends. T.T They are making it hard for me to plot. Bitches.

2) I really, really need to write things. Edit things to death to. This means, that when I'm not editing, I will be writing for about an hour everyday. I never really know when I will be writing, but I will be doing it.

3) I will also be typing up my stories that I have written. I need to. They're behind.

4) I will be writing and posting ALL of my Bits and Pieces as I get through them. I promise. After that, I will occasionally take a request. If I don't take it, don't be insulted. I'm just a bit busy and trying to get ahead.

5) The only thing that will be posted every week will be Crimson Shadows and my Bits and Pieces stories. Finding a Bit of Trust and A Shifting of Life will be posted every two weeks until I actually finish them. When that happens, they will be posted ever week.

6) I will not post any story until I'm complete with them. Seriously. I will hand write them if I have to, but damn it! I hate making my people wait for my posts!

7) I...really, really need to work on A Butterfly's Dream. Really. Along with A Butterfly's Dance and A Butterfly's Flight...oh and Merry Fucking Christmas. Along with a new supernatural yakuza bunny that is nomming my brain. I've already started the damn Bleach AU that spawned that bunny!

8) I really have very active muses. And they need to shove it up their asses.

9) Need to RP more often. Going to do that now. :3

Gallbladder Stones

2011-05-31T11:14:00.000-07:00

Okay, so yesterday, Sunday morning at 2 or so, my body decided to do it's thing. My back and side was, once more, screaming and making me sick.

Except this time...I know what the fuck is wrong with me!

Yeah, I called 911 (again), went to the nice ER, got a nice IV stuck in my hand (which hurt), was placed in a room with a nice bed (not that I could enjoy the damn thing), and a bag of sailine being shoved into my body because I was nauseous like you wouldn't believe. *gags*

Around 4 that morning I was sent off to get an X-Ray and following that at 6, I was sent off to get an ultrasound. Which...by the by, it hurt liked a bitch. Getting a frickin' wand thing shoved into your side is not what I call fun! I was ready to gut (or denut) the poor tech by the end.

I urked in the hall. Nasty shit.

Then I went and...went back to my room where I spent until about 9 writing and not feeling much.

Got told I have gallbladder stones.

Great. Surgery.

Lovely.

Gallbladder Stones
Gallstones

Screaming Skulls

2011-05-08T17:42:00.000-07:00

Title: Essays for My Muses

Chapter: 2

Subject: Screaming Skulls

Word count: 1,791

AN: People, don’t let the name of the haunting put you off. It’s a haunting connected to skulls. That’s it.

*~*~*~*~*

Finishing with her reading, Sunny looked at Cherry who was staring at her with wide eyes. Tilting her head to the side, the young woman blinked at her muse and shifted uncomfortably, not used to being the focus of such attention from someone.

“What?” she finally snapped, knocking Cherry from his thoughts.

“Nothing. I just didn’t know that boring articles could be turned into something so interesting,” Cherry replied, blushing lightly as he sat up and crossed his legs on Sunny’s bed, tail flicking lightly as his ears twitched lightly. “So, that’s the Axe Man of New Orleans story huh?”

“Yeah. Unfortunately, like I said, the story and facts have become muddled, not really clear on shit. It really kinda sucks really since it is such an interesting case but the details aren’t…clear I suppose you can say,” Sunny replied, putting her binder to the side and stretching slowly, eyeing the cat. “Do you mind disappearing so I can go take a hot bath and relax my back?” she asked finally, who jerked lightly.

“Yeah, no problem. I want to mull over the information anyways,” Cherry replied, waving before disappearing from the bed. Sunny shook her head and stood up from her desk chair. Gathering a book, she padded into her bathroom, closing the door behind her. She was going to relax after working so damn hard on the stupid research.

And she had barely started.

The groan she let loose echoed lightly in her bathroom followed by the sound of rushing water. Light snickering echoed in her bedroom, going unnoticed by the writer who was more intent on her bath.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next day found Sunny lounging in her bed after going food shopping and killing herself trying to get everything put away once she had gotten home.

She hated Wal-Mart.

It was so spread out that just to get her cold stuff last she had to walk towards one end of the store before heading towards the electronics to get her bread, before heading back down the same path to get everything else! It was annoying and killer on her rather sore ankle.

She was contemplating a hot bath or an ice pack when Cherry dropped down next to her and started playing with a bit of his hair.

“Can I help you pussy cat?” she drawled, not moving from her spot as she continued to watch his television. Something was on about the dead and it fascinated him to a point. Stretching out her leg, she hissed as her ankle protested quietly.

“You have another story to tell me?” Cherry cooed softly, petting Sunnys’ hair with his long fingers, watching the contrast between brown hair and purple claws.

“Yes. Hand me my binders. I can tell you about the Screaming Skulls this time,” she hummed, pointing at her binder on the desk. Cherry shifted onto his knees and leant over Sunny, reaching over and grabbing said item. Shifting Cherrys’ hair out of her face, she continued to watch the show as the cat sat back with a bounce. Taking the binder, Sunny sighed and sat up, flipping the item open. “Okay, the screaming skulls. They usually including hauntings of some kind when said skulls are moved, but we’ll get into that in a bit,” she started, finding the page he wanted. Cherry settled in for another interesting story.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

What would you do if you expressed a wish to be buried in the walls of your home and you weren’t?

Would you come back from the dead to cause havoc and make your wishes to be followed through?

That is what several people did after they died and their remains were removed from their homes. A majority of the tales came from England, and belong to the victims of religious prosecution during the Reformation started by King Henry VIII, or Oliver Cromwell’s Rounheads during the English Civil War or from vicious murders where they lost their heads.

They all share the singular want of being buried within the walls of their homes. Otherwise they would come back and cause havoc until their wishes were met. When the wishes weren’t met, the hauntings started. The experiences usually included strange happenings, bangs, crashes, moans and other paranormal experiences.

The most famous skulls through history are the Wardly skull, the Bettiscombe skull, the Burton Agnes skull and the Tunstead Farm skull.

The first story starts in Wardly Hall near Manchester, England. With this skull there are two stories that are associated with it, one more likely to have happened and one that is more than likely a tall tale. It dates back to the reign of Edward VI.

The first story includes a man named Roger Downes and a vow made while he was drunk. The vow was that he would kill the first person who walked through the door; a tailor walked through said door and Downes attacked, killing him. He was set free due to his influence with the courts.

His freedom didn’t last long when he once more became drunk and attacked a night watch man. The night watch man fought back and cut his head off during the fight. The head of Downes was sent back, and at a later date the skull was placed in an aperture in a wall above the main staircase.

This story is more likely to be a tall tale due to the fact that the only Roger Downes was buried with his head still attached to his body.

It is more likely to be the head of Dom Edward Ambrose Barlow.

Another person in this legend was a man named Francis Downes, and he owned the home with his wife before the English Civil war. They were both devout Catholics and allowed Mass to be held in the Hall’s chapel.

Barlow had been a Benedictine monk during his life and had eluded arrest for 24 years until Easter Sunday in 1641 when he was caught. He was condemned to be hanged and drawn and quartered before his head was impaled either at Manchester Church or Lancaster Castle.

Downes supposedly then removed the head in secret and took it back to Wardley where he hid it and where it became lost until the mid-18th century. At that time a man named Matthew Moreton owned Wardley and was the one who found the skull in a box that had fallen from a ruined wall. A servant, thinking it was the skull of an animal, tossed it into a moat. A storm struck that night and Moreton hypothesized it was because the skull wasn’t there anymore.

The moat was drained the next day and the skull retrieved.

The Bettiscombe skull resides some where near Lyme Regis, Dorset, England. A local legend surrounds this skull, even when one Professor Gilber Causey of Royal College of Surgeons stated that the skull was that of a prehistoric woman in her early twenties. She’s thought to have been a sacrifice to bring luck and prosperity to an earlier home.

The skull is still there, just in case it isn’t.

The legend itself about this skull starts out with a slave who lived in the 17th century and served a man named Azariah Piney.

When he was on his deathbed, he requested that he be buried in his homeland otherwise he would not rest and would haunt Bettiscombe. His request was not fulfilled and he was buried in the graveyard. Soon after, screaming started to come from the grave area while unexplained noises came from the farmhouse.

The body was dug up and reburied, only for the screams and noises to restart quickly afterwards. This happened so often that the skeleton was finally lost and the skull was stuck on the winding staircase leading up to the roof of the house.

The Burton Agnes skull also has a rather interesting name and history associated with it.

Ann Griffith was one of three sisters that had been part of the family that had built the home in Yorkshire in 1598.

One night, highway robbers attacked her on a road near her home and when she refused to give over her mothers ring, she was beaten and left for dead. Villagers heard her cries as she was attacked and took her home where she lingered for five days. During those five days she made it known that she wanted to be buried in the walls of her home, which was called Burton Agnes.

Her last wish was ignored and she was buried near Norman church on the grounds. Strange noises started to be heard soon after, coming from under the house. Her sisters thought it was Ann wanting to come home.

When the coffin was finally unburied they got a surprise in the form of her body being completely intact while her head had come off, the skull grinning up at them. The priest then told them to take the skull and take it to the home, and it was there that it stayed until the Boynton family inherited the home and removed the skull.

Ann once more made her wishes well known and didn’t stop until the skull was placed onto a table in the hall. After the house passed to someone new, the skull was bricked up behind some paneling and still hasn’t been found.

Ann still comes around in her ghostly form around her death anniversary.

The Tunstead farm skull is deformed but well known as ‘Dickie’. In the room that it’s kept there are some well known legends attached to it.

One such legend says a girl was killed and her skull was kept, while another says that Ned Dixon, ancestor of the family, was killed there. The house itself has a ghost of a woman haunting it, who appeared to warn the tenants of their daughters’ death in the 19th century.

Dickie itself is said to be a supernatural or other worldly guardian of the home; noises and knocks are said to happen when strangers are approaching the house. The help have fled before when disturbances have gotten really bad. Birth and deaths of animals have been announced with sounds while deaths are warned of.

Like all other skulls, it hates relocation and makes its opinion well known. The one time it was stolen, it raised a racket at its home and where it was located until it was returned to the home. The same thing happened when it was buried in holy ground.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Wow,” Cherry hummed, watching Sunny flip through her pages before settling on a new page.

“Yeah, seriously. I suppose I can read you another one if you want,” Sunny offered, raising an eyebrow at the cat who sat up looking interested.

NaNoWriMo 2011

2011-04-30T20:12:00.001-07:00

Yes! I'm thinking about the next round of NaNo. Why? Because I'm bored! That's why.

Anyways, I have a few plot lines that are molesting my brain.

1) A Fast and the Furious fic (Tokyo Drift with some loved characters)
Summary: When Sean gets shipped off to Japan, he decides he needs to bring his cousin Brian with him. They didn't know there was going to be more then school, living and racing when they got there.
Genre: Romance, Action, smut?

2) X-Men/Bleach (AU on the bleach half)
Idea: Mutants.

They were different, they ranged in looks and in their amazing abilities. But, without those that called themselves human knowing, there was a special subset of mutants.

They were the strongest.

They were the most charismatic.

They were oh so powerful.

They were deadly.

They were broken.

They were all...male.

Special subset: Ichigo, Remy, Kira, Yumichika, Shiro, Tensa Zangstu (must find out how to spell name again), Renji, Byakuaya, Hitsugaya, Gin (others to come)

3) Bleach Fic
Idea: They were forbidden to see each other. Three years, three long years since the end of the war. Two years since he could feel them around him once more. One year since his power was back and he had hidden it. One year since they had come together, only ever meeting in the hours before the Dawn.

Pairing: Ichigo/someone
Inspiration: Evanescence "Before the Dawn" and Skillet "Would It Matter?" (find those songs. So good!)

So...what do you guys think?

Let's Talk Paranormal

2011-04-23T19:10:00.000-07:00

Links you need:

Wiki on the Paranormal 

Okay, so this, this right here in the pink? It's meant to get a rand out of my head about some people being complete idiots and the such.

No, I'm not naming names. I'm not that mean or stupid. What? You think that just because I blog about spirits and the paranormal that I'm stupid? Not by far.

First of all, what is "paranormal"?

Well, our dear Wikipedia says:

Paranormal is a general term (coined ca. 1915–1920) that designates experiences that lie outside "the range of normal experience or scientific explanation" or that indicates phenomena that are understood to be outside of science's current ability to explain or measure^. Paranormal phenomena are distinct from certain hypothetical entities, such as dark matter and dark energy, only insofar as paranormal phenomena are inconsistent with the world as already understood through empirical observation coupled with scientific methodology.

What does that mean in regular speak? It means anything that is not explainable by scientific means, or by the brains out there is part of the paranormal. Ghosts, spirits, angels...everything like that, is paranmoral, supernatural.

Now, you can't PROVE the paranormal. No matter how many experiments you do, no matter how many pictures are taken or films shot, you can't prove it in normal means. Why?

Because the paranormal is all about BELIEVING that it's real. Knowing that it's real because you've seen it, or you fell it's real. Why do people inist on trying to make someone who has seen a ghost, or an angel or something like that prove they have?

Especially when it's not possible. You can not prove something unless you actually see it yourself.

I have had many experiences with ghosts and spirits, which are two different thing. Ghosts are those souls that are still earthbound and spirits are those who have passed over already and have come for a visit.

But...I can't prove that I've had these experiences. People, I can't pull out a picture and show you the ghost. I can't take you to where I had the experience and introduce you to the spirit. So does that mean I didn't experience it?

No. It just means you'll have to trust me and know that I won't lie about such a thing.

Now, when it comes to ANOTHER PERSON TELLING SOMEONES EXPERIENCE and asking about it, there are just some things that you don't do.

You don't ask for names unless it's asked for.

You don't ask for proof unless they have it, or it's a picture and/or video.

And really, you don't ask for personal details.

It's just fucking rude! Seriously.

Who does that? I don't care if you're a fucking skeptic! That's not an excuse for rudeness. To ask for such details as doctors names, places or what the person was doing at the time isn't nice. It's mean and can put up a persons hackles so to speak.

Stop it, skeptics. You're giving yourself a bad name.

Okay, rant done.

Essays For My Muse Part 1: The Axe Man of New Orleans

2011-04-06T13:29:00.000-07:00

Title: An Essay For My Muse
Chapter: 1
Characters: Sunny (me), Cherry (muse)
Word Count: 3,710
AN: And thus we start with the posting of this rather interesting collection of essays. This collection is reminiscent of my collection called Conversations With My Muse but it does not have me as a male, but me. No, I’m not a Mary Sue. This was written in 2009 for the National Novel Writing Novel Month that happened in November. I’m quite happy to post this where I can and hope that everyone enjoys it just as much as I enjoyed writing it.
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS TALK ABOUT MURDERS THAT HAPPENED MANY, MANY YEARS AGO. IF YOU DON’T LIKE MURDERS, THEN PLEAS MOVE ON TO ANOTHER CHAPTER (if I’ve posted them by the time you’re reading this).

*~*~*~*~*~*

Putting his book down, Cherry pushed away from the desk and looked over at his creator, watching the woman sleep. Eyeing the rather interesting looks of said woman, he couldn’t help but wonder why she was so down on herself, before shaking his head, red bangs falling into purple eyes. That question could be answered later, when his creator wasn’t trying to sleep and when something wasn’t bugging him.

Turning the chair around, he leant down and opened the bottom drawer of the dresser and grabbed several pieces of extra paper. Writing his questions and notes down, he stood up after a few minutes and shoved the fall of black hair over his shoulder before simply disappearing.

The list fluttered in the fan wind, causing Sunny to mumble and bury herself further in her blankets.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

After waking up and doing her usual morning things, such as cleaning, bathing, dressing, eating and job hunting, Sunny sighed and looked to her muse, rubbing her eyes a few times.

“So, you wanna tell me why cryptozoology, ghosts and murders have caught your attention?” Sunny asked, looking at Cherry, getting a purple lipped smile from the other.

“Well, can you blame me? There are quite a few places that have such dark histories…and on top of that, murders are rather interesting,” Cherry replied, huffing at the dry look from Sunny. “So sue me. I like the horrific side of things. So I noticed that you’ve been working on a list to answer my questions.” Sighing, Sunny nodded and grabbed the piles of paper, settling back into her chair, crossing her legs before propping them up on the bed. Cherry shifted and propped his head onto one hand.

“Alright, so for murders, so far, I have Villisca Axe Murders, the Lake Bodom Murders, The Servant Girl Annihilator, a.k.a. Austin Axe Murder, the Axe Man of New Orleans, Bible John and Jack the stripper murders,” Sunny listed off, looking to Cherry again.

“Some of those, I’ve never heard of,” was the reply from the cat.

“Same here. Found them on Wikipedia,” Sunny said, turning back to her list. “For ghosts, hauntings, what have you, I have Alcatraz, Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery, the Bell Witch, Hermitage Castle, Chillingham Castle, Chaase Crypt and something about Screaming skulls.”

“The screaming skulls sound rather interesting,” came the soft muse.

“Yeah. For cryptozoology, I have one creature called a Megalania that is thought to be still living in the Australian rain forest. I’ll be going through other sites soon,” Sunny promised, smiling at her muse, getting a head tilt.

“As long as it’s not Big Foot, the Yeti, or vampires, I’m fine,” came the dry request.

“No worries. Ah, let me guess, no Nessie to?”

“Right.”

“Fine, take all my fun away.”

“Boohoo.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sitting back in her chair, Sunny rubbed at her eyes trying to dispel the dots that danced before them, before stretching slowly. She had been looking for all the information on cryptozoology that she could for the last three hours, surprising even herself. She had a list of creatures that she thought Cherry would enjoy hearing about. There were even some she herself had never heard about!

Looking at the list and muttering to herself, she started to tick off which ones she wanted to use, cursing about a few of them.

“Giant prehistoric fishy whose name I can’t say, an extinct, maybe, wolf, the American hyena, a Sirrus, whatever that is, Jersey Devil, giant ass lizard, Thylacine, Okapi and Mesonychids,” she listed, shoving a bit of hair out of her face and picked up a pen, scratching several names off her list.

“Okay, how do I start on the search though,” Sunny continued, nibbling on her pencil as she shifted and picked up her favorite pencil, making sure that it was sharp and ready to write with. Putting down various key words, she though of what she was planning on doing, amazed that she was going to do so much work just to answer a muses’ question.

Putting her pencil down, she reached up and settled his hand over his computer mouse. Opening a new tab, she quickly typed in the Google web address, before picking up her pencil and writing down a note about what she was doing and what time.

Once more dropping her pencil, she manipulated her mouse to start clicking on various links, opening them up in new tabs.

Finding a promising site for the murders, she stated to look and read, finding a wealth of information. Smirking, she flipped the papers in her binder to a new page, sharpened her pencil and started to write the information down, only mixing things up to find information about the other subjects that she wanted to talk about with Cherry.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It had been two weeks since she had started on the research and during that time she had found quite a bit on the various subjects. She had also written them out into a story like form which she figured would please her muse, she hoped. Otherwise, she was going to strangle the cat with his own tail.

Fluffing her hair, Sunny turned around and yelped at finding Cherry lounging on her bed, remote in hand and flipping channels. Holding her chest as she tried hard to get her heart to stop bursting out of her rib cage, the writing female shook her head and glowered at her muse.

“Where did you come from?” she hissed, eyebrows furrowing over darkening green eyes. Cherry looked over at her and smirked lightly as he raised his own eyebrow at Sunny.

“I figured you’d be done with at least one subject so I came to see what you were doing. Since you were so into what ever you were reading, I decided to wait for you to notice I was here,” Cherry replied, sitting up and crossing his legs, getting a huff from Sunny and a piece of paper tossed at his head. “Whiskey is right. You like tossing things at us,” Cherry teased, his tail flicking in his amusement.

“Shut up, you damn creature,” Sunny growled, resisting the urge to pout at her creation before picking up her binder and opening it to the first page of the story sets. “Okay, so I decided I would go with The Axe Man of New Orleans. The date, May 23, 1918. The victims were Joseph Maggio and his wife Catherine.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

It was a cool night on May 23, 1918. The time was nearly two in the morning and Andrew Maggio was stumbling home after drinking for most of the night in an effort to forget that he had been drafted for the military. Entering his home that he shared with one brother, Jake Maggio, he crawled into bed and fell into a drunken stupor.

Around four that morning, Jake was awoken by moans that came from the room of another home that shared one wall. Pounding on the wall got no reaction from the occupants beyond more moans forcing him to wake his brother, which turned out easier said then done. Finally getting Andrew up, the two went to the other home, finding evidence of a break in quickly.

A wooden panel had been chiseled out of the wood paneling of a door and left with the chisel on the ground outside of the home. Entering through the kitchen, the two brothers headed to the bedroom, finding a grisly sight.

Joseph was on the bed with his wife laying over him, and his legs draped over the edge. Jake and Andrew quickly called the police and ambulance but Joseph died before they arrived.

Corporal Arthur Hatener was the first on the scene and began the investigation immediately. They soon found out using the evidence that the murder happened around dawn. They found that the murderer had left the axe in the bathroom, leaving the axe looking as if it had been hastily washed and left in the bathtub. A razor blade that belonged to Andrew was found in a puddle of blood on the bed where the bodies had been located. It had been used to nearly cut off Catherines’ head.

All of the evidence pointed to the scenario that the wife had been struck by the ax and then cut by the blade, while Joseph had been just hit with the ax. They weren’t sure on who had been struck first. As for the razor, Andrew stated that he had brought the blade home from his barber shop to fix a nick.

A witness had come forth, stating that she had seen Andrew come home in the early hours of the morning. Both he and Jake Maggio were arrested and held on suspicion of murder soon after. Jake was then let go while Andrew was kept locked up. During this time, he claimed that he saw a man go into his brothers’ home but hadn’t told any one since it hadn’t seemed all that important to him.

He was let go later on, the evidence pointing to another suspect soon after, one that had gotten away.

A block or so away from the grocers was a message that reminded one of a school boys scribble that said “Mrs. Maggio will sit up tonight just like Mrs. Toney.” It was written in chalk and sent the police on a search through past files looking for connections and new suspects.

They found those connections quickly.

Seven years earlier in 1911 there had been two to three other axe murders; no one was quite sure on how many.

In each murder, an ax was used, the victims were Italian, grocers, still in bed, all of the break ins were the same and all of the incidents were unsolved. Just like the Maggios case was turning out to be.

According to Tallant, the first victim was named Cruti and had no wife, the second victim was Rosetti and he had a wife, while the third was Schiambra and also had a wife. Schiambras first name was Tony and may have been connected to the Mrs. Toney of the written statement.

As the murders came to light, the whispers of the Italian mob started to crop up, mainly those of The Black Hand, a mafia splinter group. It was well known that the Italian mafia would demand money from the Italian populace and it was quite plausible that the murders were connected to them.

Two weeks after the Maggios murder on June 6, or it could have been the 12th, it all depends on who you asked, a man named John Zanca took a bread delivery to a customer named Louis Besumer, who was a native 59 year old Poland male who ran his own grocer. When Zanca got there, he found that the store was still locked up for the night. Finding this odd, he went to the door of the home and knocked, being answered by Besumer, whose face was covered in blood.

When Zanca saw this, he headed into the bedroom where he found Besumers mistress, 28 year old Anna Harriett in the bed and still alive. Zanca called the ambulance and police despite Besumers insistence that Zanca call Besumers own private physician.

It turned out to be the same M.O. as the murder of the Maggios, without the razor blade.

During her time in the hospital before she died, Harriett told the investigators several stories. They included being attacked by a mulatto male, while one accused Besumer of the attack himself, calling him a German spy. At that point in history, that was a plausible thought and he was arrested but soon let go since the evidence did not point to him.

Once he was released, he asked to be assigned to investigate the attack on his own. He was not an investigator with the police department and the request was highly unusual.

August 5th found Edward Schneider working after hours at his place of business and eager to get home to his pregnant wife. Arriving at their home, expecting his wife to meet him, he was greeted by silence. Worried, he walked into their bedroom, his wife laid out on the bed, a few of her teeth missing and a wound in her head that was gaping open. He rushed to her and finding her still alive, he called for the police and an ambulance.

During the first few days that she spend in the hospital, she was in critical condition before she woke up a week later, giving birth to a healthy baby girl.

When Mrs. Schneider was asked about the attack to her person, she answered that she wasn’t able to remember what had happened. Her testimony was that she had been taking a nap when she had woken up to a looming shadow which had been followed by an axe coming down at her.

After the newspapers published the story, it sent the public into a panic, making people even more paranoid.

On August 10th, five days after the attack on Schneider, Pauline and Mary Bruno were woken up by a series of loud thumps that sounded as if they came from their Uncle Joseph Romanos room. When Pauline sat up in her bed, she quickly discovered a tall, dark figure standing over her, startling her into screaming. It is also possible that she went out into the hallway and found him there instead. The details are not clear on that point.

Whoever the man was regardless, he was fast and light on his feet, quickly escaping. Joseph staggered into the bedroom, face bloodied, and told Pauline to call Charity Hall before collapsing to the floor. Once more the details are unclear and it is possible that she had left her room and gone to his, Joseph telling her to call there. He died somewhere between 30 minutes after the attack to two days afterwards.

The clues were the same as before: a chiseled door panel, a chisel and an axe left behind. Romano wasn’t a grocer like most of the other victims, but was Italian and a barber, and his room looked like it had been ransacked.

It wasn’t long after the attack on Romano that reports of odd noises, axes and chisels being left behind, and chisel marks on doors started to flood the police department. The investigators knew that the murderer was still going after people but couldn’t trust every report that came in knowing that the people of New Orleans liked their tales. They especially couldn’t trust the reports when one had the man they wanted dressed like a woman.

There was also no clear evidence on if they found fingerprints or how the victims were picked to be attacked. Most, if not all, were grocers. It wasn’t decided if it was one person or more. But there had been one officer that had a theory.

His theory was that of a man who was much like the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Detective Joseph Dantonio theorized that for the most part, the murderer was living a regular life before the need to kill would strike him. Giving in rather quickly, he would leave his regular life for a few hours, killing someone he had chosen that night, before returning back to his normal life. Months could past before the need to kill happened, even years. And a year did go on before the next attack.

For one year, the killings did not happen and the reports dwindled to nothing, letting New Orleans return to its normal way of life. World War 1 ended and the thoughts of the people left behind the worry of an axe murder that seemed to have gone dormant. They hoped that he was done with what he had originally set out to do.

But they were proven wrong when the attacks started once more on March 10, 1919 across the river in Gretna.

On that day, one Mrs. Rosie Cortimiglia was found with her dead daughter, Mary Cortimiglia, in her arms, while her husband Charles laid in a pool of blood. There is no clear version on how they were found, but the two main possibilities include a neighbor Lorlando Jordano having heard screams coming from the house. Rushing over to find out what had happened, he found the horrifying sight.

Another way was that a couple of customers, children, found them but not due to any screaming.

Once Cortimiglia had healed, she was able to tell the police that her daughter had been asleep in her arms at the time of the attack. The child had been killed with one hit to the back of her head and Charles had fought with the attacker. The neighbors had heard nothing of the attack or the fight.

No real evidence had been found once more beyond the bloody axe beneath one kitchen door step. The money that the family had in the main bedroom had not been taken, the investigators taking it to mean that the attack had not been about theft.

The coroner called it an act of a mad man.

When asked, Cortimiglia pinned the attack on Frank and lorlando Jordano, a father and son who were business rivals with her husband.

From there tt gets a bit muddled on what happened since there are no clear testaments or information on what happened. Some say that the husband died, while others say he lived and left his wife over her testimony.

Either way, lorlando was sentenced to death and the father to life in prison.

It was three days after the Cortimiglia attack when the editor of the Times Picayune got a letter that would link the Axe man to an equally notorious set of unsolved murders in the minds of many people who lived during that time period and even now.

Said letter was much like those of Jack the Ripper and the ones that he sent to the investigators. It taunted the victims and the investigators of the attacks. It was also like as if the attacker part of hell and sending his victims down to keep him company. He talked about how he would claim more victims as time went by. A line warned the police not to rile or anger him, but on the other hand, the way they were doing the investigation seemed to amuse him. He continued on to state that it amused others to, including Satan in the next life. It then went on to talk about how the police should not try to figure out his identity otherwise they might “incur the wrath of the Axeman.”

He also wrote about how he could visit the city every night, killing thousands but he how he wouldn’t do that since he and the “Angel of Death” had a relationship. After that, his threat was made, stating that anyone not playing Jazz music would end up attacked. He finished with a goodbye in his own way and signed it as the Axeman.

When it came out, the citizens took the letter for the real thing and ended up creating a giant party, or as close to one as they could. One man even offered four heads as long as the Axe Man used the bathroom window to get in when he came for them.

No one was killed that night.

It was long after the party that things started to pick up. Steve Boca, another Italian grocer, was attacked on August 10th. Luckily getting to a friend home, he survived the attack but with no memory of the attack.

Three weeks later on September 3ed found Sarah Laumann attacked and left unconscious on her bed. The attacker broke in through a different way instead of the door panel that had been known as the murders signature entrance.

Mike Pepitone was attacked on October 27th, his wife running into his room and almost into a man who was fleeing the scene. After he died, his wife claimed that there had been two men and not just one. They both fled, taking nothing with them, and only leaving behind the axe. During the attack, there had been 8 other people in the house but that had not stopped the attackers from killing.

While Mrs. Pepitone was being questioned, not once did she appear distressed about the attack, nor had she screamed when she had run into the attackers.

Another newspaper, The States, started to question just how this man got in and out of the houses and started the wondering if he could be supernatural. It wasn’t long before people began speaking of him as a ghost or a devil that walked amongst them. From there, it only got worse when a witness claimed to have seen him dressed all in black and wearing a black slouch hat. And as a proper phantom was to be, he was tall and thin.

Despite all of these embellishments, the legends and muddling of the facts, most say that he was killed, even though the cases were never officially solved.

It is said that on December 7, 1920, one Mrs. Cortimigila eventually retracted her accusations against the Jordanos. According to the story, she had contracted small pox and had been visited by a saint who told her to redeem herself. They were released and she ended up begging for their forgiveness.

Soon after that incident, police got word of an attack that happened in Los Angeles, California on December 2ed. One Mrs. Mike Pepitone, dressed all in black, had shot and killed a man named Joseph Mumfire. After she shot him, she waited for the police and was arrested. When she gave her statement, she stated that she had seen him run from her husbands’ room after the attack.

With a bit of research into the timings, it had been found out that when the murders had happened, Mumfire had been free and when there was a lull, he had been in prison. No evidence was found to connect him and thus the cases remain cold cases.

The story ends with one Mrs. Pepiton serving threes years in prison before disappearing from the records and no further murders happening.

My information links for the Axeman of New Orleans:

Prairie Ghosts
Tru TV
Serial Killer Database
Wikipedia

More Pictures of my stuff that I'm working on

2011-03-30T13:02:00.000-07:00

Yes, lots of photos. Enjoy.
Remember, most of these I will eventually do. :3 They're all for sale to, the loomed works that is. *nodnod* *smiles some more*

My Bits and Pieces Requests and My Pairings

2011-03-24T16:16:00.000-07:00

This is subject to editing.

Bits and Pieces

Naruto

Requested by: Felnore
Pairing: Suigetsu/Naruto
Prompt: Suigetsu, a lifeguard, saves Naruto from a shark and falls in love with him. Not really fluffy, but a good ending

Requested by: WordSlaveWriter
Pairing: Shikamaru/Naruto and Itachi/Naruto
Prompt: Sex with some D/s

Requested by: CresentLunaMoon (FF.net)
Pairing: Orochimaru/Naruto
Kyubbi/Naruto
- B-Day Fantasy

Requested by: Jennifer (AFF.net)
Pairing: Ibiki/Kakashi/Naruto/Iruka

Requested by: mistressOfyaoi (aff.net)
Pairing/character: Orochimaru

Requested by: Ane (Y!Gallery)
Pairing: Shikamaru/Temari
Pairing: Shino/Hinata

Inuyasha

Requested by: Ardentes from aff.net
Pairing: Sesshomaru/Inuyasha
Pairing: Kouga/Inuyasha
Fandom: Cross: Yu Yu Hakusho/Inuyasha
Pairing: Sesshomaru/Kurama

Requested by: Mr.Fox (Y!GallerY)
Pairing: Inuyaha/Miroku
Learns etiquette and conversation
Fluff welcomed

Rookie Mistake

Requested by:Shiauko
Pairing: Baby and Umi
Prompt: ANYTHING FLUFFY.

Yu Yu Hakusho

Requested by: DazeKitshoney (ff.net)
Pairing: Yusuke/Kuwabara

Transformers

Requested by: JasonGrey (ff.net)
Pairing: Optimus Prime/Will
Pairing: Optimus Prime/Miles
Pairing: Saturniala/Mazarine
Pairing: Starscream/Mikeala (note: TLG Universe)
Pairing: Sam/Miles (het – Fem!Miles)
Pairing: Miles/Sam (het)
Fandom: Cross: Transformers/GIJoe
Pairing: Cobra Comander/Sam
- Fem!Sam
- Autobots told to leave, Decepticons gaining Earth
- Rex Lewis finds the one that everyone is looking for first, Sam.
*Old Friend of Lennox
*Transferred to Quatar base and lost leg and arm in Blackout attack
*Stayed with Lennox through Mission City.
- Sam (Baroness) emotionless due to CC’s fluctuating moods, uses it as a way to cope.
Pairing: Sam/Bee/Trent

Requested by: Ryan (aff.net)
Pairing: Will/Sam

Requested by: PeyaLuna (ff.net)
Pairing: Epps

Originals

For: Cai
- Liams Story
- Whiskeys story

For: Jasongrey
- Onile/Wen

Criminal Minds

Requested by: sweetseme
Pairing: Hotch/Morgan (Note: who tops who?)

Requested by: darkgodess
Pairing: Morgan/Reid (smut welcomed)

My Bits and Pieces

Bleach

Done: Ichigo: Ryuuken, Byakuya
Kenpachi/Toshiro
Byakuya/Hanatory

Ichigo: Ikkaku, Kenpachi, Urahara, Jyuushiro, Hanatoru, Ganju, Kensei, Kira, Shuuhei, Kensei/Shuuhei, Yumichika

Hanatoru: Hitsugaya, Ikkaku, Yumichika, Byakuya

Ikakku/Keigo
Yumichika/Keigo
Byakuya/Kenpachi
Byakuya/Jyuushiro
Ikkaku/Yumichika/Keigo

Naruto

Done: Naruto: Jiraya, Ibiki, Kakashi, Shino, Shikamaru, Hayate, Shikamaru

Naruto: Neji, Asuma, Choji, Izumo, Itachi, ANBU, Orochimaru, Iruka, Genma, Gaara, Kabuto, Kotetsu, Kankuro, Kiba, Gai, Lee, Gai/Lee

Ibiki/Iruka
Kakashi/Iruka
Asuma/Shikamaru
Iruka/Jiraya
Kakashi/Gai

Hercules/Xena

Joxer: Cupid, Ares, Strife, Hephaestus

Criminal Minds

Reid: Rossi, Morgan, Morgan/Hotch

HellBoy

Helboy/John
Abe/John

Stargate: SG-1

Daniel/Teal'c

Yu Yu Hakusho

Yusuke: Kuram, Hiei, Kurawabara, Koenma

Weiss Kruez

Aya-kun/Ran: Schuldig, Brad, Farfarello, Yohji, Ken, Omi, Nagi, Schuldig/Brad, Schuldig/Farfarello, Schuldig/Yohji, Omi/Nagi, Brad/Yohji

Harry Potter

Bill/Charlie/Harry
Harry/Twins

Transformers

Het: (Male/Female)
Sam/Optimus
Optimus/Sam
Optimus/Miles
Miles/Optimus
Megatron/Teen!Optimus
The Fallen/Mikeala

Yaoi:
Sam: many

Cross Over Bits and Pieces:

Xander: Charlie, Remus, Bill, Yusuke, Hiei, Kuwabara, Koenma, Hellboy, John, Abe

Harry: Sanzo, Hakkai, Gojyo

Reid: Teal'c, Daniel, Teal'c/Daniel

Other One shots:

Requested by: RoseNymphGreen
Fandom:
Pairing: Hashirama Senju (1st Hokage)/Naruto/Tobirama Senju (2nd Hokage)

List of Tales of a Broken Society and Bleach Melodies

2011-03-24T16:09:00.000-07:00

Tales of a Broken Society

For Anon on AFF.net:
- Shunsui/Hisagi
- Ishida/Hisagi

GreentreeFroggy:
- Urahara/Renji - also requested by Dragonmist753
- Shirosaki (Hichigo)/Ichigo/Renji

Liz:
- Aizen/Ichigo: Another Virgin!Ichigo

Happygirl124:
- Continue the Ukitake/Byakuya/Ichigo

GeneralSephiroth:
- Continuation of the Renji/Shunsui with Grimm as the main focus, babysitting Ichis kid.

KiraRose:
- Byakuya/Ishida

Yoshitaka:
- Grimm/Ichigo

Anony:
- Byakuya/Ukitake Bya: kind of evil like dom, Uki: uke taken by surprise virgin like

athello: (Y!Gallery)
- Gin/Hanatoru

Remyjones:
- Shuuhei/Ikkaku

Mulle:
- Gin/Hitsugaya

Jade:
- Kenpachi/Renji

HazankoVoid:
- Hitsugaya/Hanatarou

Felnore: (Y!Gallery)
- Muramasa/Ichigo
- Ruri'iro Kujaku/Ichigo

Bethany from Ff.net:
- Starrk/Ichigo

Ane: (Y!Gallery)
- Starrk/Gin

AxelCalamity:
- Ikkaku/Ichigo

nosyrosie16
- Aizen/Gin/Ichigo

Bleach Melodies

NinaFox: Grimm/Renji (crack anyone?)

2011-03-24T16:07:00.003-07:00

Various One Shot Collections

1) 100 Words
Summary: With 100 words, I will describe the pairing in some way.

2) Roses 100 Flash Stories
Summary: 100 Flash stories of various length.

3) Xanders Many Faces
Summary: Various 1/2/3/4 shot stories of various cross overs with Xander as the main characters and songs as prompts.

4) Zoras Anthology
Summary: Various one shot stories that are all based around the prompt ‘Supernatural’.
Status: Being plotted

5) One Shot Fanfiction
Summary: The usual fanfiction one shots for various clubs and the such.

Posted WIPs

2011-03-24T16:06:00.002-07:00

Posted WIPs

1) The Truth Behind His Life
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Batman
Summary: Xander is much more then he seems. And he shows it when he leaves Sunnydale.

2) Finding a Bit of Trust
Fandom: Naruto
Summary: Naruto was betrayed. Now it’s time for Ibiki to pick up the pieces. For Truly here.

3) A Butterfly’s Dream
Fandom: Original
Series: A Butterfly’s Life
Summary: David is trying to find his balance, trying to figure himself out. But the darkness of his families past is starting to slink back into their lives.

4) Honey Drops
Summary: When humanity fucks up, it fucks up big. Now, so many years after they fuck up, it’s time to fix it.

5) Finding Salvation in the Dark
Summary: It was Halloween. They weren’t expecting to find each other, but they did and they had to go through a few problems before life was finally able to settle down.

6) A Shifting of Life
Summary: When Ichigos life is turned up side down, she needs to learn to deal with it all.

Being worked on but not posted

2011-03-24T16:06:00.000-07:00

Can be edited at any time.

Being Played/Written With but Not Posted

1) Untitled
Fandom: Naruto
Summary: Naruto is something special. And no, I’m not talking about being the Kyubbi container or a shinobi. No, he’s very special. For Ane (when I get to posting it.)

2) Untitled
Fandom: Transformers
Summary: Sam is suddenly very...molestable. Follow his adventures as he learns why the holoforms are of the good and just how much fun his fellow man can be.

3) Starting Over
Fandom: Transformers
Summary: Human AU. Ratchet, Bumblebee and Sam all come to one of the most prominent schools to find a new life, and possibly new play mates. Now why is it that a centuries old mystery is rearing it’s head?

4) Untitled
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Mummy
Summary: Xander was something special and they needed his help. Watch as he leaves Sunnydale, only to come back to a surprise.

5) Untitled
Fandom: Harry Potter/Anita Blake/Southern Vampire Series
Summary: They finally got tired of being led around by their noses. They called for help and decided to fight the war their way.

6) The New Path
Fandom: Transformers
Summary: Sam could see the darkness coming. He had seen it for years. He would stop that darkness or die trying.

7) Untitled
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Transformer
Summary: Xander ditches Sunnydale for a brighter future as the liaison between demons and the human government. No one said anything about giant alien robots.

8) Untitled
Fandom: Hercules
Summary: Joxer is fed up with their idiocy and leaves. He finds sanctuary with some very interesting Gods. His brothers have to laugh at his luck though.

9) A Butterfly’s Dance
Fandom: Original
Series: A Butterfly’s Life
Series Story Number: 1
Summary: Ryes past is long and dark. He tells his story.

10) A Butterfly’s Flight
Fandom: Original
Series: A Butterfly’s Life
Series Story Number: 3
Summary: The continuing tales of Rye and David as David learns what it means to be him.

11) Untitled
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Ouran High Host Club Fiction
Summary: When Xander joined the Japanese class that his school had opened up, he had never expected to be entered into a contest for a chance at a semester at Ouran High School in Japan, much less win! When he does, he leaves and finds a new world opening up to him. Will he be able to finally find himself and stop the darkness that is trying to destroy the school? Or will he lose it all?

12) Knowing
Fandom: Ouran High Host Club Fiction
Summary: Mori knows how to work it behind closed doors. Showing the host club why he's always silent, Mori takes control without being in control. Just don't ask. Just read. Haruhi will be a guy, not a girl.

13) Untitled
Fandom: Weiss Kruez/Bleach Fiction
Summary: After Ichigos mother dies, he goes to stay with his uncle, his mothers brother, Yohji. Coming back after many years, he stumbles onto the on going war, tilting the war in favor of the side of evil...Aizen and them are evil...right? All the while, he makes others think about their perceptions of right and wrong as his friends come to help kick some ass.

14) Untitled
Fandom: Harry Potter, Sex Therapist, Anita Blake, Hellsing, Yu Yu Hakusho, Bleach, Weiss Kruez, Saiyuki
Summary: Harry travels the world to discover more about himself. During that time, he comes to terms about his past and his future.

15) Untitled
Fandom: Dragon Ball Z/Bleach/Saiyuki
Summary: When enemies come together, it's up to the heros to do the same, right? Doesn't mean its easy!

16) Untitled
Fandom: Transformers
Summary: Sam has a genetic disease and he’s offered the cure by Megatron. But it comes with a price. Not all good Autobots, not all bad Decepticons.

17) Untitled
Fandom: Bleach/Naruto Fiction
Summary: The Shinigami meet the Shinobi.

18) Merry Fucking Christmas
Fandom: Originals
Series: The Shadows Play Ground
Series Number: 2
Summary: When the twins head home for Christmas for the first time in 3 years, they’re dropped into the middle of a mystery that has ties to their past with the Blood and its master.

19) Untitled
Fandom:Transformers Fiction
Summary: Will and Sam are sent back in time and changed in an amazing way. Now they have to change how things have gone, or at least plant the seeds.
/being plotted
Being Post: No

20) Untitled
Fandom: Original
Summary: He killed himself, wanting to escape from his life. Now, he had to stop others from following his path. Sometimes he wins, but sometimes he doesn’t.
Status: being plotted

21) Untitled
Fandom: Original
Summary: He's loosing his soul, loosing to the dark. All he can do is pray and hope.
Status: Being plotted

22) Untitled
Fandom: NCIS/crossover
Summary: He hurts and they don't even notice, not until a case show them just how much he hurts.

23) Untitled
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Summary: Cordelia wishes for Xander to never know the touch of a woman again

24) Untitled
Fandom: Transformers fic
Summary: Sam was caught and turned into a neko boy, much to his horror. Now the cat part of his DNA is stepping forward and making him wanton.

25) Sweet Child O' Mine
Fandom: Weiss Kruez
Summary: Aya lied. He lied about a lot of things. But those lies are coming out and the truth is just a bit more shocking then they thought it was. For both groups, those lies will set a path for a new life.

26) Drifting and Living
Fandom: The Fast and The Furious with Tokyo Drift
Summary: When Sean is sent to Tokyo, he calls his cousin, Brian. When he gets there, the two are sent into a new world and meet up with new people and old loves. What does Tokyo have in store for them?

27) The Ultimate Betrayal
Summary: When he was hurt, he left. Now that he’s healed and learned to be himself, he has come back.

Finished Stories (To be posted and Posting)

2011-03-24T16:04:00.001-07:00

This is up to Editing.

Finished Stories (posting/planning on)

1) Crimson Shadows
Thought: The first two links start here.

Conversations with My Muses List 1

2011-03-24T16:03:00.000-07:00

Conversations With My Muses

Li-Sine: Writing with ADD
Rye: A) Sex: Smut Scene
David: B) Making Loving Scene
Markus: C) Writing Them
Chapter Stories

Edward: Plot Development
Clary: Story Development
Mitchell: Character Development
Leorn McNamin: Cliches

Ea: Same Sounding Words
Brader: Editing
Delano: Collaborations
Damerious: Genres
Cho: Poetry
Story Worlds:

Alexander/Ri/Ki/Lin: Finding Salvation in the Dark
Hanami: Honey Drops
Alex: A Butterfly’s Life
Kyle: The Shadows Play Ground

Umi: Details in your Writing
Faolan: Criticism
Mary-Sues
Coming up with Plots
Punctuation

Writing List

2011-03-19T13:25:00.000-07:00

For those of you who are curious enough...I have a list a mile long on what I have waiting for me to type up.

To Type Up

5 1/2 chapters: ASOL Mini Story

4 Chapters: A Shifting of Life

3 1/4 chapters: A Bits and Pieces Transformers Mini Story

5 Chapters: Finding a Bit of Trust

1 Chapter: BTVS/Ouran High cross story

1 chapter: BTVS/Transformers cross story

4 chapter: Hercules story

One shots:

Ducky/Ryan
Jeep/Blaise
Greg/Ducky with followup Greg/McGee
Grissom/Ryan
McGee/Eric
Ryan/Danny
Warrick/McGee
Horatio/Tony
Sanzo/Harry
Warrick/Speed

5 Chapters: Zora commission (1 part left to write, maybe 2)

To Edit

13 chapters: Xanders Many Faces

10 Chapters: Posted - A Butterfly's Dream

4 Chapters: Not posted - A Butterfly's Dream

3 days of suckdom!

2011-03-19T13:01:00.000-07:00

Okay, so it’s the last two days that have sucked something bad, but Wednesday did suck. Why? Well, let’s start on Thursday and the start of my three day suck-a-thon.

I get up about 1, which isn’t all that odd with me. I get on the computer and I find myself unable to concentrate. I look to my calendar (since my damn subconscious remembers dates better then me) and I discover that it’s the day before St. Patrick’s Day and the day that the world lost Natasha.

Okay, I can deal with not concentrating and not wanting to talk with people. I’ve done it before.

So, I go through my day and say hello to a couple of people, promise to see someone else and go to bed.

I sleep okay.

Thursday, I spend writing on A Shifting of Life and Finding a Bit of Trust. It’s that night that sucks.

I get the munchies. I don’t do weed, so why the fuck am I getting the munchies? Well, it worked to my advantage, I had to nibble on something to take my damn ibu. What happens as soon as I finish my noodles?

Pain spreading over my back and sides once more. *sighs* That’s right. I was besieged by the crippling pain and the night when I HAVE to sleep due to having a doctors appointment at 7:30 in the fucking morning!

No, I didn’t get any sleep. I was up until 4 waiting for my damn vicodin to stop the throbbing enough for me to sleep. It worked, but I couldn’t sit on my bed and I had the rather nasty urge to reject my noodles. I gagged a few times to boot! Until I got some malox and the urge went away.

I can’t take ibuprophen (just taken it before I took a bath and about 30 mins before the vicodin) without my stomach adding nausea to the mix when I’m in pain.

Okay, so after a 10 minute nap, which didn’t help, I went to my doctors appointment. Started the process of the lap-band. Which is going to be fun (not). Came home and laid down, expecting to get up in an hour or so. It was a little after 9 people. I was planning on napping. Didn’t happen.

I got up about 5, when my mom told me it was about then. There went my entire day.

Damn pills.

I’m still sleepy, a bit out of it and bored. The episode after Kates death is on (you know, the one where they investigate it) and I’m unhappy about that. Depression sucks. It sucks so big.

Update on my novel

2011-03-12T16:20:00.000-08:00

Story Title: Crimson Shadows

Series Name: The Shadows Play Ground

Total Chapters: 22

Total Word Count: Unknown at the moment

Total Edited Word Count: 35,718

Chapters Edited: 12 out of 22

Notes on the story:

It's long...very long. Amazingly so.

It just kinda grew and grew!

But I have finished writing this book and plan on writing the next one, called 'Merry Fucking Christmas'.

This book is dedicated to:

Zora for her mad music-fu skills!

Darkgodess for being the sweety she is.

My mother for being so supportive of me.

And for every, single Fan who was there for me to root me through writing this!

Thank you every one!

Thursday, March 10, 2011, Sucked

2011-03-11T17:40:00.000-08:00

Has anyone heard of stress fevers?

Not really?

They are fevers that are caused by undue amounts of stress coming down on ones head. They can range from just making you mildy uncomfortably up to feeling like you're in an oven. Yesterday, I lived in front of my fan to get my temp down to a decent level.

On top of that, my carpel tunnel decided that yes, it was going to act up. It hurt like a bitch, throbbed and complained if I so much as pressed a button on my remote. It sucked because I wanted to write on my stories.

*sighs softly* And now I sound as if I'm whining.

But...I did get my lovely songs from 'Three Days Grace' and...I HAVE IDEAS FOR A SPECIAL SERIES OF STORIES BASED ON THEIR SONGS.

If you have more songs that you think I might like from them, tell me.

Songs with Plots

World so Cold: Narutos world was frozen, chilling him to the bone. His flame had gone away.
Pairings: Naruto/Kyuubi

Last to Know: Naruto thinks on the past and writes it a letter. With a few words, he leaves it behind him finally and finds new love.
Pairings: Naruto/?, Naruto/Sakura (past), Sai/Sakura

The Good Life: When you think you know what the good life is...you really don’t know.
(I think this will end up an AU Bleach)

Songs Without Plot

Life Starts Now

Let It Die

Pain

Let You Down

Burn

Born Like This

Time of Dying

Someone Who Cares

It’s All Over

Without You

Break

Riot

Never Too Late

What I have planned

2011-03-08T10:58:00.000-08:00

So, outside of my escapades to the ER (again), I'm doing pretty good. I'm almost done writing Crimson Shadows with the series being named Shadows Playground, which is connected by certain characters to The Butterfly's Life series, which includes A Butterfly's Dance, A Butterfly's Dream and A Butterfly's Flight, all of which can be found in my various profiles (except Dance and Flight).

To continue on, there is about 22 chapters to Crimson Shadows. I have fully edited 7 chapters of it, editing chapter 8, while chapters 1 and 2 are beta read. 3, 4 and 5 are with the beta, who is moving at the moment. I am typing up chapters 21 and plan on finishing off writing 22. There might end up about 24 chapters total, give or take a couple.

After that, I'm going back to editing A Butterfly's Dream, and Xanders Many Faces, writing A Shifting of Life, Finding a Bit of Trust, The Truth Behind His Life, 100 Word Sets, Honey Drops, The Ultimate Betrayal and a few others that need my attention at the moment.

I also hope to finish editing (finally) my 2009 National Novel Month novel, which I will then post here due to the way it is set up. I do hope that I get comments on it on occasion.

Outside of that, I do believe I have quiet a bit of things to type up. bye bye!

Saturdays and Hospitals (nastiness ahead)

2011-03-06T15:51:00.000-08:00

Saturdays and Hospitals
Sunday, March 6, 2011
4:00 PM
Location: My room
State of mind: On pain killers and a bit on the nauseous side

Saturday morning, the 5th, sucked monkeys nuts. About 1 AM I had just made a tuna sandwich to take my Ibuprophen for my wrist, which was throwing a hissy and was swollen. I get up, after I sat down mind you, to use the bathroom. In said bathroom, a sharp, jabbing pain spreads through the flanks of my back and around my sides. Now, mind you, I’ve had pain happen there, but it was more of a throb then a jab and it always dissipated after about 30 minutes.

This…this felt like I was being stabbed by thousands of needles that are tightly bundled. Very painful. So painful, I cried and had to go to the hospital again. This was the fourth time in the last 8 months.

First time: July 2010.

Second time: August 2010

Third time: December 2010

So, I call an ambulance, it gets there, I hunch my way to the damn stretcher, take a bumpy ride to the hospital and am in so much pain, I can’t walk to the waiting area. My mother is there, which is good. So after a while, I get a room (horray!) and get an IV put in with a machine to push the saline in faster, along with the anti-nausea (because I’m in so much pain, I want to vomit) and the pain killer that made my brain tingle and me feel loopy. Mind you, by that time, I’m once more crying because the pain is out to get me.

They also try to draw blood, first from the IV line (didn’t happen), then from another spot, in my hand (didn’t happen) and FINALLY got some blood from my other hand. Three different nurses! THREE!

Once that was done, I pissed in a cup after walking to a bathroom since I was not going to piss in a porta-potty, I then went for a CT Scan. Nothing showed up on it but it did pull at my muscles and made me hurt. It was…interesting outside of that.

After I got back to my room, I napped but woke up rather easily from any noise. Got discharged around 6 after nothing came up and the doctor talked with me and gave me prescriptions for Vicodin and anti-nausea.

Now, remember the nausea from before? It came back, and with a vengeance about 10 minutes before my taxi was to arrive there. And the kicker was that I was in the bathroom when it decided to slink back. Yeah, I regurgitated my dinner, or what was left of it. It was not a pleasant feeling but I did feel better.

So, I got home, brushed my teeth, took a hot shower to help relax my muscles and went to bed about 7 in the morning. I woke up at around 3: 30, which is when I told Elfy that I would speak with her today, and then woke up around 7. Ate some pizza, kept it down which was good and I’m feeling…somewhat better then before.

My Designs 1

2011-02-22T10:10:00.000-08:00

Various designs concerning my looming work. I will eventually have physical examples of them soon, hopefully.

My tools of my graphing trade.

Had to share this. Tay-tay made it for me.

Celtic cross. This is a bitch to make and turns into a magnet.

Uke key chain. I have a seme one but that's going to take me a while to get a good pic of.

Fishy! Cute charm.

Cherry, cherry. Turns into a magnet.

Pyramid one.

Various One-Shot Collections

2011-02-03T15:30:00.000-08:00

100 Words
Summary: With 100 words, I will describe the pairing in some way.
Status: On Going
Being Posted: Yes
Parts Writte: 5

Roses 100 Flash Stories
Summary: 100 Flash stories of various length.
Status: On Going
Being Posted: Yes
Parts Posted: 3

Xanders Many Faces
Summary: Various 1/2/3/4 shot stories of various cross overs with Xander as the main characters and songs as prompts.
Status: On Going/reedit
Being Posted: Yes
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire/Various
Chapters written: 25
Chapters Posted: 12
Chapters Edited: 13

Conversations With My Muse
Summary: Various muses come to chat me (male me) up about various things.
Status: on going
Being Posted: yes
Chapters Written: 4

Zoras Anthology
Summary: Various one shot stories that are all based around the prompt ‘Supernatural’.
Status: Being plotted
Being Posted: no
Stories written: 1½

One Shot Fanfiction
Summary: The usual fanfiction one shots for various clubs and the such.
Status: Writing
Being Posted: Yes
Stories written: 16

More pretty piccies!

2010-12-10T14:04:00.000-08:00

Shocking right? Yeah, not really.

Rookie Mistake characters
Even more characters + Rookie Mistake Characters 2

This is Whiskey, or rather the AU Whiskey in one RP with Elfy. :3 He wore those pants. He's a bit of a dork in the RP, big goofy glasses, baggy clothes. Then he gets spotted by Eric. And Eric starts after him. It's nummies.

This is Whiskey in his costume at the particular point and time in the story. Mind you, in the AU RP of our actual RP (which is seriously massive) he's a virgin. Eric is drooling happily.

This pretty little red headed cross dresser is Cass. He is the youngest son of Sabyn and Alex. Joker owns Sabyn, and I own Alex. They end up have four children and we know who they're going to end up with. Lots of various types of cest running around. Not that they care. They're not human.

Cherry, from my RP with the lovely Elfy. Again, can't fix his hair or his tail since I don't have anything that would work at the moment.

And Kitten, Gray Civilian from Rookie Mistakes. She is currently dating Pewter, the Grays therapist. I really need to find better gray clothing but it works.

For now that's all. Enjoy!

Some Pretties from the Ashy-chan!

2010-12-09T15:05:00.000-08:00

By: Ash365 on Y!Gallery

Part 1.

Shikamaru looked up at the rather shabby, unremarkable house at the edge of Konoha. Did he really want to do this? Was he ready for it? He stood outside the house a bit longer, staring at the peeling green paint on the door while he tried to make up his mind. Shikamaru liked to think ahead, to be aware of all the consequences before they happened. Was he really prepared to walk through that door and relinquish all control?

The answer was yes, yes he was ready, he craved it…Wanted it desperately. Wanted to be able to let go of all responsibilities and burdens and just be. Be dominated, be taken care of.

Suddenly some time after Asuma’s death people had started to look up to him as a leader, they came to him expecting him to have the answers and slowly oh so slowly Shika started to crumble under the pressure.

He’d begun doing stupid, things, reckless things that could turn bad very quickly. It was at such a time when Kakashi had found him, taken him in and lecturing him on the dangers of giving his body away to strangers in back alleys and seedy bars. Shikamaru understood, he was a genius after all but still he craved it…The feeling of being able to let go completely of being told what to do.

Kakashi understood too, he had been in the same place as Shikamaru many, many times. It was a side effect, a downside to being a shinobi, to be pushed into leadership and adulthood long before the right time to be. Kakashi had directed Shikamaru to this house close to the gates of Konoha, assured him that his needs would be met and assured him that it would be safe.

Taking a deep breath Shikamaru reached for the doorknob and stepped inside.

oo—oo—oo

The room where he was lead was dark, heavy drapes drawn over the single window, efficiently shutting out any sliver of the dreary outside light. So far he hadn’t seen another person in the building. Shika had just been guided by an disembodied voice which led him to this room and told him to get naked and prepared.

Shikamaru folded his clothes meticulously and placed them on the wooded chair by the door. After a moment’s hesitation he pulled on the tie keeping his hair in its usual ponytail and let the dark brown strands flow freely over his shoulders. He reached for the thick black blindfold and tied it over his eyes, feeling his heart rate quicken as his world turned to black.

The metallic voice told him to kneel on the floor and wait for someone to come and bind him. Shikamaru didn’t have to wait long before footsteps sounded and the door open. The hands that tied his wrists to his ankles and left him spread open, ass up on the floor were dry, warm and strangely impersonal. There were no lingering touches, no accidental caress, just quick efficiency and then he was alone again. Bound and blindfolded, spread open for anyone willing to have a go at him.

Shikamaru did his best to control his breathing and heart rate, to keep some assembly of control. He couldn’t do anything about the beads of sweat rolling down his back though, or his hard erection, bobbing wantonly between trembling thighs.

The carpet was scratchy against his cheek and his knees ached a bit from the hardness of the floor and there was nothing Shikamaru could do about it. He couldn’t only wait.

He was so focused on controlling, his body to keep himself calm that he didn’t hear the door open and close and he wasn’t aware of the dark eyes looking down on him with unbridled lust.

TBC…

-_- and Hurrahs!

2010-11-26T19:42:00.000-08:00

So, last night was...fun. I think. Somewhat.

Okay, here's the run down. I went to bed about 11 at night after writing, doing a little bit of coloring, and watching some seriously fluffy Thanksgiving movies on the Hallmark channel. I was full and sleepy. The usual post Thanksgiving fun.

About 2:30 I got up to go use the potty (froze my poor feet it was so cold!) and decided that I needed to take a bath, relax my back a bit. I took a pain killer, ate a bit of toast and drank some water while my bath tub filled up for me. Thought I would be all good in an hour or so.

Not so. 3:30 found me sick to my stomach and hiding in my mothers bathroom since the toilet is lower then mine. We got new 'water saving' ones and they're a bit high up off the ground, making it hard to sit comfortably when it pain.

Anyways, after 45 minutes of off and on bathroom raids and a hot shower that included me using my mothers shower seat (she can't stand and shower, her back and neck don't let her) and the rather nice, water saving massage head, I took an Ibuprophen since the oxycodone did not make me happy girl since it just pissed my tummy off even more.

So, about 9, things finally calmed down enough for me to get some sleep but I have learned something. When I'm sick and end up in pain, apparently everything hurts that much more.

Outside of that...I'VE HIT MY WORD COUNT! That doesn't mean I'm not done with the damn writing. >>

Even more characters!

2010-11-21T21:57:00.000-08:00

I would like to introduce Alexander, or known as Alex. He's my character that I'm using in an RP with Imajoker from Y. I think that's how you spell her name. And yes, that third one is him in his normal attire or at least what he's planning on wearing come christmas. >>

Anyways, her character, guy with red hair and no background, is Sabyn. He's half daemon, vampire. :3 Ain't they cute?

That there is Ivory. I don't have photoshop so I can't fix his hair. Deal.

And finally, Sand, who at the moment is in limbo. >< I need to figure out what to do with him and Pan. I really do. *sighs*

My Rookie Mistakes Characters 1

2010-11-19T23:19:00.000-08:00

This is Baby. His lover and fiance is Umi.

This is MoonPie. He is dressed like his mother (without the boobage that she has) on her first undercover mission. He dressed up like her since it was easy and no one could guess that he had a small knife and a gut buster gun in that tiny ass purse. He laughed.

2010-11-17T04:47:00.001-08:00

Wanted to share this wonderful e-mail that most of us got.

Dear Brave Writer,

Several of my friends are cakewalking through NaNoWriMo this year. One of them, who shall remain nameless, just hit 50,000 words, and is now considering writing a second book this month "just to keep things interesting."

I feel sorry for these people. The best part of NaNoWriMo is overcoming adversity and seizing noveling victory on the final lap. My friends brazenly seized their victories in Week Two, and are now consigned to a miserable November full of achievement, leisure, and obscenely impressive word counts.

Bah. Those of us who are grappling with sluggish stories and dwindling mojo? We're having the real NaNoWriMo party---the Struggler's Party! I've been hanging out at this low-energy fiesta for the past week, and I've been hearing some familiar laments around the punch bowl.

"I think I picked the wrong story."
"Work ate my word count."
"Nothing seems to happen in my book."
"My main character is getting on my nerves."

The most common refrain at the Struggler's Party, though, is that we're just feeling Blah. Our stories are Blah, our writing is Blah. We've spent the last two weeks mining our creative depths, and many of us have emerged with too few diamonds and way too many lumps of coal.

NaNoWriMo is supposed to be fun! An anything-goes adventure where stories take flight and our characters surprise and delight us. When does that NaNoWriMo kick in?

In all my years of NaNoWriMo, it has always kicked in right about now. I wanted to share two quick tips on harnessing the power of the second wind that's about to blow across our novels.

1) Incite change. If your story is losing momentum, juice it up by inflicting some major changes on your characters. Crash the spaceship. End the marriage. Buy the monkey. Change is scary because we have to figure out what comes next. But feeling afraid is ten times better than feeling bored, and your book will benefit from your risk-taking. Go big this week! You won't regret it.

2) Trust the process. If you're doubting yourself or your story, just keep moving forward. It will work itself out in the end. Every year, NaNoWriMo authors who press on to 50K are treated to the equivalent of NaNoWriMo's northern lights. This is the electric moment when the tangle of plots and people we dropped into the first half of our books end up forming unexpected connections with what we write in Weeks Three and Four. Themes develop. Arcs emerge. As we fly out of the 30,000s and into the 40,000s, a current begins to flow through our writing. Things crackle, then hum, and, at the very end of the month, enough circuits connect that the whole story lights up with a charmingly bookish glow.

I don't fully understand it, but I do know that it's one of the most satisfying experiences I've ever had.

To my friends who are far ahead on your word-counts, I only mock you because I am deeply jealous of you.

To my fellow strugglers---our electric Third Week is about to begin.

I'll see you at 50K, novelist.

Chris

Depression, Frosters and Pain

2010-11-16T16:18:00.000-08:00

Okay, so let's go through what I in my title. Depression.

Yes, I deal with depression. I actually go to a therapist for that matter but it's not really going very well for me. Then again, I should actually make appointments but the last few months have been nuts. And I mean nuts. Things just going wrong and driving me up the wall. Yeah. So depression does adds to the physical pain since it is part of the actually problems that someone with depression feels. This does not make me happy...not one bit.

On the plus side today, mommy got me a froster from Circle K. Mountain Dew since the cherry is broken and I'm not into the coco-cola that they have, much less the mango fanta. I like fanta, just not mango. so, mountain dew. *nodnod*

And the Pain. My carpal tunnel decided to crop up and make me call a friend to come over to stretch the muscles out. It was unpleasent, let me tell you. but I have iced my wrist down and am feeling better now. Somewhat.

Ranting somewhat

2010-11-14T13:34:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I have thought long and hard about how I would one day write this. I don’t really like talking about just how fucked up my body is, or the various problems I’m liable to inherit from my mother. Which are quite a few to be honest.

First of all, yes, I am overweight. No, this has never impacted how I do things. Pain just never factored into things, still don’t when it comes to my pain. Why? Because my pain is something quite a bit different, so no, people aren’t allowed to say “Why not just lose the weight? It’ll fix all of your problems.”

No.

It won’t.

Because my pain isn’t from my damn weight. It’s from hauling around big boobs for part of it. Mostly my lower back, but not all of it. Who ever wants big boobs are nuts. Absolutely psychotic. They kill your lower back. Think of hauling around two friggin’ cantaloupes around all day, with only a damn bra to help you haul the suckers around. Though they come in handy when turning little boys into gibbering, walking hormones.

To the rest of my problems. Let’s start with my feet and work our way up. Remember, you can close the window at any time. I’m not going to force you to read this.

I have a bone spur in my right foot I think it is. It doesn’t bother me but I kind of have to watch it to make sure it’s not going to affect my ability to walk around. On top of that, occasionally the muscle, tendon…thing in my foot that sits before the ball of my foot tends to flare up and forces me to take more prescription Ibu (since the over the counter stuff sucks for me now a days outside of the occasional flare up) then I usually do. It’s painful to walk on. Really.

Moving to my ankles, they tend to swell if I don’t wear certain shoes and walk around for longer then 3 hours. And then scream at me when I’m done. I wear my shoes and am looking into shape ups or something with some good padding and ankle support. That is expensive and I have managed to save up about 3 dollars since emergencies took what money I was able to get through commissions.

Knees are pretty good considering they tend to twitch and jerk if I’m not REALLY careful about how long I stand in one spot, or sit in one position. At night, I can’t sleep with them straight. They MUST be bent, with a blanket that’s been bunched up between them otherwise I can’t walk in the morning. This comes from a bad fall when I was 16. It tweaked my knees to hell and made me glad when I didn’t have to take PE any more.

My left hip loves to give out. I don’t know why. Can’t figure out why. My other hip complains if I sleep on that side to long. Same with my ribs and shoulders.

My lower back screams if I’m not careful with how I sit, walk and move. Again, part of the reasons are the friggin’ cantaloupes that sit on my chest. The other is something I did when I moved down here in ’07. Me and giant ass TVs suck do not mix apparently. Me and my doctor still don’t know what the fuck I did to it though I’ve done some physical therapy for it a while ago. The therapist I went to sucked though and I didn’t go back after the second time.

The idiot.

Anyways, my middle and upper back can get very tense if I stress out to much but not to much trouble outside of that. I get tension headaches that tend to settle where your skull meets spine. Reach back there, feel down the back of your head. Where it dips, they settle there. That shit hurts worse then a fucking migraine.

I get those to. Why, I don’t know. But I do. At least once a year. I take some massive pain killers and muscle relaxants to get through that day and spend the next three days recovering. Not a pleasant experience. These headaches and migraines top all of the other pains except one.

Carpal tunnel. In both wrists. That’s right. I deal with that kind of pain daily with a brace that sucks. Semi sucks. The last GOOD brace cost me somewhere around 40 dollars from a medical store that had a sale on them. It got lost about the time I came down for my grandmothers funeral back in 2000. So I deal with that daily pain by using a squishy ball, lost of wrist exercises and ice. Lots of ice. Lots and lots of ice.

Fine, I use an ice blanket that’s been rolled up and stuck in a towel to keep from my skin. And occasionally use the heating pad that I live with during my monthly (which has been a bitch cramp wise the last few times I’ve actually had one).

And of course the occasional asthma attack, but that’s taken care of easily by using my inhaler.

For all this pain I take some big pills.

Ibuprofen 400 MG
Ibuprofen 600 MG (for when things are bad but not that bad)
Baclophen 10 MG (muscle relaxant)
Ocycodone 5MG-325MG (that’s what the bottle says)
Flexerial (or rather the generic brand of this)

The last two are for when I’m in a SHIT load of pain. Which is rare but I’ve gone to the hospital twice this year because my back wouldn’t stop hurting, even with some powerful stuff.

Now, on top of ALL of that, I have to worry about my mothers problems transferring to me.

Let me list her problems:

Bad ankles (got that somewhat)
Bad knee (she had surgery on that knee when I was just starting middle school)
Much mild case of carpal tunnel then my own
Some joint problems in her hands that is a combination of a below problem and her cooking days
Fibromyalgia (part of her joint problem)
Chiari Malformation
Lower spinal disk dissolving
Bone spurs on her spine
Muscle spasms
Pituitary tumor (taken care of with some surgery and a shot of radiation. It’s now very, very tiny and not doing anything.)
Sleep Apnea
Insomnia

Her pill list is huge. And I mean huge. She has pills that if I even THOUGHT of taking, I would get sleepy and drugged like. This does not include the vitamins that she adds to help her body keep working in some semblance of order. Her allergy list is just as big.

Due to the Ciara malformation, it changed her ability to deal with certain things. She can’t have a lot of salt or chocolate and can’t stand Red Dye of any kind otherwise she ends up with a migraine.

Out of all of those things on that list, there is a 50/50 chance of me ending up with it. Muscle spasms, insomnia, bad ankles, knee and carpel tunnel are already taken care of. Mind you, all of these things can happen to any one, but I’m a bit on the predisposed side of things due to my mother having them. My grandmother was pretty healthy but died of a heart attack in her sleep and my biological grandfather died of cancer.

So…yeah, I have a long list of things that could happen. But at the moment I’m not really letting that get me down and just trying to go day by day and take care of my mother. If you’ve read this, thank you and I hope you have a good day.

My Word Count

2010-10-31T23:12:00.000-07:00

Yeah.

Watch me kill myself with this sucker.

Enjoy you brats.

Oh My

2010-05-22T19:24:00.000-07:00

So it has been a while since I've posted here. I know that and I'm really sorry about that you guys! *sighs softly* *headdesk*

I've since taken up another writing challenge, this one 60,000 words in 3 months though so I have a bit of time. Wish me luck with this.

It's on Gaia, under the Gaian SuWriMos, or something like that. I'll have a good link later.

Updates

2010-01-16T13:03:00.000-08:00

Still editing, still writing. All that good stuff. *nods* Just wanted to drop a note here to tell you guys what the what is.

Updates!

2010-01-05T22:38:00.001-08:00

Okay, first of all, Happy New Year people!

Seriously.

Second of all, I have since started to edit my National Novel Writing Project. First thing to change is gender. That is fun, really. >< Gods.

I'm also working on actually editing things and have had to rewrite one paragraph (in 2 pages). Not to bad all things considered.

I will hopefully keep updating you on what I am doing as I do it! Wish me Luck.

Gah!

2009-12-08T19:20:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I am done with NaNoWriMo (woo for me). I'm just in a lot of pain at the moment. My jaw is murdering me with a wisdom tooth that is pressing and shoving against my other teeth, trying to push it's way into my mouth. So loads of pain.

Other then that, nothing much is going on beyond me being drugged to high hell. I'm going to go nap now.

November 24, 2009 and November 25, 2009

2009-11-26T03:28:00.000-08:00

Date: November 24, 2009
Word Count: 44,304
Word Goal: 40,008
Overage: 4,296

Date: November 25, 2009
Word Count: 48,058
Word Goal: 41,675
Overage: 6,383

From me: SO CLOSE!! SO BLOODY CLOSE!!

Here's hoping I finish tomorrow yes?

November 20, 2009 to November 23, 2009

2009-11-23T23:45:00.000-08:00

November 20, 2009
Word count: 33,847
Word Goal: 33,340
Overage: 507

November 21, 2009
Word Count: 35,007
Word Goal: 35,007
Overage: 0

November 22, 2009
Word count: 37,046
Word Goal: 36,674
Overage: 372

November 23, 2009
Word count: 41,544
Word Goal: 38,341
Overage: 3,203

From me: Broke my record. I'm ahead! Woot!

November 19, 2009

2009-11-19T23:22:00.001-08:00

Word count: 32,186
Word goal: 31,673
Overage: 513

From me: What? You want me to say something snappy? Not...tired. *drags self off to bed

November 16 to 18

2009-11-19T02:38:00.000-08:00

Date: November 16, 2009
Word Count: 26,749
Word Goal: 26,672
Overage: 77

From me: Meh...

Date: November 17, 2009
Word Count: 28,518
Word Goal: 28,339
Overage: 179

From me: Again...meh. I'm sick! What do you expect from me! Something snappy! I will kill you!

Date: November 18, 2009
Word count: 30,389
Word Goal: 30,006
Overage: 383

From me: My sleep schedual sucks bugs...

I hate my life. Not a lot of information on the damn creatures, right?

I'm going to bed. I've made my quota. *slumps off grumbling*

November 13, 2009 and November 14, 2009

2009-11-15T01:46:00.000-08:00

Date: November 13, 2009
Word Goal: 21,671
Word Count: 21,988
Word Over: 317

From me: So tired...so very very tired. You will kill me now yes? *goes back to offering sales to people*

Date: November 14, 2009
Word Goal: 23,338
Word Count: 24,892
Word Over: 1,554

From me: Finished the section. Hurray for me. I'm going to die now. Nights all. *waves*

November 11, 2009 and November 12, 2009

2009-11-13T00:05:00.000-08:00

Date: November 11, 2009
Word Goal: 18,337
Word Count: 19,946
Word overage: 1,609

From me: I have broken my previous record of 830 give or take a few words. I am feeling good. *nods*

Date: November 12, 2009
Word Goal: 20,009
Word Count: 20,558
Word overage: 549

From me:

4:47 PM: I have already gone over my word goal so I'm feeling good about it. Now...what shall I cover next?

1:01 AM a bit late. But it works. Not to bad. *goes to die*

November 10, 2009

2009-11-10T23:06:00.000-08:00

Date: November 10, 2009
Word Count: 17,492
Word Goal: 16,670
Words Over: 822

From me:

I broke my own record. *nods* I'm proud of myself. I have a new plan. I will write ONE section a day. If I have time and the energy I will start on the next section. *nods*

Update on the list

2009-11-10T18:51:00.000-08:00

So I have to expand my list of things to write.

What I've written so far (in order):

The New Orleans Axe Murders

Screaming Skulls

Chillingham Castle
Villisca House Axe Murders
Cryptozoology section 1: Thylacine, Megalania, coelacanth and the Jersey Devil

Patty Cannon
Dean Corll
Summerwind
Jack the Stripper

Goat Castle
Cyrptozoology parts: chupacabra, Con Rit (giant millipede), Dover Demon, Honey Island Swamp Monster, Sirrush, Vampires, Megalodon, and Wyvern (maybe)
Highland Lawn Cemetary
Stepp Cemetary
White Lick Creek Bridge
Belle Gunness
The Greenbrier Ghost
The Pearl Bryan Murder

My New List:
~~Waverly Hills Sanatorium~~
~~Summerwind~~
~~Highland Lawn Cemetary~~
~~Stepp Cemetary~~
~~White Lick Creek Bridge~~
~~Belle Gunness~~
~~The Greenbrier Ghost~~
~~The Pearl Bryan Murder~~
The Murder Castle
Eastern State Penitentiary
Franklin Castle
~~Goat Castle~~
The Servant Girl Annihilator a.k.a. Austin Axe Murder
Bible John Murders
~~Jack the Stripper~~
Lake Bodom Murders
The Bell Witch
Hermitage Castle
Chase Crypt
~~Cyrptozoology parts: chupacabra, Con Rit (giant millipede), Dover Demon, Honey Island Swamp Monster, Sirrush, Vampires, Megalodon, and Wyvern (maybe)~~
~~Dean Corll~~
John George Huigh
The Red Spider
Sweeny Todd
Anna Marie Hahn

Nice list right?

November 9, 2009

2009-11-09T21:25:00.000-08:00

Date: November 9, 2009
Word Goal: 15,003
Word Count: 15,167
Word Over: 165

From me:

I'm pretty damn happy with myself. I've added some more haunted places and murders to my list. One is about Patty Cannon, who was a slaver with a nasty criminal list.

I have finished her section and will be working on the next section which includes various other stories that are much like her stories.

Here's hoping I find something yes?

November 8, 2009

2009-11-08T23:53:00.000-08:00

Date: November 8, 2009
Word Goal: 13,336
Word Count: 13,714
Words under/over: 378

From me: So, I've added another section and given the Jersey Devil its own section, helping to extend things out.

So far, so good.

I'm feeling better. I got over 100 words over my word count. ^_^ *beams happily* *goes to bed*

November 5, 2009 & November 6, 2009

2009-11-08T01:02:00.000-08:00

Date: November 5, 2009
Word Goal: 10,002
Word Count: 10,063
Words over: 62

From me: Need to write more but kinda icky at the moment. Not sleeping well. Might not make word goal for today. May just say screw it and go watch movies for most of the day.

Date: November 6, 2009
Word Goal: 11,669
Word Count: 11,711
Words over/under: 42

From me: I really do need to sleep better. This is getting ridiculous. I'm going back to writing about cryptids. *sighs*

2:40 pm: I'm so tired. This cold is putting me through the fucking ringer. But I've finished the part on the Coelacanth and am now working on The Jersey Devil. I rather like this cryptid.

1:57 am: Tired...had some trouble with net. Now connected again. Hopefully will stay as such.

November 4, 2009

2009-11-04T19:11:00.000-08:00

Date: November 4, 2009
Word Count: 6863
Word Goal: 6,668
Words over: 195

From me:

Hey! Yeah it's me. I have a bit of sneak peek into what I've written for you, so please, enjoy. ^_^

Nothing much beyond I've finished part 3 now.

Chillingham Castle. Teh very name of this grey stoned structure would send chills up nad down the spine of even the most harden of souls. Its history is steeped in torture, hatred, death and blood. There is enough blood to fill the shadowed halls of the castle, nearly palatable while the shades of the victims' cries echo on a hoarse whisps of the wind, teasing the senses of all that dare to step food into the domain of this tragic destination.

Remember, I like comments. *bats eyes*

Note to self: write long articles to get more word countage.

November 3, 2009

2009-11-03T20:35:00.000-08:00

Word Goal: 5,001
Word count: 5019
Word Over: 18

I have finished Section 2. Working on section 3.

Date: November 2nd, 2009

2009-11-03T19:38:00.000-08:00

Word Goal: 3,334
Word count: 4,005
Words over: 671

I'm good.

Finished Section one.

Started Section Two.

November 1, 5:38 pm

2009-11-01T17:47:00.001-08:00

Date: November 1, 2009
Time: 5:38
Word count: 1,008

From me:

I haven't even gotten into the main part of my story and already I have a good chunk of words written. I can only hope that I continue to do so well. I go to the library tomorrow to pick up books and might end up changing or adding a few things. I will keep you guys updated.

Time: 12:06, Date: November 1st

2009-11-01T00:14:00.001-07:00

It is now 12:06 am.

I'm watching Stay Alive.

I have started writing.

I have 135 words.

Go me!

NaNoWriMo

2009-10-29T19:08:00.000-07:00

That's right, National Novel Writing Month. For 30 days and nights I will be striving to reach 50,000 words of story.

I know what I am writing.

For those of you who follow me via one of the other sites I'm on, please note that this story is a chapter length story of 'Conversations with my muses'. It's just on it's own. I will be covering murders, hauntings and cryptids or animals that may or may not exist/still exist/are extinct.

My list is:

Murders:
The Axe Man of New Orleans
Villisca Axe Murders (official site) and TruTV Site
The Servant Girl Annihilator a.k.a. Austin Axe Murders

Bible John Murders
Jack the Stripper (yes, you read that right. Jack the Stripper)
Lake Bodom Murders

Hauntings:
Haunted Alcatraz
Bachelor's Grove Cemetary and Pictures
The Bell Witch
Hermitage Castle
Hull House
Chase Crypt
Screaming Skulls

Cryptozoology:
American Hyena
Coelacunth (Living Fossil Fish)
Japanese Dwarf Wolf (Shamanu)
Jersey Devil
Megalania (Giant Austrailian Lizard)
Mesonychids (Hooved Predetors)
Okapi
Sirrush
Thylacine

For now, that's all. ^_^ I'm off to do more research.

Hello and salutations

2009-08-27T00:38:00.000-07:00

Or something to that effect! You, amongst others, have stumbled across my little bitty corner of the blogging world. This holds various thoughts on various topics, links to various interesting sites.

Be warned, I am an erotic M/M writer.

What does that mean to you?

STANDARD DISCLAIMER:
THIS BLOGGING PAGE MAY/DOES
INCLUDE SUCH SUBJECTS AS:
ANAL SEX
ORAL INTERCOURSE
SEXUAL SITUATIONS BETWEEN 2 OR MORE MEN
SLASH
HOMOSEXUALITY (MALE OR FEMALE)
HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS
VORE
GORE
BDSM
DOM/SUB
MURDERS
HAUNTINGS
DEATH
DESTRUCTION
AND VARIOUS OTHER MATURE SUBJECTS.
IF YOU ARE NOT
AND I REPEAT
NOT OLD ENOUGH TO BUY OR RENT PORN
GO AWAY!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

Now, since that has been done, I can continue on. I write on a variety of subjects, some of them with me just out right complaining, some on actual subjects, books, ect that interest me. I do hope you enjoy your time reading my blog (such as it is) and remember to kick my ass if I don't update often enough.

Please remember to ASK me before you decide to use my information. I can usually send you to a better site to get said information from if you really want it.

Rose Strailo
Writer (somewhat)
Reader
Fellow research geek