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Hi!

It has been a while and look really late at night too! Anyway, I just needed to get something off my chest really quickly. I have started writing again, I was in a long pause there. I started writing about something that happened to my family and me about 27 years ago . It’s actually a bit painful,  I hadn’t thought about it for a very long time, clearly. As a kid I thought it was and adventure, as an adult now all I can think is wow! My mom has to be one of the strongest women I know. One of the reasons I want to tell this story is to show the world how amazing mothers can be and there’s nothing they won’t do to protect their children. So far I just have chapter one and I hope to finish it soon.

Anyway, that is all for now! Goodnight!

Here’s a short excerpt from a story that I’m writing….

Victoria ran through the thick woods, her long blonde hair, was swept behind her, as the wind hit her face, some got tangled in the branches and some was whipped back on her face, but she never once faltered. She needed to keep running. Running meant survival. She was close, maybe, three more miles to go, or was it four? Oh God she had lost sense of direction, she felt the panic start from her stomach.

No! Concentrate! Look around you, she quickly scanned the forest, there were the markings that only she would be able to recognize. She was okay. She was actually two miles away, good, she felt the relief wash all over her face and it gave her hope that she would arrive safe, but then she heard it. The roar. It sounded angry. Fear hit her like never before. She had heard that roar before and at that time it had been directed at someone else – no, not someone – at something else. By the time that she had gotten out of the danger zone It had gone though the change.

Now the roar was directed at her, it was warning her, it was telling her that he was coming after her. Victoria sobbed and he would play with her first, torture her and then kill her. Somehow, that thought gave her more energy and she ran harder, faster, she felt light, as if she was running on air, the scattered leafs, twigs and rocks didn’t bother her. The adrenaline rush helped her push back the pain from her suffering feet, later, much, much later she would feel it. But now her only worry was to get to the top.

She heard the trees from a distance fall, the cracking sounds, the birds flying and crying out. Oh God, it was coming – for her.

Lazy Day

In my house I want to stay
In my pj’s the whole day
Wondering from room to room
I think maybe I should use the broom
But I’m just too lazy
And it would make crazy
To think that I have work to do
But all this time I knew
Sooner or later I need to work
Thinking about it makes me go berserk
I should just grab the ax
Work it and them relax
I need to stop thinking about Monday
And just eat a delicious sundae.

Lest We Forget

Lest we forget

That you fought for freedom

For our rights

For our government

For our Country

For our people.

Lest we forget

The sacrifices you made

The ones you left behind

The ones who cried

When you gave them your last hug

your last kiss

your last good bye

Lest we forget

The people you were forced to kill

the injured left behind

the friends who died

while trying to watch out each others back

Lest we forget

The desperation

The anger

The sorrow

The killers

The victims

The dead

Lest we forget

Our soldiers

Our Men

Our Women

Our Heroes.

Lest we forget.