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Here is this week’s Short Tale.
Gus hunched his shoulders forward, right hand clasping the strap of his bookbag tightly, as he made his way through the hallway. He could hear his peers snickering at him, talking about him even as he tried to slip through the crowd unnoticed. He knew it was his latest performance in Algebra II that everyone had found to be the newest joke.
No matter how hard he tried, they only laughed at him. Whether it was math class or drama class, he was always the class joke, yet not the class clown. He was a game to them, he doesn’t matter to them. He was reaching his breaking point, something had to give. His only saving grace was his cameras. He had long lost interest in filming or photographing his classmates, but the rest of this town provided some good pictures and good film. Now, he just needed to get out of here before this school destroyed everything he had left.
He flinched as he was shoved in the back, barely keeping himself from falling on his face. His grip tightened on his bag, he’d prefer them break his nose than break his camera in his bag.
He felt his shoulder be grabbed, yanking his body around in an 180 to face the junior class bully, Theodore.
Theodore sneered, “What do we have here.”
Gus resisted his wince, he hated facing off with Theodore. They had been friends once upon a time, before Theodore became the class bully, leaving him behind.
“What do you want, Theodore.”
“Why do you keep clogging up our hallways? We barely have enough room in this school without people like you taking up space.”
“I’m simply trying to get through high school like you.”
“But you’re not like us, are you? We’d be better off without the likes of you around.”
With that, Theodore shoved Gus hard enough, his feet went out from under him, sending him backwards. His bag landed on top of him, to his relief of it not hitting the floor and immediate horror as one of Theodore’s lackeys snatched his bag out of his grasp and tossed it to Theodore.
Theodore scavenged in it, “Let’s see what’s so important in this bag that this freak guards it, never letting it out of his hands.”
Gus paled as Theodore pulled his camera out. That camera had cost him three paychecks from his dead end part time job and was one of his only escapes.
His heart stopped as Theodore threw the camera down on the floor shattering the lenses.
Apparently deciding that was enough damage, Theodore tossed his bag down and told his lackeys, “Let’s go guys.”
Gus pulled himself up to crouch over his broken camera, unable to hold the tears back. There was no way he’d be able to afford a new lenses for his camera. He’d lost one of his most important pieces to his very being.
Theodore squashed the small part of him that still existed of Gus’ old friend that felt any guilt over how he and his lackeys left Gus crying in the hallway.
-To Be Continued
That ended up being more than I expected so I think I’ll continue this piece next week. There’s still a lot more for Gus and Theodore. Not to mention, what happened to Theodore that he became the class bully? Why did he cut his friendship with Gus off? Why is Gus the class joke to everyone? What’s so different about him? So, I’ll be continuing this tale.
‘Til Next Time!
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Today, I want to show you how to make your own mail sorter. Now, you may not still get snail mail but I get bills, making it easier to keep track of my debt I’m paying off, magazines and everyone that has an address receives junk mail. But I’m gone from home enough that my roommate puts my mail in a pile on my desk. When I get home and sort through it, it still ends up in piles as my small sorter doesn’t do the job. But mail sorters aren’t cheap at the store or on Amazon. So, I made my own out of cereal boxes, sticky contact paper, labels and a wooden crown decoration.
Here is how I did it.
First, a picture of what I started with.
So, here’s the final product:
That’s all for today. Please, comment below, adding pictures if you like, if you make a mail sorter of your own! Also, comment down below other DIY projects you’d like to see me do or give instructions on! I’m always looking for new DIY ideas.
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As promised, here is my post on my goals for 2020 + just a bit about SP&H’s future. I have multiple goals for 2020 as that’s just how I roll. I never go for just one thing, I go big or go home. But I also don’t shoot for only perfection. I make goals with a specific achievement point. Sure, some are only achieved if I complete the goal but others are a starting point to be finished next year or later.
I’ll be listing the goals in this post but will be going more in depth on each goal in future Friday posts for January.
So, those are my goals for 2020. Now, the goals I’m going into a bit more detail on in this posts, are the skills and weight goals.
I’ve been working on learning crochet for a few years, first with my grandma and, when she passed away, in her memory. But I definitely have room to improve-a lot of room. I’ve been fascinated with knitting for a few months now so I want to learn it as well. I also want to learn needlework after some of the works I’ve seen on Pinterest. I made my mom an small armoire for Christmas in 2018 and want to get better at woodwork. Now, I need some room for this one so it may have to wait until later 2020. I am currently OBSESSED with painting. I’ve had so many ideas lately and my painting is actually looking really good. But I want to continue working with acrylics and get better with oil and watercolor. Watercolor is actually one of my yearlong challenges. I have this long-term goal of creating a miniature universe. By universe, I mean I want to recreate some of my favorite cartoon/anime/live shows and movies, some of my favorite books and a general universe, in 1:6 scale. Perler beadwork, if you’re not sure, are those small plastic beads that you then melt together to make various images. Like painting, I’m currently OBSESSED with this. The future IHC will likely feature some Perler beadwork and paintings. I want to get better with making paper cards, which includes stamps. I made my Christmas cards in 2019. I love quilling paper, it’s the form of taking small strips and curling them into various forms and shapes. I want to learn or get better at each of these skills in 2020.
Like I said, I want to lose 82 pounds this year. My weight has long since been an issue for me. I wasn’t a small child, though always tall for my age, I was just a little chubby. But it wasn’t until I was a teenager with puberty that my weight really blew out of proportion. I had health issues when I was 16, pre-diabetes and liver to be specific. I lost some weight and got rid of the health issues but my weight was still over what it should be. Now that I’m older, several years beyond 16, those health issues haven’t come back but I’m on my feet so much as a professional pet-caretaker, my knees are beginning to struggle. There are also things, such as sky-diving and bungee-jumping, that I want to do and things I want to do that I either cannot do at all or not do well at my current weight. Plus, to be honest, I simply want to feel better about my body and my health. Weight loss is key as well as getting into better shape. I’ve lost one pound already.
So I’ll be doing periodic updates on this goal on Instagram (@atexanshealthfuljourney) as well as here on SP&H. I’ll be making occasional updates on each goal on here actually.
If you have any goals, please comment down below. I promise I will respond. We can be each other’s accountability partners. (Which will be easier with the future community page)
-Til Next Time!
As promised, here’s your weekly writing prompts. Have Fun!
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A bump sounded above Jan’s head but she didn’t even blink.
Another bump sounded from the direction of the stairs and she simply shouted, “Cut it out!”
When yet another thump sounded, this time from dining room, Jan simply turned up the TV volume, never mind the fact she wasn’t actually watching it as involved in her current book as she was.
She never once considered it to be anything dangerous. In her home, regardless of where it was, bumps and crashes in other rooms were simply a part of her life.
Meanwhile, in the dining room resided one frustrated ghost. He was stewing over hte lamp he’d just shoved off the side table, ignoring the stare of the fluffy creature he’d heard be called Snowball.
The ghost huffed in frustation. He’d been haunting this house for decades. For years, he’d successfully run the living out of his territory.
This new woman moved in six months ago and he’d yet to even get a jump of fright from her. He couldn’t understand it. Not even his scratches on the floor in the dark of the night woke her up. These furry creatures she’d brought with her could see him, though they weren’t any more scared than she was.
He actually hated them. Any time one of them was in the room with him, they would just stare at him with their unblinking eyes. Quite unnerving, really.
He had no idea what these were or why this woman would have these creatures with her. Beyond staring at him, he’d only seen them sleep for hours at a time, eat and drink out of a couple of bowls on the kitchen counter, bat balls and mice that smelled funny around the entire house and chase things that even he couldn’t see. They were completely unproductive, unlike the dogs previous living inhabitants had had. Those had been fun to play with.
Or so he thought.
That evening, pushed to the brink by his lack of reaction, he decided to move to one of his more dangerous antics. He usually saved this trick for when he was ready to get the living out of his house. It never got them out immediately but certainly started giving them the clue.
When the woman had gone to bed, in his bedroom no less, he floated up through the floor. Once he was certain she was asleep, which took her forever with the books she was always carrying around, he picked up his pickaxe. He swung for the footboard, certain this would scare her.
He jolted, nearly dropping the pickaxe, when a horrendous yowl sounded from the white fluffy creature in the bed. He’d thought it had been asleep as well. The woman sat up at the sound, flicking on a light, looking to see what had caused Princess to make such a horrible noise. He’d never heard such a noise.
When Jan didn’t see anything, she petted Princess on the head, figuring it was another no-see-them and laid back down. She shortly dozed back to sleep.
The ghost lifted his pickaxe once more, determined to get this woman to notice him.
But before he could bring it down, Princess launched herself off the bed and at his face. He dropped his pickaxe, the sharp weapon dissipating immediately. He struggled to grab this creature and get it off his face. He fell through the wall, the living creature remaining in the bedroom. He stumbled to a stop, holding his injured face. How did that creature manage to hurt him?! He figured he was in the clear, thinking that it was trapped in the room. He’d not only neglected to realize the bedroom door was open but had forgotten there was more than one of these creatures in this house. As he turned to go down the hall, he tripped and fell on his face. He rolled over and looked down in time to see the black one of these creatures launch itself at his face. He blocked the attack with his arms and shoved the creature away.
He yelped as he felt something slice him on one leg, drawing ecto-blood, then something slice him on the other. He looked down to see the two white ones, Snowball and Princess, snarling even as they continued scratching. He dropped hte black one, still hissing and swiping, on top of one of the white ones and scrambled to his feet. He jumped the balcony, floating easily down to the first floor, figuring he’d escape the creatures for a while. Try to haunt the woman again once the sun came up.
But he hadn’t calculated for the agility and cunning of these creatures. While the black one, called Midnight, launched itself off the balcony, landing on his head, claws tearing into his skull, the other two tore down the stairs.
Yelling in pain, he got the black one off his head and even as all three bit and tore at his legs, he ran for the front door, phasing through the door, leaving the creatures inside.
He disappeared into the night, never to be seen in that home again.
Jan never knew what had nearly happened to her that night, sleeping even through the hissing, yowling, bumps and crashes.
After all, such noises in the night were normal when you live with cats.
As one that lives with cats, while I don’t hear these noises in the middle of the night, I do have hear them all the time any other time. Well, minus the yowling and hissing, my two get along pretty well 90% of the time. There’s a reason my figurines and other breakables are no longer on tables since I’m currently living in a rental with faux-wood floors in 80% of the house.
What did you think? Comment below if you have cats. I’d love to hear your tales.
I promise that later this week will be a post about not only my 2020 goals, my hopes for the coming decade but also to explain the future of Simply Paradise & Haven. I totally meant to do it this last week but I’m still working to get everything organized for the next year and get back into a working mentality after the long holiday period. As I mentioned, my holidays start at October 1st and continue until the new year. I’ve spent the last couple of months amongst the holidays coming up with plans for 2020 but I still need to outline them and figure out details to make them happen. So look for that post later this week along with this week’s writing prompts. Ya’ll love those posts and I enjoy doing them so those posts will definitely continue so long as I have prompts to give.
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Hey, ya’ll! Here’s your weekly writing prompts.
Have fun, my friend. I’d love to see what you come up with.
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Hey, Ya’ll! Here’s today Monday Short Tale.
Troy crept through the halls of the asylum. He couldn’t let on to anyone that he was here; to do so would be certain death. He still couldn’t quite process just what had led him to be here, hiding from forces he couldn’t see.
Just 24 hours before, he’d been a typical teenager hanging out with his buddies in the school gym, skipping class. The normal antics of teenagers bored with school.
One of his friends, not his closest, came up with an idea to end the boredom.
“Tomorrow night, we should all go check out the old asylum down on 6th avenue.”
Complete silence until it was broken with the snick of a lighter. Troy’s best friend, Mikey, clicked his lighter off.
“Ah, why not. I can’t go drag racing down the Boulevard anyway; I’m still busted for the F in Chemistry. No Pass, No car.”
With Mikey’s assent, it didn’t take long for the other four guys to agree as well, Troy doing so last. His gut instinct screamed it wouldn’t end well.
Next time, he’d listen to those instincts.
Troy plastered himself against the wall as he heard footsteps around the corridor. There shouldn’t be anyone here but him, not with the other guys long dead. But this wasn’t the first occurrence of the phantom footsteps tonight.
He closed his blue eyes as the footsteps came closer and closer. He knew there was no escape; he would soon join his friends.
The last thing Troy ever saw was gleaming yellow eyes over a cruel mouth twisted in a snarl.
I’ll have another post later this week, hopefully tomorrow, regarding future content for Simply Paradise & Haven as well as my goals for 2020. So look for that soon!
‘Til Next Time, Friends
Home Invasion Gone Wrong(or Right?)
The sound of creaking floor boards startles her awake.
“Jim,” Anne whispers as she shakes her sleeping husband. “Someone’s in the house.”
It takes a few moments for Jim to stir and more precious seconds for him to wake enough to understand what was happening.
Before Anne could respond, the creaking of the floor boards occurs once more. They’re closer this time. Whoever had broken in was coming upstairs.
“Jim, Go! Do something!”
Jim gets out of bed, grabbing the bat he kept under the bed for such occasions as this and, straightening his shoulders, heads out of the bedroom. Anne remained in bed, holding her breath and listening.
From down in the hall, she hears a clatter, likely his bat striking the wall. She loved him but Jim was not the most athletic. She hears another clatter before silence. There weren’t anymore footsteps and she hopes that means that Jim took out the intruder and was checking the house for more intruders.
Anne crept out of bed, blue nightgown fluttering around her ankles, and over to the window. She peered out of the window to see if there were any ‘friends’ of the intruder but everything seemed silent. She began to turn, intending to head into the hall to find Jim.
The last thing she saw was a younger blond woman, hatred in her blue eyes, snarl twisting her pretty mouth, before she was struck across the side of the face with a blunt object.
The young woman watched as Anne crumpled to the ground in a heap. She couldn’t risk Anne waking up, much less identifying her. As such, she slammed her bat into first Anne’s head, then twice into her spine. The second spinal strike shifted Anne’s head so it was facing her so she slammed her bat into it multiple times, destroying any resemblance of a human face.
Seeing no movement from the body at her feet, keeping a tight grip on the bat, the young woman headed back into the hall. She stepped over the body of Anne’s husband, knowing he was still breathing. She’d been very careful to ensure such. She double checked she had her knife she’d stabbed Jim with and headed back out the back door.
It was all over the newspaper the next day that there had been an home invasion, James Hanson surviving his wife, Anne Hanson. The invader who had brutally murdered Anne and left James on death’s door was never found.
As men often do, James eventually moved on, unable to be alone. No one ever saw anything wrong with his second wife, a young woman, 5 years his junior, with curly blond hair and bright blue eyes.
So, do you think Jim knew his second wife before the invasion and as such, was in on it as a way to avoid divorce or simply to get rid of his wife? Or do you think she was a stalker who wormed her way into his life after the death? Comment down below your thoughts. I know the answer, of course, but I want to see what you think.
‘Til Next Time, Friends!
Merry Christmas, my Friends!!
Have a Great Christmas and I’ll see ya’ll next week!
This last week was just as busy as I’d expected it to be. I feel very productive though. I got my Christmas cards, both professional printed and personal handmade, in the mail; most of my handmade gifts made and all but the last few gifts wrapped. I even repaired a pair of jeans that last minute was requested of me to fix.
I have three more gifts to finish. Well, one to finish and two to start and finish. The one gift just needs a couple of last details to it and it’ll be finished. My last two gifts are a different matter. One I’ve been working on but it isn’t turning out like I’d hoped so that one may end up an IOU which I don’t like but can’t be helped. The other one I’ve been creating in my mind, I know what I want to do and it shouldn’t take me too long. But I just finished a job and I didn’t really want to create the pieces, transport them home and then assemble them. There was too much risk of damage or loss so I chose to wait until today to complete it.
I’m also baking cookies, fudge and cherry pie these next few days and I think we’ll need tea before Christmas dinner so I’ll need to brew that as well. I brew tea at home as not only is it cheaper to buy the box of tea bags, boil water, put the tea bags in and let it simmer, pull the tea bags and pour the tea in to the jug, repeat as many times as necessary but it’s also better for us. Not only can I get the lemon, and sugar for the sweet tea, to our preferred tastes but it also doesn’t have all of the preservatives and extras that is in bottled tea. Now, it’s not completely free, after all, I do buy the bag tea, but it’s better, in my mind at least.
So I’ve got a busy couple of days ahead of me but it’ll all be worth it come Christmas day.
Just as a heads up, if you enjoy my writing prompts, there won’t be one this week as they’re published on Wednesday and this Wednesday is Christmas. But there will be one next week so look forward to that.
Now for this week’s short tale.
As he stood in the kitchen, mentally running over the menu, as knocks sounded through his small apartment.
He breathed deeply, trying to relax. That should be her.
His girlfriend Macy was coming over today to exchange Christmas gifts before she headed home to her family for a few days.
He was hopeful this Christmas would be better than the last. He and Macy have only been dating for a few months. It took him some time to get over the heartbreak of his last girlfriend’s reaction to the gift he’d bought her. It hadn’t appeared to be much on the outside but the actual gift had been inside. But she’d never made it that far.
Hopefully, this Christmas won’t be like the last. His gift for Macy wasn’t the same gift, that wasn’t fair to her nor was it right as their relationship is at a different place than his with Lisa had been. But it was similar in concept and he knew his heart couldn’t take it if she reacted the same.
Later that evening, he sat watching the fire crackle in his fireplace, heart still intact. Macy had actually found his gift creative and clever. She’d loved the small bear and hadn’t been going to find the real gift inside but he’d guided her to the small opening in the back where she’d found the sapphire earrings. Clearly, Macy was from a different mold than Lisa had been and he felt this relationship might actually make it long term.
Now, this short tale is actually a sequal to one from last December. Comment down below if you can figure out which of my tales came before this one.
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