BRIDGE OUT OF NOWHERE

Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?

It was that time of year where I first learn about Halloween. I lived in CHIPMAN New Brunswick, at the time, and my guess would be that I must have been four-years of age.

It just so happened I was with my mother when my older sister came running in calling out, ā€œthe costumes are in, the costumes are in. Can I go to Mary Marsden’s and pick out a Halloween mask? Please mommy, please?ā€

Well now, I do not know what masks are, however, I do know what Mary Marsden’s is. The only General Store in town. She had lots of things in her store and often gave me a candy of some sorts.

Now here’s her, begging to go pick out a mask, and I pleaded out, ā€œmommy can I go to?ā€

Instantly she yelled, ā€œno. You can’t go with me! I’m going by myself. Mommy can I go and see if there is a mask that I like, please mommy?ā€

I did ask again and my mother did look down at me, where I was jumping up and down like a crazy baby kangaroo, pleading to go along to see what this mask thing was for a Halloween thing coming soon?

ā€œNo you can’t come with me. You can’t. You are too little. I’m going by myself. Mother no.ā€

Well, the crazy jumping baby kangaroo got the best of things, where mother finally spoke.

ā€œYou can go look at the masks and see which one you would like to have, if you take Connie. But. You have to hold her hand.ā€

Well now, if her eyes could have squinted any tighter they would have been closed. But she begrudgingly said, ā€œokay,ā€ where mother repeated once again, ā€œdon’t you dare let go of her hand.ā€ ā€”ā€œI won’t.ā€ ā€”ā€œPromise?ā€ ā€”ā€œI promise.ā€

So off we went. All the way to the store. Up the short road which was more or less a stones throw for a big person, but for us, probably a minute before reaching the big road that came from our left, and out from under a high railroad track up in the sky that came across the Great Lake.

She held my hand all the way to the road, across the road to Marsden’s, where she let go running up the greying wooden dusty steps and inside. Wham! The big screen door slammed shut.

Yes she left me out on the step. Then once I was in, 🤩! WOW, I loved it in there. And there was Marry, standing behind her counter watching down at me, and me looking way up at her. ā€œWhat’s a mask? Where did Penny go?ā€

The store was filled with long stretching racks of plastic holding something on hangers, something I have never seen before, taking up practically the whole store? I couldn’t see Penny if I wanted to, and I wanted to.

Miss Marry pointed as she spoke, ā€œPenny is over there, looking at costumes for Halloween. A mask is something hiding your face when you put the costume on to go trick or treating.ā€

What ever Marry said, blew over my head like a wind storm. At this point of my little life, I have never heard of this Halloween. So, I found Penny asking, where upon she told me to look by myself, and she was going over there, and off she went, leaving me once again. Only this time, inside the store, standing in the middle of a line of these costumes hanging in plastic bags on hangers.

What next, came as a confused surprise as I pushed apart between the hangers only to witness a very scary up-side down face staring at me, and another, and another and another, until being alerted to Penny’s voice yelling out in great admiration, ā€œI found one! I’m going to tell mommy!ā€ Then the hammer of that big old door slammed shut.

Awe! My heart jumped realizing she left me alone in the store with strangers!!! I went and pushed that old door opened and stepped out on to the platform. She was already across the big road. ā€œPenny. Mommy said you have to hold my hand,ā€

Well now, she did look, I saw her look both ways and heard her yell, ā€œRUN!ā€

Well I ran down those steps as fast as speedy Gonzalez, and out to the road.

I heard a massive BAM! Haven’t a clue what that was. But I can tell you it was quiet and dark. As the matter of fact, it was the most blackest of black there could ever be.

ā€œWhere am I. And how come I can’t see?ā€ {This is a whole different story. A God thing happened.} But two and one half months later, my mother and her sister came to bring me home from the hospital.

Upon their, arrival, my aunt had bought me one bottle of orange crush and one Oh Henry chocolate bar. My eyes were bigger than my head at having a whole bottle of pop for myself.

Long story I know. But we are soon getting to the Bridge out of nowhere. okay, now I am home with a chocolate bar and a whole bottle of pop, where I only ever got half, a bottle or glass. I can not, tell you the excitement running through me having one whole bottle of pop, orange crush at that, for myself.

But when I got into the house all these kids came running out of nowhere at me asking for a bite of the bar, and a sip of my pop! Within seconds the bar was gone and me not even having a lick. As for the bottle of pop? There was only one sip left, 😲!

Well I took off running like nothing else matters, out the front door and Bam!!!

Well, while I lay in the hospital all that time they finished building the bridge. Nobody, thought to tell me about it.

I woke in the doctor’s car wrapped in a pink blanket in my mother’s arms.

After that I haven’t a clue. But because of that bridge out of nowhere, people would say, ā€œthere goes that little Taylor girl gets hit by car everyday.ā€ Of course, I’d get mad, squint, and say, ā€œnot every day!ā€

The picture on my post, is the bridge, in NewBrunswick where I love to visit. My home town CHIPMAN. Only I ever got to go back for a funeral and then to visit my cousins. Everything was gone but that bridge. šŸ˜‚

The end.

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THE VALLEY SO LOW

What do you love about where you live?

Down in the valley, the valley so low, where the storms and the snowfalls, very seldom go.

We are free from tornadoes, and Mini typhoons, but sometimes they slip through, and I get everyone’s junk .

Sometimes I sit here, watching storm clouds rolled by, sometimes lightning keeps me inside.

I am down in the valley, a valley so low, not many people, come here and go.

Orange Moon

COMING SOON TO AMAZON

THE FLASK DRINKERS

Another story by me. I’m sure the cover will be different. But should you wonder to close to a certain cemetery…Hmm, you will need your flask at hand. some curses are to be taken seriously, not to be invaded just for pure speculation putting the world at risk.

YOU HAVE TO BE AN ANIMAL LIKER

Dogs or cats?

Oh bother, what kind of a question is that? dogs or Cats? You have to be an animal liker.

I do like animals but I like them where they are, although there is a dog here, she is part pit-bull. The other part is of something rather mild. No one knows what. She is a good dog, though she is not mine and will only listen if I carry a treat or just say the word. Treat?

I did have a cat once, but it was forced upon me, where I grew into loving it as a tiny kitten growing into a cat. A funny cat. She was hilarious and I do believe she knew it.

Sad to say Lucy the grey and white kitten had to live somewhere else when she became a cat. Someone living here became seriously allergic to her-the cat in her.

Right now this dog living here is great for protecting this place and the children in it. This is a good thing. As for cats, they tend to scratch up the furniture 🤨 not good. Even though they had a wonderful layered scratch thingamajig, it was not good enough for her. Say goodbye to the leather.

Cats or Dogs. Hmm great question.

Oh wait a minute. . .who cleans up the šŸ’©?

Not me.

MY FIRST EDITION PHOBIA THE AFTERMATH

Hello to my great full respected readers. I am always pleased when you enjoy my silly thoughts. Thank-you.

I know it has been a while that I have blogged, but I have been quite busy, trying to edit a book I have written in 1996, with all these children my daughter kept having, lol. There is no time!

Now that these children are the ages of 15, 12, 9 and 6, all soon, starting this month until September they all will be one year up. 🄳

Oh bother, that with the mother losing her head and off to find it and their father incarcerated, the full responsibility is still mine and great full they are in school allowing me to edit this one story out of several, at last.

Now, need I remind you my brain is not functioning as the term normal on any scale of degrees. Meaning I started out dumb and continued in that fashion until I had my own children forcing me to be the best possible teacher allowing them to grow in a safe environment and make them to be five times smarter than I could ever be.

Of course living in my shoes from day one, born in an outhouse in the winter, and given away at four months, kidnapped at 16-18 months, then from an orphanage by the age of three only to be molested from the age of three to seven. Then from the age of ten to fifteen beat where I ran away to the children’s aid Society. That was a bad place to live until my father fought getting me out at the age of 17 1/2 and never looked back.

I can tell you the only thing I cared about was not getting a lick en and what was for supper? Meaning, school meant absolutely nothing to me, I thought it was a punishment? So what I learned was people are extremely cruel, mean, bullies and only care about themselves. So I trusted nobody! And practiced for twelve years lol, to be the best spy ever. Didn’t help much.

By the time I was 15, I was raped, attacked, driven to the bush, <<<>>> I laugh at that now, then, it was scary as big spiders falling on you, scary as lightning hammering down right in front of you, scary as falling off a boat into shark laced waters. I’m just happy to be alive.

My first day starting a job at a hospital I was attacked being held up off the floor by a mad man, I took the wrong door. šŸ¤“ I got the day off.

But all in all I have Heroed several times without a second thought, and always prevented with the triumph of God by my side or in my body strength and purpose.

On the serious side of things. I’ve been run over by horse and buggy run down three times before my mother stopped it, hit my car twice and here I am today. I believe I died once, and I know I spoke to the Lord-he spoke to me. I guess my mission is to raise these children.

Oh wait a minute . . . are you supposed to die when your mission in life is over or something there like that, if that’s the case I don’t want that mission I don’t wanna know my mission my mission better still be confusing and somewhere still out there.

I started writing stories when my children were in school, and me rotten at spelling and grammar and pronunciation and punctuation and a whole whack of things. 😌 the difference between (is and was). Oh bother. Present and past. But when typing my mind has no time for perfection, as I see in my mind as I tell…is, is happening now.

Anyways.

My first edition-PHOBIA THE AFTERMATH

It did all start with the black floater in my left eye causing me to always slapping out at NOTHING! Then I started wondering how to rid of it, and my mind went berserk, all by itself.

THE END

Until the FLASK DRINKERS

Working on that now.

AS YOU TYPE

Daily writing prompt
Which activities make you lose track of time?

Do you lose track of time? I do, when I do certain things. I can guarantee hours, several hours have passed, like a trick is being played on me with something messing with the clocks. But no. The time reading on every clock in the house read the same with exceptions of a minute or two faster.

How is this possible that time slips away without a tiny hand tapping on my shoulder, “you-who, time to pee, or time to eat or time to give it a rest. It’s time to start supper or catch the bus. Hello?

But it all depends on the activities keeping me in this trance of time loop. Where there is nothing concerning time. What time? Time for what? Forget the time. I’m having a good time or I would spend no time.

Oh boy changing a room around has no bearings for time. Before I, know it, It’s getting dark out and I am close to finishing? When all along it did not seem that long a time. But in the end the whole room is washed and clean and changed. I got all the time in the world. Lol

Then the most silliest thing ever. Getting ready to leave the house for an event. I kill time. I cause time. I exploite time. Then I have to find time to straighten up the clutter I just created looking for the correct clothing just to walk out the door. There is no time left . . .RUN! “You missed the bus again.”

I can’t say cooking and dishes and tidying up, I’m fast at that. Possibably an expert by now, starting at the age of nine, no time wasted at all.

Okay, The master activitity killing any time given me is typing.

As you type as I type, time is not a factor or a reality. As the matter of fact it is the last thing on my mine or not at all. Before I know it, it is bedtime. LOL. Not all the time. But pretty darn close ot it.

AS YOU TYPE, do you lose your mind and all time? I do.

PLEASE RELEASE ME

What are you most excited about for the future?

Hmm the future, the very close future I hope.

By now I am sure you guys know I am not the brightest candle in the room by my stories, answers or all that you read by me.

As of yet I Thought, everything I have done, doing my best launching my story, Phobia The Aftermath, while it tells me, ā€œin 72 hours, blah blah blah.ā€ Then the 72 hours pass and I still hear nothing, prompting me to tackle the process once more and still nothing!!!

I can not tell you how many times I swore, ā€œI did it!ā€ Or how many times I posted my story is out. lol. Yeah me and my big mouth.

Well finally I had @JamesHardiment come and tell me what exactly is the problem? Turns out the paper colour I chose was not available.

Well it is now. James fixed everything and now in this coming future I will be extremely grateful and excited and waiting to buy a copy.

So this 72 hours into the future will be fantastic for me. I can’t wait.

Happy happy me.

Welcome Future.

SEVENTY TWO HOURS LATER

I am happy to say that in seventy two hours my first book will be published. Phobia The Aftermath-The Black Death.

Yippee. Then onto editing more scary book.

The Flask Drinkers

The Red Dove & The Nameless Girl.

https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0FDMNLF5V

MY STORY

Hey this is my story. Almost complete.

I must say the timing is taking for ever that I am doing my own editing. Seriously, so far this story is maybe twenty-seven years in the works! Holy. But for good reasons-grandchildren . . .They are all in school now.

MY ART

This is a story written by me, myself and I. I have written other stories but this is the one I chose to edit first.

Hilarious though this cover is not the first. Also my name is Constance Iola Taylor henceforth Iola Taylor C’S. Even then. I started to use my married name only to find Five other writers carry the same name-Constance Ferguson. Wow who knew?

This picture is what I put together first with careful thought. But things got botched so this was trashed.

MY ART

This is just funny to me, like being naked. Funny though how some people found this picture creepy? I don’t get the creepy part.

MY ART.

Anyway…I will be so happy when my story is finished. As of yet this day April 25, 2025 the word count holds 71,744 words.

Yes, I’m going for a novel. 80,000 words or more.

Oh yes, what is the story?

Espionage-Everybody wants to rule the world.

Do you like one of these covers?

ME.

HERE COMES ONE OF MY BOOK, SOON

My Contractor

Yes here comes my book soon to be published on Amazon-Kindle reading.

I am somewhat exciting about this, but! Leary at the same time.

I need to stop believing, like I need to stop eating. And I need, to stop eating.

This man James Hardiment, believed in moi. He came to my home, saw my works, started reading my PHOBIA-THE AFTERMATH, and liked it enough to edit my story and getting it ready to publish. šŸ¤ŖšŸ˜®ā€šŸ’ØšŸ«£ā˜ŗļøšŸ˜¬ bahahaha!!

He-James Hardiment found it spooky. This caused a giggled from me, because my intent was SCARY! Ha!

But either way boys and girls, I’m having my first book published very soon it’s just a matter of getting the right credentials wrote down for Amazon and Kindle then and only then, my smile will be wide.

Oh, as for this stopping this believing-that phobia, people tell you. . . ā€œWhen you reach your goal, that’s when you die.ā€

I DON’T WANT TO DIE! 😠

But getting a book published was not my goal in life, wanting to make money with my head-kinda like was in there, but my actual goal was to have 1 million babies and be happy forever and ever, happily married with 1 million babies that was my goal, so I’m never gonna die. I don’t think I’m ever gonna reach that goal. 😃

So Here Comes One Of My Book Soon. within a week or so.

PHOBIA THE AFTERMATH

Followed by The Flaskdrinkers

possibly followed by a few more.

By:Constance Ferguson

Kisses and hugs to you all. & Thank-you @James Hardiment

The End

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ONE DAY BUT NOT SOON

One day but not soon, I will have everything I want or is that need.

What do I want verses what do I need verses what I want is what I need.

  1. I want help. So I need dollars.
  2. I want my written work known. So I need editing.
  3. I want to be published. So I need a Literary agent.
  4. I want alone time. So I need peace and quiet.

One day but not soon maybe it will happen, but I will not hold my breath, for I am sure to pass out, fall off my chair and hit the floor with my head-along with hitting a few other things with my head on the way down.

How high up is that chair you may ask? High enough that I will get hurt. And there is a toolbox of steel right there that I will hit secondly before the floor.

In retrospect I had plenty of time one time, and some dollars, lol but never enough for the help needed or wanted, but thousand of hours to create what I have written. Oddly enough that was thirty years ago when I started printing down all the clutter in my head, never thinking to number the pages.

But then not soon enough, one day, numbering pages and typing became a thing and all my written work was everywhere! lol And DELETING became my worst enemy. Oh bother. I can not, tell you how many times, I lost all my work deleting things. My daughter was getting upset bahahaha. Oh it was not as funny as I am projecting. But it was a stage I was going through.<<<>>>I knew not what I was doing. LMAO But now I do, I delete nothing and I click on nothing.

But now at my age Blah blah, soon to be blah blah blah, my time for wanting and needing is running out. So one day but not soon enough, I want what I need or need what I want.

I need a literary agent.

My written work to be known

My HOT WHITE alien by: DAVID CRACKNELL

The BUGOID by: TSF

ONE DAY BUT NOT SOON 😦

THAT’S A GOOD FRIEND

What are the most important things needed to live a good life?

Me: What kind of a friend helps a friend stay doped up?

Him: Hey man. That’s a good friend man. It’s important to have a good friend to help you through life man. And dope man, it’s important to have good dope man.

Lmao. This is not serious man.

EVERY TIME FLOP FLOP FLOP

What is your career plan?

Career plan what have we here?

Plan ahead, make plans, plan today, plan tomorrow. Hmmm, what did you say? What is your career plan? What plan, follow the plans man.

I planned a party, invited my coworkers and school teachers, I bought prizes. I made seven games, I spent $350 on food. Two people came-my helpers. Plans, plans you say, career plans.

I planned on getting married and having children, seven of them. I planned on living happily ever after. Bahahaha. Two divorces and three children later, that plan. Flopped all over the place. Plans plans nothing at hand plans plans here I still stand .

I planned on being a writer. I’ve written several books. You know the books that are on paper on a shelf just sitting there by themselves. What happened to that plan? I’ll tell you what happened to that plan, my daughter and her children, four them-three years apart. Knock knock knocking on my door knock knock, knocking, wanting more knock knock knock. So flip flop flapping plans, what plans, I don’t make plans anymore!

Every time flop, flop flop. I wonder if it’s because I didn’t choose a ā€œcareerā€ plan.

We will put this career planning in the same categories as goals-what the hell is a goal, what is your goal? Is your goal a career plan? Don’t forget to say career plan or it’s not gonna work; flop, flop, flop, flop, flop, flop. Want to plan on going to the store and then to the restaurant, no! Let’s just go shopping and then go eat no plans.

Say here’s a plan, what are you playing at with these plans, we all know plans and careers and goals are for the birds-the energized people, that’s it, you have to be a special kind of a person to be able to set a career plan and have a goal and reach it. And that’s the end. Yeah that’s my plan finish this question about: What is your career plan. Do you have one? No flopping now.

The End.

Force yourself to have the best day ever, planning a career plan.

OFF WITH THEIR HEADS

If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

If I could be someone anyone just for one day as long as during this day, what I do applies, I would be QUEEN.

Why do I choose to be queen? Why do I want it to apply? What’s the point of being queen if it doesn’t apply?

Being queen for one day where I can change everywhere under my rule, there would be men there would be women there would be girls there would be boys no more thinking you’re a dog you’re a cat I want to be a girl, but I’m in a man’s body I wanna be a man, but I’m in a girls body no more teaching kindergartens grade ones grade twos about sex no more paedophiles allowed to walk the streets no more murderers, rapists killers, taking space eating food, watching TV playing games learning from books no more no more high taxes no more outrageous prices on foods no more costly clothing, no more presidents and governments Ignoring our rights and our freedoms, Queen for a day I say all that applies under my rule.

Outlandish indeed!

But I am the queen do you hear me no more nonsense no more prejudiced no more one-sided peoples! No more crying over holocaust no more crying over black slaves let’s start crying over Irish slaves before the blacks packed in cages history lies in the past the past cannot be changed.

I am your QUEEN . I rule over these countries and lands. I tell you no more discriminatory no more bigots! I tell you off with their heads.

Pretty harsh I know-but KINGS and QUEENS were harsh. They did bad things to people to please themselves. I don’t want to do bad things to people to please myself, I want to please the people. I am your queen for one day.

Bahahaha. Now that I got that out of my system, I am so happy. I never laughed so hard in the last couple days. Tell me is it possible I be QUEEN for a day just one day? Come on let me do it. Let me have one day, give me a go. Come on, let me have a go, let me have a go at her for just one day.

Off with their heads, I say.

Ps. . . this is not intended to hurt, weak minds. This is intended for the lighter side of things for the comical ways of life. Besides, you asked, didn’t you. And i’d be lying if I said anything else.

THE END.