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.
We all have a story and there is no “I” in we, and I have a story too, and you can read it in this book. When you want something you can’t have, stay back or die.
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. 🤓 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.
On what subject(s) are you an authority?
Subjects by authority eh.
Well, being raised with eight other kids learning the difference between right and wrong was taught by leather belts, sticks, hands and knuckles, with rules never to be broken henceforth we were subject to authority.
Being raised up like this until the age where you are now to old to get hit, of course adding to that fact, the rules are set and the difference between right and wrong are inevitable enough you don’t step outside of the learning. But now for the people around you?
Oh bother. It’s never a pretty sight.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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. 🤪😮💨🫣☺️😬 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. . . “When you reach your goal, that’s when you die.”
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

The President of the United States of America, gave NASA go ahead to land on Mars at no cost, sending three top astronauts along with 5 crew members, to search for water.
Due to negligence, a blast sending RED DUST throughout the universe along with three astronauts, safely landing back on Earth, where three days later mankind is under attack.
FEAR IN THE SKY BEWARE THE NIGHT
Here we meet little SAROPHIA rescued by a bee harvester from the big city-she will end up saving his life along with the rest of humanity-with aid from TEN of the oldest stars from our heavens.
God be with us all.

My toes were in the water when I spied this tiny crab. Lol believe it or not…my mind sank down to my toes getting pinched! Of course I giggled these tiny crabs couldn’t hurt a fly. Besides, they were afraid of me.
While I was playing in the water the others were canoeing, not me…freaking rocking back and forth? No way was I staying. I got out. My fear of sharks happens to be grater than me. Oh bother.
The thought of swimming across to the island seemed quite appealing, but how would I get back?
Who are your favorite artists?
Isn’t that something else, art and artists…I know nothing about these things, though I have heard of Van Gogh, Michelangelo, Raphael, or is that a ninja turtle. Oh yeah, there’s Picasso, I don’t know artists or art, kind of funny I know art exists, and I know there are many artists and that’s all I know, who painted the Mona Lisa I don’t know who painted the ceilings in some of the very old churches, I don’t know, beautiful work though. it’s just not something that’s important to me, ever. What do they say? “It’s not my click.”
I just woke from a nightmare. Someone grabbed hold of me and was hurting me, so I bit their hand as hard as I could and they really hurt my right hand to the point I struggled to wake saying, “ow.” Then I was afraid to move for a bit, I was also afraid to look behind me above my head. So here I am awake wondering if I can think of any more artists than who I have, and I can not-rather my children. Wow they can look at something and draw it?, and it’s amazing, that is a talent that’s cool to have.
Halloween is coming soon and we have carving fun on pumpkin’s and my three artists are fantastic. So to answer your question…my favourite artists are my grown up adult children 😃 .
The End.
How often do you walk or run?
Walking and running eh…I walk around the house all day cleaning. Then on no school days we walk to the big store, about eight blocks, then walk around the store, cash out and depending on what we bought…we walk or taxi it.
Hmmm who are we? My grandchildren mainly the 8-year old. He is the one who every day asks, “gramma can we walk somewhere?” Well we do or we don’t-depending on how long I was standing on my feet.
But when we go out to play…You will here one of them call, “gramma run with me.” Lol. He will take my hand and run holding mine, where I do my best as I giggle.” It’s a 16 second blast as fast as I can go, which is not fast at all, I have this fear now, a phobia of falling down<>>>gosh darn it lol. My running days are almost gone 🤨 but I love walking.
The End.
WHAT COUNTRIES DO YOU WANT TO VISIT
Hmm, to visit others countries? Yeah I don’t want to visit other countries. Quite honestly I don’t want to visit any other country, I have this safety feature going on in my head all the time<>so boring, I don’t even think about leaving my country, to busy living life and having fun.
When I was very young I thought about seeing the PYRAMIDS due to the fact that I have a great fascination with rocks. I can’t even walk down the sidewalk without searching the ground for some tiny shiny pebble, stone, rock or bolder!
When I was a kid, I had this urge to go to AFRICA just to see the people-the way they dress with markings on their faces and to watch them dance in circles, or lines using spears to show their kill of the day and now everyone could eat. But then . . .But then they eat people!>>>I said I was very young. Still, my desires faded away leaving me happy to see them on the television and safe from wild animal attacks.
I once has this thrill to go to BETHLEHEM or JERUSALEM, ISRAEL even, just for the way they lived and the bible days seemed quite interesting, the land of sand. But I was young and had strange beliefs of being closer to GOD. Then I found out God is everywhere and I need not leave.
INDIA, PAKISTAN, AFGHANISTAN-beautiful scenery, mountains, wow mountains. As a child I loved to climb, as a child I would have climbed as high as possible.
The world is full of amazing countries, but I would of had to of been born in them to be there. To visit a country now, to me, is dangerous. People are just to angry all the time now, and when people get angry innocent people get hurt or killed. Of course, this is all due to the fact that our countries are run by Tyrants, wanting. Leaving me, a STATISTICAL RETARD, always expecting to worst.
With my luck I will go and get eaten by a shark, or held ransom and we have no dollars, or suspected of being a spy or killed by a spider bite way down under-AUSTRALLIA you know or trampled by 80 wild kangaroos running from something bigger or just to get to the stream before all the water is gone.
I know, I know, I’m foolish. But when you hear, and you read, and you see on the NEWS all this disturbing dangers of the world . . .Then hit with covid, I have no wanting’s to visit any countries but on the Television, where they show you ONLY THE BEAUTIES of lands across the seas and oceans.
So this- what countries do you want to visit-is not a fun question to ask me, for you readers-who I love so much for reading and liking my stuff, I humbly APPRECIATE and thank-you greatly with honor and respect.
THE END
Shit, I won’t even go to FLORDIA, they have crocodiles! Freaking Garden Pests.
WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF
My favorite thing about myself is the way I can get things done when they need to be done, in a quick sufficient way. Everything sparking clean, and feed you on the spot, should you just walk in. <<<>>>What a load of crap that was. I actually don’t know, I’m always complaining about myself.>>>I don’t know this, I don’t know that, I can’t stop eating. This hurts, that hurts my clothes are getting to small and can’t I find shoes that don’t hurt my toes!>>>Oh but wait. Why does it have to be favorite?, and not just like. What do you like about yourself?
What I like about myself is the very fact that I can come up with a story about ANYTHING! You name it, I will create a story about it. <<<>>>Of course I would need to look-up something I know nothing about first, then hem and haw about it for a bit then raw-who story time :). Oh, but then :0. . . It will be a scary story, 😦 . . .I don’t know (nice), though I do know what it is to be nice. <>Furrowed brow-I was not raised nice, so nice, is an extremally hard thing to put into my written stories. So right now I am still thinking, what’s your favorite thing about yourself?
My mind! My mind. It’s always thinking, It makes me laugh at times where I’m rolling on the ground<<>>Yes even in public. My mind just never stops giving me the ability to create. I’m never alone. Nothing really never matters because my favorite thing about myself is that I am always walking and talking to GOD. And NOBODY can and will ever change my belief in our LORD GOD. Not even this Jesus person, and believe me when I tell you, I have asked and argued with God asking for forgiveness for not believing in a Jesus. <<<>>>Is he not a symbol?
Did our GOD tell us . . .NO SYMBOLS BEFORE ME? (Thunder bolts & Lightening.)
This is way out of control . . .What’s your favorite thing about myself?
Maybe it is the true fact that I am kind to people. :0! Oh wait no, no, no! some people scare me and I will cross the street. AW . . .I know what it is, My favorite thing about myself is that I can HEAL. I am a healer in this life, though it is not at will, it is however the will of our LORD. I can heal and I can save. I am . . .was a HERO. Now I’m old. But still remains the fact that I was and I did hero & heal.
So LMAO . . . sorry boys and girls, you had to go through all that to get to what’s my favorite thing about myself lol. Is that I’m a good person. PHEW.
People shouldn’t ask me, about me. I don’t know about me, I was diagnosed with having a triple personality, and believe you me . . .I just play along.
THE END 😉 or is it. . .yeah, it has just dawned on me the question was/is, what’s YOUR, favorite thing about Yourself, not myself. So what is your favorite thing about yourself! Oh bother. I could have been hanging clothes. Now back to work.
The Flask drinkers one would say, are a thing of the past, back far enough people have probably never heard of them. Do they even exist anymore? Hopefully a hand full will be sufficient and they are needed now.
The ground, in the Front Street Cemetery split apart releasing a curse from the 1600s. Thousands will parish if this nefarious old thing of a man escapes.
Flaskdrinkers are needed. If there are any to be found how would one go about finding one? God help us all.
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