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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. 🤓 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.
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, “in 72 hours, blah blah blah.” 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, “I did it!” 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.
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.
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.
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?
BLACK CAT ON THE ROAD
I have seen a black cat on the road.
I was driving along when out of nowhere a Black Cat ran across the street in front of my vehicle. Of course this sent a shock wave through my body like someone dumped a massive tub of ice cold water on my hot head.
I did not kill the cat, I did not go off the road. But my face went from just being me to that of someone just jumping off a nail yelling no OUCH! But whispering, “awe a black cat.”
Then my mind spewed out superstitious quotes, “if a black cat walks in front of you, something bad will happen. If you walk under a ladder someone will get hurt. If you say Bloody-Mary three times in the mirror-she will get you and kill your friends.”
Then Still driving and thinking about that cat, my head followed this house at the end of the road. Well I could not help but to say, “That’s a stupid place to put a house. Anybody can drive off the road right into the living room or what ever it is.”
Then I thought a bit about the cat and thought, As if. No such thing. I continued onward to the store.
In the store I got what I needed paid, got back in my car and headed home.
Is it the end? NO On my way home lots of red lights and trucks and a police car or two? Were all outside that stupid home at the end of the street.
Did I do that? Was It The Superstitious thinking? Or was it that Black Cat on the road?
So am I superstitious? Na I walk under ladders SOMETIMES lol and the roads were icy that night, It was winter.
Oh yes, drop a fork a woman will visit, drop a knife a man will visit.
There is another saying but I can only remember the ending about kissing a fool. They are all old wives tales anyway or coincidences.
FINALLY PUBLISHED AND ON AMAZON KINDLE
Yup, that’s me. Finally published and on Amazon kindle.
Not really sure how to feel though, well not yet anyway.
Good luck-Bahahaha
The End.
Working on The Flaskdrinkers next.
HERE COMES ONE OF MY BOOK, SOON
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

HIGH NOON
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.

DAYS GONE BY
What historical event fascinates you the most?
Quite the question when so much has happened, what historical event fascinates you the most-there’s so much back there that has fascinated me, I don’t have a most.
To step back in time for several hours per century without dying in the process would be out of this world right? It would be groovy man. But at the same time during any of these Centuries, at what point in time do I stop. After all, a hundred years has many changes happening almost every ten years.
What is year one? Cavemen poking each other, carving out images on rock walls, grunting, inventing fire? I would really like to walk among the neanderthal just for a few hours. I love rocks. I love the forest, and sometimes I don’t feel like talking just poking and grunting.. I imagine the scenery was probably beautiful and fascinating to walk among with land mountains untouched.
Then the Mayans and Egyptians wow I wonder only because there were no trees with the Egyptians. It’s just all hot sand and the Nile river. It would be cool to see how they made pyramids, where they came up with massive stone. Whereas the Mayan were underground-was it cold, they were a smart people, they came up with a Calendar, and the Egyptians read the stars. It would be fascinating to spend time with each of these people without being murdered for any reason which would please their GODS.
The days of the Vikings and pirates living on the waters all the glories about the lands they got to see, that’s all fascinating, but I wouldn’t want to be there. I have this phobia about sharks. So as fascinating as I find the Vikings and pirates out on ships?, sharks!
Oh my gosh… Indians, and Cowboys! Geronimo, Pecos bill, to live in teepees, log cabins, to shoot arrows to ride bucking horses, learn how to make wigwam’s sing, like Pocahontas, ride with Doc holiday and the gang, robbing trains…an hour in each of their shoes as long as I wouldn’t get skinned alive or hung from the highest tree, it would be freaking awesome to dance around a fire and or brawl in a bar because they didn’t like my sing while laying on the piano. As for the clothes? Wow, the buck-skin the natives wore with their headdresses and beads so beautiful, and the dresses and funny feathered hats the women wore, with their tiny umbrellas as they walked through dirt down muddy roads, being covered with wet muck as the horses went galloping past. Yeah I would love to stay an hour each.
Then, what about hanging out with pretty boy Floyd or Bonnie and Clyde or Mad dog whoever he is, Casa Blanca, and all them bootleggers? I wouldn’t mind being there learning how to bootleg, well make it anyways. All the gagsters with their Gatling guns, gunning down whom ever they wanted, in black suits with black hats-say what are you playing at?
To be on the titanic what a fascinating boat they made that out to be, but I don’t want to drowned…oh, they built a ship titanic to sail the ocean blue and they thought they had a ship that the water couldn’t go through but the good Lord raised his hand said the ship will never land was sad when the great ship went down.. nope, no thanks, even though it was a fascinating time. Makes me actually think of Tom Sawyer and Mark Twain fascinating era in deed. But if I did spend time there, I would help Tom white-wash the fence, lol then go play. Rather get into trouble..
No wars for me ever, no slavery, no religion no breaking nations apart. None of that fascinates me interests me moves me, none of that. I don’t want to be among the pilgrims with the plague with killing off natives to steal their land. Nothing fascinating about that era. None of that should be in history or have happened but it has and I am not interested in ever visiting any of that ever unless of course…I could change it all. Bahahaha.
And cool Daddio Beatniks, snapping their fingers in stead of clapping, talking their talk with their poems, in beats and rhythm. A funny bunch these people were. I only got to witness this stuff on TV television programs-Beatniks’ we’re out there, way out there. Then you had hippies. I wouldn’t mind being a beatnik for an hour long as I didn’t get hurt or being a hippie for a while as long as I didn’t do drugs and die or get beat up by people who didn’t like hippies, or get caught up with Charles Manson and his followers.
Yeah, history is fascinating. History is a wonder…just seems that it’s all a creation from somebody seeing pictures on the wall for the early part of it, which of course causes one to question wanting to go see for themselves. It’s all amazing with glories and fascinating stories, I wouldn’t know where to go first with all these days gone by, same as what fascinates me the most?
The End.
History. It’s all a systematic study and documentation of the human past anyway so…Imagine if we were never told about all this past history, what then would be fascinating? 🤷♀️
FOOD DID SOMEONE SAY FOOD
What are your favorite types of foods?
Hmmm Food. I know there are people out there that which are afraid of food & hate Food, refusing to eat<>>>this is sad, causing death as an end result. But not me, if anything food could be the very thing that ends me.
I eat for the sake of eating. I love food, the flavours the aroma the amount! <>>> my eyes are bigger than my belly-is what my uncle would say.
Potatoes and gravy with peas and the meat-hamburger-ground steak. I’ve always loved hamburger and there are many ways to put it in foods using onions, spices and vegetables like tomatoes and macaroni>>>YUM or oregano with noodles and big-a-big a meatballs lol spaghetti. Or rice. Yeah, put spiced up hamburger in the rice then stuff it into coloured peppers<>>>So good. Or just a nice hamburger with your favourite toppings, tomato, pickles, onions and lettuce-the greener the better. I love hamburger with cobs of 🌽 lots of tasty corn.
Oh then there is HAM…I just can’t eat enough of ham when we have ham, for some reason or other ham does not fill me up. I love eating ham with mustard, sure I’ll take it with ketchup but I really prefer mustard. I haven’t had Ham for quite a while-price went skyrocketing , sad really-hardly seems worthwhile to pay over $40.00 to feed a family of 7 one muesli ham on the bone. While I’m a vicious animal that will eat the ham right off the bone. (My caveman days) I love those days-Bahahaha.
Soup and Stews. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum. I really enjoy making soups and stews, so healthy and delicious. I start with water. Then wash all the ingredients chopping them up then add all the spices that I love to swim off my tongue to my belly. “My father taught me to cook stews and soups, so easy and filling. Onion soup…😋
My Favourite types of foods, oh my. Bread!
I grew up eating bread. Seriously my mother came and took me away from my grandparents at the age of seven & 1/2. To live with six other kids, one a new born the other a baby in a crib. Shortly after we moved to a bigger place where breakfast was two slices of toast, lunch was two pieces of bread with peanut butter maybe a bowl of Libbys soup, and supper was two slices of bread with some potatoes, gravy, hamburger and peas or green beans or brown beans. Actually the gravy was hamburger meat mixed with flour and water and spices.
Easter we had ham, Christmas we had turkey in between we had hamburger or bologna or liver>>>Bahahaha. In which I learned to LOVE. <>>>six kids now seven with two adults (one sibling refused to leave our grandparents) <>>she probably had lots of food where we had to split ours, lol. Believe me when I tell you I sat in wait of the little ones to be full- but then lucky if I got it.
Dumpling are super delicious some people cook theirs with chicken, but I prefer with blueberries or strawberries or a fruit. So delicious it’s like cake sitting in a delicious cooked fruit. 👀 did someone say CAKE?
Oh my God I can eat cake until it comes out my ears-forget my belly! CAKE and chips. I love chips-potato chips. Bread and chips are my downfall, I’m just a big food-a-Holic. I trust this is from my childhood, always hungry with never enough food to go around for us older kids. We ran to school, ran home for lunch, ran back to school them home again until the next day! We, okay, I was hungry.
I love cheese. Cheese and grapes. Celery and cheese, cheese and jam, and Rhubarb I love my Rhubarb jam on toast, ice-cream or just be it’s self.
Favourite foods -eggs? I love eggs, eggs and brown beans with real ham not that processed stuff No processed foods at all. I love real foods. Yeah, that’s my favourite foods<>>>real food.
Bahahaha Bahahaha 😂 okay, I do love salads oh yes with dill dressing. Slurp.
Now I must go eat.
The End.
I have this phobia…is there enough food to go around, save me lots.
GRANDMA RUN WITH ME
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 DO YOU LOOK LIKE
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
Red flags in people causing me to retreat or tippy-toe out the door or across the street, or run away, their eyes…their face…their face with eyes. Their PERSONA!
Some personality traits will also be the way they TALK! – Some of the things they say cause me to heat up like I’m the red flag and all I can do is to calmly, wisely present myself in a fashion of unawareness before I leave. Then I talk my own head off to myself in hopes they don’t notice, or follow or anything. <>>> DOESN’T ALWAYS WORK THOUGH, freaking piss!
Let me tell you, one time at my mother’s home, one of my brothers was there with an actual KILLER. And I promise you, with everything in me, while we were playing cards, my brother introduced him to us.
Just his first appearance my red flag started waving. He had those eyes that kind of look right though you, his WHOLE PERSONA was wrong, I said nothing while being introduced, just raised my brows nodding. Maybe that’s what made him sit next to me.
But now let me tell you how safe I felt asking him Anything I wanted. 🤣 My MOTHER was at the table, she’s the one wanting to play cards…one wrong move from the guy towards me, my HERO MOM would’ve been on top of the guy. Bahahaha he would not have stood a chance, let alone the siblings’ attending the card game, the guy would have been toast. ☺️ some of my siblings LOVE starting a good fight. <>>>I hate any kind of violence what so ever. As the matter of fact I can not help myself but to stop it.<>>>? Don’t ask.
Anyway just his eyes and his persona and the safety I had all around me, caused me to react to this person in my mother’s home and with my brother’s.
Question 1. How’d you meet my brothers? The bar. 2. Oh, you live in Finch? No. I’m from out of town. 3. What, Chrysler, Berwick, Moosecreek, whatever else is around here? I came from TORONTO. 4. Toronto, what made you come all the way down here? I just needed some place to go.
Yeah now here we go…my siblings are now laughing, him too, asking me why am I asking him all these questions? Just play cards man and have fun. But question 5 had to be said my me. I didn’t give a shit, the guy was causing my skin to radiate or something? I had to ask…oh bother…are you a killer! I laughed loud! Everyone laughed even him, but he looked at me in silence for seconds first then said YES. Odd how my siblings found it all so funny telling me to stop teasing the guy like it was all a big joke. But inside I knew, and he looked at me from time to time like he knew I knew.
It was not long after that people were being robbed & killed around our little town. Then one day as I coming home from the bus stop and my children were just home from school, a strange car pulled into my driveway? Of course l started to run just in case it was someone I knew not wanting them to leave, but the closer I got, look who it was, that guy! My gut started eating me up inside but I had no time for that shit. My children.
I was probably 60 feet from him in my driveway and I started yelling with everything in me. What the hell are you doing here! Don’t get the shit out of that car! Does my brother know you’re here? How do you even know where I live?
He saw my EYES and maybe something else, he did not get out of the car, he only said, “I’m looking for Billy. He said to meet him here.” That was two wheel-barrels full of crap! My brother never comes to my home, we always see each other at moms’ house.
Shit wouldn’t you know it…me and my loudness brought my girls out. How did I know? I followed his eyes, prompting me to growl…GET THE JESUS OUT OF HERE NOW! I dropped my bags killing him with my, eyes, then I growled, I’m calling Billy right now. He left right away and I went in. Yes I called my brother. A month later he was in prison.
Lol nothing to do with me. Another elderly couple were stripped naked, tied up and left for dead in the dead of winter with the door wide opened just like the old man from outside the Finch area.
I don’t dare say his name, I have this Phobia lol. My brother is not Billy 🤷♀️ but I needed a name. So…What do you look like?
An Extremely True Story
The End
Oh wait a minute…something tells me I always get these prompts wrong or wonder way off track. But when you look at me with your eyes, your face and eyes…
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