Another story by me. Iām sure the cover will be different. But should you wonder to close to a certain cemeteryā¦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 āIā in we, and I have a story too, and you can read it in this book. When you want something you canāt 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. š„³
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 childrenās 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. Didnāt 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. Iām 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. š¤ 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. Iāve 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 thatās the case I donāt want that mission I donāt 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. š 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 tellā¦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 donāt step outside of the learning. But now for the people around you?
Oh bother. Itās 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.
Yup, thatās 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.
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. š¤Ŗš®āšØš«£āŗļøš¬ 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, Iām having my first book published very soon itās 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. . . āWhen you reach your goal, thatās when you die.ā
I DONāT WANT TO DIE! š
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 Iām never gonna die. I donāt think Iām ever gonna reach that goal. š
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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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.
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What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.
The writing industry is a very tight organization to get into or knowing the right people helps a lot. Otherwise unknown wannabesā sit on the sidelines wishing for any chance to get their work even looked at.
Now, if it were guaranteed, I get the chance at making an attempt producing one of my stories, I would start with-
āTHE FLASK DRINKERSā
In the 16th century a curse was placed in holy ground, as long as there were Flaskdrinkers the curse would remain forever underground. This is the year 2023, people have changed, talks about this curse are no longer a myth, no longer remembered, and no longer in the ground.
It would be a very scary movie for some people, especially the people not liking graveyards. while others would find this right up their ally and talk about it for a few days. Actually a movie they would never forget. It certainly put the fear into me while writing it, lol. <>>>Truth. What can I say. I actually phoned up my boss telling her I know itās late but I also know you are up, Iām scared. Oh botherā¦she laughed talking me back to reality.
Then if guaranteed, guaranteedā¦I would continue producing my other stories especially āBUZZERā where we will have Season 1 episode 1.
This is one attempt at a guaranteed thing I would try without failure, then live happily ever after.
The End
Just beware the sky and stay out of the night.
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 eyesā¦their faceā¦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 Iām 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 donāt notice, or follow or anything. <>>> DOESNāT ALWAYS WORK THOUGH, freaking piss!
Let me tell you, one time at my motherās 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 thatās what made him sit next to me.
But now let me tell you how safe I felt asking him Anything I wanted. š¤£ My MOTHER was at the table, sheās the one wanting to play cardsā¦one wrong move from the guy towards me, my HERO MOM wouldāve been on top of the guy. Bahahaha he would not have stood a chance, let alone the siblingsā attending the card game, the guy would have been toast. āŗļø 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.<>>>? Donāt 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 motherās home and with my brotherās.
Question 1. Howād you meet my brothers? The bar. 2. Oh, you live in Finch? No. Iām 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 goā¦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 didnāt give a shit, the guy was causing my skin to radiate or something? I had to askā¦oh botherā¦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! Donāt get the shit out of that car! Does my brother know youāre 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, āIām looking for Billy. He said to meet him here.ā That was two wheel-barrels full of crap! My brother never comes to my home, we always see each other at momsā house.
Shit wouldnāt you know itā¦me and my loudness brought my girls out. How did I know? I followed his eyes, prompting me to growlā¦GET THE JESUS OUT OF HERE NOW! I dropped my bags killing him with my, eyes, then I growled, Iām 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 donāt dare say his name, I have this Phobia lol. My brother is not Billy š¤·āāļø but I needed a name. Soā¦What do you look like?
An Extremely True Story
The End
Oh wait a minuteā¦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 eyesā¦
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