Friday, December 17, 2010

SILENT NIGHT...A #Fridayflash

 Yes I know it has been awhile since I posted a #fridayflash, so I figured I better get on the ball.  This is one I have been thinking about for along time.  Hope you enjoy.


   9 MONTHS!!! 9 DAMN months without a peaceful night's sleep.  Well that ends tonight.  From here on out there will only be Silent nights... No phone calls at through out the night, waking me up.

   I can't believe the one time I go to a club in 2 years HE has to be there.

   The night started off great.  I got to the club before the dance contest started, and got a good seat at the rail to watch it from.  I got to visit and dance with all my old friends and students.  To top it all off the couple that won was the ones I use to coach.  It would have been a perfect night to remember, if it hadn't been for him.

   I ran into him on the way to the Ladies room at the break during contest.  I recognized him as one of the customers from the video store I manage.  He was out with some people from his work.  Just my luck they decided to try out the new club that night.

   He was surprised to see me on that side of town.  He was also surprised I could dance, drink something stronger than diet coke and didn't spend all my time working.  There is a lot about me he didn't know and never will.  But he thought he knew me. He thought just because I was polite to him, I was a push over, afraid of my own shadow.  He didn't know shit.

   That first night he called my home and asked if I knew who he was, he thought I didn't remember him just because I didn't know his name.  I knew who he was alright.  I never forget a face or a voice.

   The only thing I didn't know was how he got my phone number.  I never give out my last name at the store.  Then I found out that Jason told him my name, when he stopped into the store.  It just never occurred to Jason I might not want everyone knowing my name.  We live in a small town and I am the only M. Lane listed.  Thank goodness I don't list my address in the phone book.

   He thought he was safe.  It never occurred to him that I knew who he was when he would call at 12:30...2...3...5:30 in the morning.  That damn ringing jarring me out of a dead sleep, night after night.

   Then last Friday he comes into the store while I was there to rent some movies.  I guess he figured because of the after Thanksgiving crowd, I wouldn't notice him.   Wrong again.  I saw him when he came through the door.  There isn't much I don't notice. 

   He was so careful not to look at me, and to stand in the check out line the furthest away from mine.  But as busy as we were I kept an eye on him.  The minute he walked out the door I ran a copy of his rental receipt.   Gotcha!!!

   I wish I could have seen his face when he called at 4:30 in the morning and said “Do you know how I am...”  I said “ Of course I do...By the way how did you like the movies 'Disturbia' and 'Nuts' “  Perfect choices for that creep.

   For once he was speechless.  What no obscene words, no in depth description of body parts .... just blissed silence as he hung up quickly on me.  But he was too late.

   YOU HEAR THAT YOU CREEP.  TOO LATE.  9 MONTHS too late Mr. Stephen Crumb of 1239 Hawthorn Street.  Tonight I have one last surprise for you.

   You know it is amazing what you can learn from the movies....

Siiilent night, unhoooly night,   Alllll is calm....

©2010 Pamela Jo

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Night of the Hunter's Moon...

   Welcome to a combination #fridayflash and Roh Morgon's Monster Mash blogfest post.  This is the first time I have entered a blogfest.  But I have a soft spot for monsters, especially this time of year. I mean what is October without Dracula, Frankenstein and pals.  That is like Christmas without Santa and his elves.  And I'm pretty sure that's illegal.


Night of the Hunter's Moon....

  The light from the Hunter's Moon bathed the old Victorian house on the dead end road at the edge of town. All the rooms downstairs were lit by the flickering of gas lights and candles.  Through the windows the women inside could be seen hurrying around getting ready for the  party.

  “Now remember when Vlad get here, DON'T mention anything to do with Hollywood this year.” Broom-Hilda said as she arranged the hors d'oeuvres .
The young ghost setting the table asked. “Why ever not?”
“Oh, that's right. You weren't around at last years party.” Frank's wife said as she gave her hair a quick glance in the mirror. “Well, someone mentioned that horrid new Underworld movie and Vlad went into a rage. He went on about how Hollywood never gets anything right.  Everyone KNOWS that he, Vladamir Dracul, was the first and most powerful vampire.”
Broom-Hilda took up the story, “He raged on and on how the monsters today.... Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, and that one in the hockey mask ... Jason Voorhees where just glorified Zombies made up by men with computers. They would never stand a chance back in Transylvania. How this younger generation has no respect or manners. They don't even wait to be invited into a house.”

  “Broomy,” Ilona interrupted, “You are talking with your wand again. You have spilled half the snails and toad hoppers on the floor.”
“Oh brother. Get back here.” Broom-Hilda quickly waved her wand at the hors d'oeuvres headed to the open door.
“Well I think a lively discussion helps make an interesting party.” ghost said, as she floated back to admire her handiwork.

  Mo'r, the older of the two banshees overheard her comment and called through the kitchen doorway, “ are new. Vlad is anything but Lively. He flew into such a rage, we had to nail him into his coffin. He was determined to fly to California and turn the City of Angels into the City of the Dead. Though with some of those people, I don't think anyone would know
the difference. I can't find any more type O blood.”
Broomy yelled back, “It's in the cellar next to the eye of newt. ”

  There was a howl at the door and Lupa hurried in. “Sorry I'm late I had to send Wolfy a howl-mail to come through the western woods. The townspeople are watching the roads.” She gave Broom-Hilda a quick hug, “Missed you at bridge.”
Broomy returned the hug and explained, “I had to attend the Fairy Tale Villain's dinner. I swear if I had heard Fe Fi Foo Fum just one more time I was going to turn that blasted giant into a beanstalk and chop him down myself. I can't believe I fell for those smooth talking Brothers Grim.”

  Countess Bathory came in and place the new decanter of blood in the bar. “Broomy there is the most horrible racket coming from the brambles in the back. It sounds like Ramses.”
Broom-Hilda turned to her sister, “Helga, you did remember to turn off the no trespassing spell didn't you?”

  Helga's eyes flew open wide and she sprinted for the door yelling, “Hold on Ramses...I'm coming.”
The Countess laughed, “I take it that is a no. You better send someone out with a robe. You know how bad he got tangled up last time.”
Honora the youngest banshee grabbed up a robe threw an “I'll do it”, over her shoulder as she headed through the door, running so fast her white hair streamed behind her like a wild mustang at full gallop.
The other ladies laughed and turned their attention back to the decorated room to admire their handiwork. “Well, I guess that's it.” Lupa said as she picked up the chair Honora in her haste had knocked over.

  Glancing out the window she announced, “Here come the men.”
Broom-Hilda led the others to the hall and threw open the door to Frankenstein, The Wolf man, and Count Dracula. “Welcome, Welcome. Come right on in the party is ready to start.”
Vlad handed Broom-Hilda his cloak and informed her the invisible man and Mr. Hyde were on the road behind them. He then kissed his brides hello and followed the others into the dinning room.

  Mr. Hyde hurried up the walk talking to the air beside him. He handed over his cloak and hat, and headed toward the others.
Before the Invisible Man crossed the hall, Broom-Hilda stopped him and held up two wristbands, “Griffin. Please be so good as to wear these. The ladies want to see where your hands are.” She quickly hung up the cloaks and followed him.

  As she entered she announced to the room, “Everyone, Please, have a drink. Don't worry about anything. We have plenty of coffins and beds for everyone. ...Ah, the band has started to play in the courtyard. Feel free to grab a partner and dance. We hired the “Crypt Kicker Five.”
Lupa grabbed the Wolf man, “Come on Wolfy, let's let the fur fly!” She dragged him to the courtyard behind Frank and his wife. Griffin was dancing with Mo'r, his wristbands glowing in the moonlight.

  Ramses, in the borrowed robe, led Honora to the floor, much to her delight. Dracula was dancing with all three of his wives. Mr. Hyde threw an arm around Broom-Hilda and pulled her onto the floor. The party was off to a smashing success.
   At a break in the music Boris and Igor burst into courtyard, “Sorry we're late but we just came from seeing that new Saw movie and...” Boris's voice faded off as Dracula's eyes started to glow red.

   Frankenstein shook his head and said, “I'll get the nails.. .”

©2010 Pamela Jo

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Exploring new worlds...#fridayflash

Exploring new worlds...#fridayflash

Update 09022010- Planet Inter findings;

   This is a brief report on our findings on Planet Inter.  After spending 6 months in the targeted excavation areas.  We have been able to uncover written records and materials from the planet's population's first few thousand years.  But only a few scattered written records after that period.
  While there is an indication that the people on this planet survived for an additional 2 to 3 thousand years, there do not seem to be any type of recorded records of these last centuries. This has caused us to speculate that some vast calamity must have occurred around 02020 their time.  Dr. Redos has speculated that some vast communal disease must have occurred to the population of the planet.  He is not sure if the disease affected the neurological or muscular systems of the populous.  What is certain is it caused the populous as a whole to decline to the point of effecting  the abilities to record a written message.  Dr. Redos stated while it is possible that they might have been able to communicate by the use of a signal system,  the finer motor skills were no longer functional.
   The target areas seem to be where the population was brought together to try to contain the contamination.  Some of these camps seem to have held millions of inhabitants.  We have found bits of plastic, metal and glass objects in every habitat in these camps.  This fact  has lead us to believe the devices may have  used for a type of treatment or try to sustain the life of the victims.  
   Since no written records have been found for this time period in these locations, we can not find a cause for the contamination, or what treatments where being tried.
   The teams are taking extreme precautions in the effort to make sure no contamination is picked up from these sites.
   We are planning to send search teams out to the countryside surrounding these camps starting tomorrow.
   They sound be reporting back to us within the month.  Updates will be sent and the information comes available.
Commander S. Vaio
Planet Inter Discover Team

Update 09022011 – Planet Inter findings;

    The search teams have returned from their first excursion to the countryside.  They were able to find additional  information regarding what may have happened to the planet's population.
   The teams brought back written records that post date the last ones found in the camps.  Our researchers are currently analyzing them and will be forwarding their report to you soon.
   Ms. Appeal, the head of the search teams said they found the records in remote quadrants of the countryside.  Perhaps these people were nomads trying to hide from the plague that griped the camps.  The wittings refer to these areas being free on the contamination located in the camps.
   We hope to froward a report from the researchers soon.

Commander S. Vaio
Planet Inter Discover Team

Update 09022012- Planet Inter findings:

   The researchers been able to interpret some of the records found by Ms. Appeal's teams.
   We have learned that apparently the camps were know as cities.  Quite a few of the writings make note of the inhabitants being glad they did not have to live in the cities.  This seems to support the theories that these people were avoiding the contamination of the cities.
  The writings make note of the possibility that there were a group of viruses that made up contamination in the camps or cities.  The records make reference of not have the viruses that they called HDTV and DSL in these areas.  These viruses were apparently spread by the means of something called the internet.   The records also speculated on how long it would be before these areas would contain the viruses as well.
   Dr. Redos has yet to find out whether the viruses were neurological or muscular.  But the records indicate the viruses could cause a 'hard drive failure that caused a catastrophic lose of information'.  That would seem to point to more of a neurological condition, but it is not conclusive.  He is hopping to uncover additional information from further excavations.

   Dr. Mac has included in this report the requested image of the devices found in the habitats of the cities.

Commander S. Vaio
Planet Inter Discover Team

        We found these devices in all sizes.  Some small enough to be hand-held  for traveling.


©2010 Pamela Jo

Thursday, September 2, 2010

I died once...

   I died once.  I was just a few months old.  My mother and I were staying at her parents home, when I became sick.  I stopped breathing and turned blue.  They say I swallowed my tongue.  Though I don't know how I could have done that.  My eyes rolled up into my head and I went limp.
   My grandfather was an ex-marine and he took charge.  He swept me up into his arms and carried me outside away from the women.  No one knows exactly what he did.  But he brought me back to this world.
   When we came back in.  I was soaking wet and screaming at the top of my lungs.  My mother and grandmother said it was the sweetest sound they had ever heard.
   When asked what happened all my grandfather would say is he pulled my tongue out of my throat and threw a bucket of cold water on me to shock my system.  I don't know if he told them everything.  He always tried to protect us from the ugly parts of this world.
   They say when you die and come back, you bring something of the other side back with you.  I couldn't tell you if that were true.  I was too young to know what was normal and what was not.  It was all normal for me.
   As I grew I started to realize I could tell when things were going to happen, like when it was going to rain.  I would smell and feel the rain coming, even on  a bright sunny day.  My friends and I would be playing when I would announce we need to head back to the house before it started to rain.  They would laugh and point out there was not a cloud in the sky.  It is coming within the hour, I would say.  And it did.  The weatherman was right 60 percent of the time, I was right 100 percent.  I didn't know why I could feel the rain on a clear day or not feel it on a cloudy day.  I just could.
   I also had knack of getting along with all kinds of animals.  Even the dangerous dog that was tied up by the shortcut home.  No one could get near him.  I could.  I would look him in the eyes and talk to him.  He would listen.  I would pet him and tell him to let my friends pass.  He would lick my hand and step out of the way.  Some people have said it was because I showed no fear that he allowed me near.  Maybe so, or maybe he understood me.  You would have to ask him.
   He wasn't the only one.  A friend and I went to one of her friend's house.  She had a cat who would not go near anyone by her owner, not even the girl she had lived with for the first 8 weeks of her life.  While we were all sitting at the table, the cat creeped into the room,  jumped up in my lap, licked my hand and went to sleep.  The owner was amazed.  Dogs in a frenzy would stop and listen to me, when they would ignore their owners.  Animals in the woods would come close and sit by me.  I don't know why, they just would.
   As I grew older I noticed other things.  I could tell when someone was upset by their voice over the phone.  But I have been told others can do this too.  That it is because on the tension in the voice.  Maybe it is.
   After a while I didn't need to hear them to know if something was wrong.  All I had to do was think of them.  I knew what someone was doing and thinking.  I didn't even know myself how I did this.  It would just pop into my head when I thought about them.  I would call them and find out they were thinking about me. 
   I could tell the sex of the unborn child of a friend.  I was more accurate than a sonogram, but only with people I knew.  I could not walk up to a stranger and feel the child's sex.  At least not yet.
   I never knew this was unusual.  I thought everyone could do these things if they tried.   To me this came naturally.  Maybe it was because my great grandfather was one of the most powerful Medicine Man of all the Cherokee tribes. 
From Cherokee Museum
   But I didn't know this.  You knew, but you never let on.  You didn't want me to feel different from everyone else.  But I was different.

   Yes I died once, but I came back.

©2010 Pamela Jo

Friday, August 6, 2010

She thinks I love the garden...(A Drabble)

   She is probably in the rose garden.  I wish I was with her there.
   In the garden, everywhere I love I see my love.  The yellow roses that remind me of the simple yellow dress she wore the first time we meet.  The pale cream rose that perfectly matches her soft skin.  The pinks that remind me of the color that brushes her sweet checks. 
   And the red ... Ah the red that one is the shade of her soft lips.  That is what I miss the most.
   She thinks I love the roses ...But it's the gardener that I love. 

                             At the Front  by George Cochran Lambdin.

©2010 Pamela Jo

   This drabble is based on a painting by the American artist George C. Lambdin (1830-1896).  It is the second in a series of stories.  I hope you enjoy it.
   A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

He always loved the rose garden. (A Drabbel)

   He always loved the rose garden.  I feel so close to him here.
   I hope he is taking care of himself and will soon be home.  His last letter was full of the things he was keeping from me.  I could tell by the tone.  He doesn't want to burden me with the horrible details.
   War is so awful.  It is tearing apart our country and our families.  I pray everyday for it to end and his return.  I don't know what I would do without him.
    Oh, now look how I have crushed the rose, it is his favorite.

                             Rosy Reverie by George Cochran Lambdin

©2010 Pamela Jo

   This drabbel is based on a Painting by the american painter George C. Lambdin (1830-1896).  I hope you enjoy it.
    A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

Friday, July 30, 2010

E-Mail to Mom....

Dear Momma,
   Sorry I have not written I have been busy in the garden. I'm sorry I did not get the flowers planted in your garden in time this year.  I did however get the vegetables in and they are doing great.  It wont be long till we will have to pull out the canning recipes.  I can't wait to try Great Aunt Jean's tomato recipe.  It sounds delicious.
  This is great.  I still have a hard time believing I'm talking with you.  To think my little brother helped make the programing that makes this happen.  He told me they are really close to perfecting the voice over internet too.  I can't wait till I can hear everyone's voice again.
  Oh yes, he said to tell Mr. Bell thank you for the suggestion.  It was just what they needed.  It allowed them to get over the plateau they had reached.  He also told me to tell you they already have some researchers working on sending images as well as voice.  Wouldn't that be great, then I could see you as we talk.
   Let Mr. Jefferson know I was able to get a hold of his family in Virginia.  They said their computer has been down but it should be fixed by the end of the week and they would contact him then.
    I have so missed you, but I know you are catching up with all the family and friends there.  Tell all my cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents I said hello.  I miss you all and can't wait to see you.  Don't worry I am going to do as you asked and stay here until I'm called. 
   Well I've got to go for now I'll talk to you soon
Love always,
Your daughter

PS:  We were able to find that old fashion yellow rose that you wanted.  We all went out this weekend and planted at your grave.  Hope you like it.

©2010 Pamela Jo

Saturday, July 24, 2010

My First Drabble...

   Rayna from Coffee Rings Everywhere, dared everyone to write a drabble based on her picture.  I decided ever though I have never attempted a drabble I would try it.  I had so much fun writting it I think I will write more.
   A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words, no more no less.  Try it you might get hooked.

Here is my drabble....

I live in a temple, as it should be.  My ancestors have been worshiped since the beginning of time.

I have been adored and pampered by kings and rulers through out the world.  I have had my own servants and cooks.   I decide who I will favor with my attention.  Who will be allowed to wait on me.

I chose when, where and what I will eat.  I have crowds coming daily to see me. They call for my attention.  People of all ages try to  entertain me.

 I am cat.  I live in a temple, as it should be.

                                     This photo is by Rayna M Iyer
                                      of Coffee Rings Everywhere

 ©2010 Pamela Jo

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Books at Large...

   Welcome to Books at Large.  A place to read and discover.  Sit back and make yourself comfortable.  Pour yourself a hot cup of coffee or tea and explore.  I hope you enjoy your time here.