Sunday Experiments (aka Scary Story Part 1)

Okay, here are some more pics I've been working on.

This one I took in my Financial Lit. class -- I was extremely bored.

This one I just think is cool-looking.

I'm almost done with my story. Yes, I still haven't finished it, but I will post what I have so far and try to post the rest tomorrow or Tuesday. So, here it goes.

I thought we were safe. He nearly destroyed me before, and now he set out to break me. Never give in; never give up hope. Keep your faith in the Coven. My mother muttered her last words to me as she lay dying with a knife in her gut in the middle of the street. I was only ten years old. Now, my son may have be the one to see me murdered in cold blood.
They lied to me. They said my mother’s killer had been caught, and that there was no reason to be scared. We’ll even put you into a Witness Protection Program if it will make you feel better they told me. Now, nearly seventeen years I’ve been in hiding. Somehow, he escaped, and somehow, he found me.
Earlier today, something seemed to be off. My instincts were more alert and more attentive than normal. I couldn’t help but be paranoid. Kyle was at school, and I was the only one home. So, why was I feeling like I wasn’t the only one in the living room? I looked around. Was that shadow in the corner by the bookcase breathing?
I pushed myself off my couch to look. The closer I inched toward the bookcase, the more I wished I had a baseball bat. I had almost made it to where I could see the entire corner. Ding! Ding! Ding! The clock on the wall struck three; time to pick up Kyle.
While I drove, the thoughts of my mother wouldn’t stop overshadowing my mind. I remembered that within the last days I saw my mother alive, she was in a state of never-ending panic. She was on her guard, jumping at every noise that seemed to be out of place. The Coven warned her too late. There wasn’t enough time to evade her assassin; she couldn’t protect herself.
Is someone after me? I asked myself. Had my mother’s killer become free and come back to finish his work? I had to convince myself that this wasn’t the case; I had taken extra precautions to keep my son and me safe. There was no reason to think that I was going to be hunted down.
When my car pulled me in front to the elementary school, I saw Kyle hiding behind a tree. I turned off the ignition and walked over to him. Honey, what’s the matter? I asked him while stroking his dark hair. Mommy, he started there’s been a man following me around all day. He was by the bike rack when you dropped me off. Then I saw him by the fence at recess. Now, he’s in the car behind you.
My heart stopped for a full five seconds. I turned behind me to see a lanky, bald man sitting in a jeep behind my VW convertible bug. This was the same man that had gone to jail for murdering my mother, and he was now twenty feet away from my son and me.
Without saying anything, I pushed my ten-year-old toward the school. We need to stay in a public place, were my instincts. He wouldn’t dare hurt us in front of all these students and teachers. As we walked into the school, I found a janitor’s closet and led Kyle in through the door as I followed.
Mom, that’s him isn’t it? Kyle said quietly. Trying to hide my fear, I only nodded. Mom, what are we going to do? I shook my head. All I knew was that most of my options were sure to lead me to the place I didn’t want to go—death. What could I possible do? Kyle suddenly spoke up, giving me a possible solution to the crisis.
You need to contact them, Mom. It’s not their fault grandma died. They tried to help save her. My ten-year-old kid admitted what I had refused to acknowledge for the past seventeen years. You’re right, but the only way I can contact the Coven is through that Latin book that’s in my bedroom. Kyle looked at me. This might be the only way to save you, mommy. We need to get that book. I sighed.
Not wanting to prolong the inevitable any longer, I open the closet door slowly. Not sensing any threat, I grabbed Kyle by the hand and moved by a window to where I could see my car.
The jeep was still there, but the man wasn’t. I looked everywhere my vision permitted me to, but he was nowhere in sight. This was our chance; we had to run.

TO BE CONTINUED...

It Only Took Me a Month

Finally, I have figured out a way to put my photo's on this computer without uploading the software. Our CD player has some issues, and it wouldn't ever read the software disk. But, (haha!) I found a way around it. I put the photos on a different computer and use a USB jump drive to transfer them. Ha... I'm smart. So, I'll post some pictures for ya that I've had a chance to take.

More Proof

Check out this awesome article about Mormons. Thank you Grandma for sending it to me! :)

Paul Allen is the owner of the Seattle Seahawks, the ones who played the Pittsburgh Steelers for the Super Bowl. He is also the owner of the Portland Trail Blazers NBA basketball team and is co-partner with Bill Gates in Microsoft. He wrote this editorial in the Santa Clarita, California newspaper.

Subject: An editorial on Mormons - Santa Clarita ,CA

I have heard and seen enough! I have lived in the West all my life. I have worked around them. They have worked for me and I for them. When I was young, I dated their daughters. When I got married they came to my wedding. Now that I have daughters of my own, some of their boys have dated my daughters. I would be privileged if one of them were to be my son-in-law. I'm talking about the Mormons. They are some of the most honest, hardworking people I have ever known. They are spiritual, probably more than most other so-called religious people I have encountered. They study the Bible and teach from it as much as any Christian church ever has. They serve their religion without pay in every conceivable capacity. Not one of their leaders, teachers, counselors, Bishops or music directors receive one dime for the hours of labor they put in. The Mormons have a non-paid ministry - a fact that is not generally known. I have heard many times from the pulpits of others how evil and non-Christian they are and that they will not go to heaven. I decided recently to attend one of their services near my home to see for myself. What a surprise! What I heard and saw was just the opposite from what the religious ministers of the day were telling me. I found a very simple service with no fanfare. I found a people with a great sense of humor and a well-balanced spiritual side. There was no loud music. Just a simple service, with the members themselves giving the several short sermons. They urge their youth to be morally clean and live a good life. They teach the gospel of Christ, as they understand it. The name of their church is "The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints". Does that sound like a non-Christian church to you? I asked them many questions about what they teach and why. I got answers that in most cases were from the New Testament. Their ideas and doctrines did not seem too far fetched for my understanding. When I read their "Book of Mormon" I was also very surprised to find just the opposite from what I had been told I would find. Then I went to another church's pastor to ask him some of the same questions about doctrine. To my surprise, when he found out that I was in some way investigating the Mormons, he became hostile. He referred to them as a non-Christian cult. I received what sounded to me like evil propaganda against those people. He stated bluntly that they were not Christian and that they did not fit into the Christian mold. He also told me that they don't really believe the Bible. He gave me a pile of anti-Mormon literature. He began to rant that the Mormons were not telling me the truth about what they stand for. He di dn't want to hear anything good about them.

At first I was surprised and then again, I wasn't. I began to wonder. I have never known of a cult that supports the Boy Scouts of America. According to the Boy Scouts, over a third of all the Boy Scout troops in the United States are Mormon. What cult do you know of that has a welfare system second to none in this country? They have farms, canneries and cattle ranches to help take care of the unfortunate ones who might be down and out and in need of a little help.

The Mormon church has donated millions to welfare causes around the world without a word of credit. They have donated thousands to help rebuild Baptist churches that were burned a few years ago. They have donated tons of medical supplies to countries ravaged by earthquakes. You never see them on TV begging for money. What cult do you know that instills in its members to obey the law, pay their taxes, serve in the military if asked and be a good Christian by living high moral standards? Did you know that hundreds of thousands of Mormon youth get up before high school starts in the morning to attend a religious training class? They have basketball and softball leagues and supervised youth dances every month. They are recruited by the FBI, the State Department and every police department in the country, because they are trustworthy. They are taught not to drink nor take drugs. They are in the Secret Service - those who protect the President. They serve in high leadership positions from both parties in Congress and in the US Senate, and have been governors of several states other than Utah. They serve w ith distinction and honor. If you have Mormons living near, you will probably find them to be your best friends and neighbors. They are Christians who try to live what they preach. They are not perfect and they are the first to admit this. I have known some of them who could not live their religion, just like many of us. The rhetoric which is spread around against them is nothing more than evil propaganda founded in untruths. (Others) had successfully demonized them to the point that the general public has no idea what they actually believe and teach. If you really want to know the truth, go see for yourself You also will be surprised. When I first moved here some 25 years ago there were five Mormon wards in Santa Clarita. Now there are 15. They must be doing something right.

Paul Allen - Santa Clarita

What Inspiration?

So... I am sitting in my newspaper class right now. I'm supposed to be writing articles, but I have the excuse not to right now. I'm basically just sitting here at my computer with the stupid cursor blinking at me and mocking me. I want to keep it moving because then it won't judge me if I stop to think about something I need to write. So, sadly, my goal right now is to keep this cursor moving as much as possible so it won't give me a guilt trip. If your asking why I titled this bloger "What Inspiration?" you know why now. I'm using the lame inspiration of this cursor to keep me going.

I was thinking about writing a scary story sometime soon. I have an idea, but I just have to decide how I would like to execute it.

I vote this blog as the most horrible thing anyone feels obligated to read. All those in favor of this motion? (gavel hitting on a hard, wooden surface) Agreed. As punishment, put some decent effort into the things people have to read!