Valentine's and Loving things.

So it was Saint Valentine's Day and I bet you all dying to know how it went with my imagery boyfriend. Well, Batman and Sherlock Holmes were both busy being gay with Superman and John Watson (can you believe that they all went on a Double date without me. I was the one who introduced them to each other).  Great, I've just gave myself another fict idea that I will never get around to writing but now I have a fun idea to think about. Is it weird that my imagery boyfriends have my boyfriends of their own in my mind?

Seriously, I don't really see Valentine's as a big deal. Even if I did have a special someone, whose was real, I doult I would want to do something special especially since every other couple seems to be out at the same time.  Wouldn't any gift you gave them be cheaped? Also Valentine's is meant to be when you confess your love? The person you're in a relationship hopefully already knows that love them. That said, I would totally accept any chocolate they want to give me. Especially if they brought it today cause it's probably on sale.

I spent most of the day in bed with my usual lover. Yes, my laptop who has a escaped a name unlike Gerard Arthur (my middle-aged typewriter remember). I think I might have once named it. Have no clue what it name was. Been playing Facebook games whilst listening to CreepyPasta. I even started writing one. Not sure if it will work out well. But it there.

I have also been visiting my mistress again. It mistress right now as I'm not meant to be buying books. I recently brought books off Waterstones not thinking they would be coming till April. Well, some of them came this week. So now I have packages awkwardly lying in a pile on bookcase waiting to be dealt with. It shouldn't be so hard to avoid buying books. Maybe if I get into my head that I actually have no money in my bank as I really have to save for Flordia especially since I got the weirdest letter off Income Support where my money randomly lowers for a week and then rises tiny bit the next.

 I've been feeling rather tired lately. I've been having issues with the course thing I'm on. Life is diffcult.

I'm hopefully going to be building my bed next week as I'm off offically and also getting armchair in my room which is something I thought would never happen. I have to get my room ready though. I'm also a bit panicked about my reviews as I need two up this Wed and I haven't read them yet. But hear I did finish a book series this week so that is something.

That's enough about my love life. I shall write to you next week (which will hopefully have two book reviews). Now I'm off to read like the wind.

I took photos of that fallen tree today.

END IS NIGH!!! (and it has been for the past five hundred years)

So since the world is meant to end next Friday (21st December 2012), I thought I would write an end of the world story (sort of) and since Zombies is the favourite cause among the others on my college course. Also I do sort have got a plan if was zombies and I suppose in theory a virus could cause brain cells to die and cause crazed actions as attacking and eating people. (Also I need to stop using the word AND).
I'm frankly cynical about the world ending this year or the next as so many Americans seem to believe. Maybe its because I've already live through so many other "End of the Worlds". There seems to be at least one every decade since I was born or maybe the cold war. If there was some sort of disaster it will purely be coincidental. Maybe it only be America since that where the Mayas are from. My theory is that the Mayas either give up on a calendar that was hundreds years into the future or they died out before they could finish it. So blame the Spanish.

So I give you ZOMBIES!!!:

I walk slowly down the street, my bus was still ten minutes away. The street is quiet, nothing that shocking just usually there at least someone else waiting for the bus. Its last and only one that goes around the west villages from the town. I was sure I wasn't the only person who had gotten off here this morning. There still plenty of time. I'm just being paranoid. Seen too many horror films to trust silence fully.

Just my own gentle steps seemed to be the only noise. It kinda bugs me that I've started to hum by the time I'm under the shelter of the bus stop. I scan the street for any for sign of life. I known there's be people in the houses, but you just can't tell from the outside. I see a woman walking towards me. Even from a distance I can see her coat is stained. I stared at her openly, trying to figure out what the stain is due to my boredom and likely hood of never seeing this woman again. Dried mud. No dripped. Dried dirty water. Blood. No too much to be that. You're be dead if all that was your own.

I notice the woman is limping and her hair covers her face as she comes closer. I know the right thing is to ask if she okay, but my insight is to flee. Instead of doing either, I decided to ignore her, moving deeper into the shelter, and not bring attention to myself. I turn away from the women, her still coming closer and begin scanning the road for signs of the bus. I really hope its early for once. It probably be late, it always late.

I breath in the fresh air to almost vomit. There's a repulsive smell, similar to the one of the dead mouse my cat had hidden in the stair cupboard. It was maggot infested when we found it. However, this smell was worst. I look around the shelter looking for the source. The only unusually thing I see is the women. The bus stop had smelled fine yesterday. That can't be her, can it? Who could stand to smell that bad?

She walks by the shelter in front of me. Oh my god, it is her. I cover my mouth and nose in attempt to block the smell, it doesn't help. I stare at her urging her to just go on. She keeps walking slowly. Before stopping and turning as if confused. She sniffs the air.

Maybe it not her after all, but why did the smell get so worst if not. She walks into the other entry of the bus stop. She turns to me. She stops again. Her hands are state, filthy and defiantly covered in blood. Her nails are ruined, broken length wise and some are missing completely.

"Can I help you with something?" I ask hesitantly. "Are you okay?"  She doesn't replied but she begins to walk again. I move before she can touch me. She walks into the wall. She craws at it with hands. She begins to moan at it. I step back from her. There something clearly wrong with her. I grab my phone from my pocket to call an ambulance or something. 

I heard a motto coming, I'm hoping it the bus. I run out to the shelter and knocking over a man. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I say as I offer him my hand. He grabs onto it. I have him off the ground when bites me. I let go of him and he lands on the ground. I look my arm he's took a chunk out of fresh from my arm. I scan the road looking for help. I see a mass of people coming towards. My instinct is to run, I listen to it this time. 

I run to the opposite direction, thankfully I see my bus coming from that way. I bang on the door as it goes past me. The driver slams on the brakes and I pull the door open.t

"Just fucking keep going," I shout as the driver as I climb on to the steps. He looks at me as if I'm insane.

"Please I'm being chased and there no one else coming," I show him my bus pass even though he sees me everyday.

He finially starts going as the mad women from the shelter slams herself as the door he just shut. I can her teeth and there bloody. I gulp, falling into the front seat. I take in deep breaths trying to calm down. I feel hot and sweaty not from running. I look at my injured arm. The wound was full of pus, it was too soon for it to be inflected. Oh god that guy must have been ill or something. Fuck. I fill with panic. I have no idea what to do. I fight to keep my eyes open. I lose.

***

The bus is late again. I jump up and down trying to keep warm. It not working much, the cold has sceept into my bones. I keep jumping until I see the bus, I get my pass out now so I can just go straight to a warm seat in the back.

The driver just nods at me as I get in using my pass as a shield against eye contract. The bus only has a few people on it including a girl who passed out in the front seat. Probably just didn't get enough sleep the night before. I managed to get the seat that heater hides under. The bus is quiet is normal, slowly filling up with each stop. 

I stare out the window having forget to begin a book with me this morning. World around us is a story anyway. We soon leave the crowded sheets to the countryside that separates the town from the villages and farms. I'm just admiring the moon reflecting on the lake when I hear the scream of a women. I look up at the front to see my a girl attacking the back of the driver. Two men are trying to pull her off but its too late to stop the bus leaving the road heading straight to the lake. A scream leaves my throat even though I know its no good.

Yeah, never expect much from these blog written for stories. They can be rather forced. See you next week, as I have faith in us both to survive.

E-Readers (and why a Book spree means none for me)

You know how I said last week I was thinking of getting a Kindle. Yeah, thats not going to happen. Mainly because I went out and spent the cost of a kindle on books. Since last May I've start going through a phrase of just buying books in sprees. I can't just buy one.

However, this could just be that I always buy my books at a discount. Either they're on sale or second hand. Buying in mass, especially off the internet tends to be cheaper.

 Another reason I'm not getting a kindle is that the ebook are sometimes the same price as a physical book. Which I don't understand. Some of the cost of a paperback or hardback goes into the manfacture of the book, the cost of book to be transported to the store you buy it from. So the cost is justified for all physical books.

I know it will cost money to host the book on Amazon or whatever site you get the ebook from, but that can't be the same as making the book because then it wouldn't be worth it and all the books would be that much. Yet you still get ones at 99p. 

As a general rule, I don't trust technology. It always vulnerable. If I were to spilled a glass of liquid on a book I would be able to save it by dying out the pages carefully, a e-reader would be fucked. A book isn't just going to decided it won't let me read it, while technology can work perfectly one day and then refuse to function the next. This is the same reason I still buy cds when I can, and I was proved right when my ipod quit on me, conveniently right before Christmas two years ago. If I hadn't bought the CDs instead of downloading them, I would have had to buy them again. Great for YouMeAtSix, not so much for me.

Also the biggest thing against not getting one is I actually like be surrounded by books. I keep them, look at them in fondness. Also when are you going to stumble upon a ebook with the author's signature in it.

YOU CAN NEVER HAVE A SIGNED EBOOK. NEVER EVER!!!

Well, that was undue dramatics. I'm off to add to my alarmly increasing library.

BB:HALLOWEEN!!!

Hi, since Halloween is such a special occasion to me and I feel I've almost negated it on here, I thought it deserved a Bonus Blog (it also happens to be Wednesday, possibly thinking of posting regular posts on Wednesday, if it happens it'll be next year). My last one was actually high quality, which is a rarity with my Sat posts, so I shall try to continue the trend.

Inspired by my recent discovery of Creepypasta.com. I can not for the life of me actually remember how I stumbed on to it. It was possibly Youtube, but that doesn't sit right with me. Oh, spooky. By the way, you can find me as PhoenixAngel on it, only in the comments for the moment. Also stay away from the uncategorised section if its dark outside or on alone and like me have too active imagination sometimes. Though, still alive at the moment.

 I thought I do my hand at scary story for you all. I would just like to say that it been a while and I want to get back in the swing of these since my NaNoWriMo is horror related. Not telling till Saturday.

Story:

It was Halloween and April was stuck inside. She had the intention of trick treating, but this year the monster had brought a thunderstorm with them. It probably creating the most cliche possible setting for a horror story, April was just waiting for the power to go to out. It thankfully didn't.

Still April found herself staring out into the rain filled street empty of trick or treaters. Any of other night it would be a normal sight, this night it was extremely sad one for April. The only sign of what occasion it was, was the drowned out pumpkins and decorations that had been put out early. She gave a side glance at the pumpkin that shared the window with her. It crookly ginned at her, she still need more practice at craving them. But it was alright for her second attempt, she had only been allowed to crave her own lantern since the last Halloween.

Her mother hadn't trusted with her knife till the ripe age of 13. Her age was actually the main reason that the lack of Halloween activity saddened her. She was so close from leaving the age of acceptable trick or treating, well until she had kids of her own which should be a long time away. She really only had two more years until everyone would just make due with parties.

Halloween falling on a school night had mean all the parties had been. It kinda annoyed April that no one really made a proper effect to celebrate on Halloween unless its actually date fell on Friday or Saturday. She had though.

She sat wearing her costume, semi-concious of not rubbing her white make-up off. She had choosen to go that year as a bloody ghost as it was the only horror creature she had never been. She began to stare at the flashes of light, just willing the rain to turn off before its too late. It was half-past-seven and if it didn't turn off soon then they're would be no point going out. April sighed loudly.

"April, why don't you just eat our trick or treat sweets?" said April mother while watching the TV.
That was another thing that depressed April, they was not a decent horror film on. The only one she had found in the listing was one she seen, and it had been so crap that it wasn't even funny. She could go watch all the Cartoon specials but she had seen them all too and just didn't feel like it. She would rather watch the nightmare of a Halloween.

"Its not the same," April muttered. The joy of Halloween sweets was earning them by walking to all the houses in the local area, performing the trick of your choice and then sorting your haul to see what you got.

April knew exactly what they had in terms of candy, just the multi-packets and plain fruit. What April wanted was tabit or chocolate apple. Not toffee ones, they just hurt her teeth. Only the homemade was had good quality apples, the supermarket ones always just the bad ones. If she had known that there was going to be a storm, she might have tried making her own. Yet, she had no cooking chocolate in the house and the apples were bit rotten.

"Why don't you go read or something?"

"Good idea," April sounding almost cheerfully, before exiting the room. The night was about to get Only to come straight back with collection of Classic horror stories and took her place back at the livingroom window. April sat there very still reading, if anyone had past the window they would have thought that April was just a very realisic decoration and of course get a shock when the reading ghost turned the page of its book.

As tempting as is to end the story here, as a happy tale of how written horror saved the night. This is not where its ends otherwise itself would not be a work of horror.

As April was reading the thunder stopped, but not the rain. There would be no going out at all. April was no longer sadden by this, as she was lost in the haunting of an old mansion that had its inhabits spooked to the cores. She was interrupt with the flash of light outside before lights inside disappeared.

"Mum," April shouted in her presumption that her mother had turned the light off in exiting. April had been so in glossed that she didn't realised that TV had went off too. She turned back to the empty room as the lights flicked back on. Her mother must have wander off during an ad.

April look back at the street, it was in complete darkness. The street lamps were out. April was confused by this as the street lamps were meant to have a back-up generator.

As she scanned her neighbours windows for their power status. She noticed a figure walking along the street, she was shocked by this. 'You have be a nutter to walk in that,' she thought to herself. She continue to watch the hooded figure as it got closer to her house. Getting bored of their slow pace,she went back to her book, but the words seem bury now and she just couldn't make them out.

She rubbed her eyes and stood up from the window. She was probably just tired and going blind in her old age. She figured she probably tell her mother about it though. April was about to walk out the door when she heard a knock at the door. She was tempted to ignore it, but decided to answer thinking it would be petty important to be out this weather. 

The front door was in off side bit of the livingroom, it was cold and dark as the radiator was never switched on. April flicked the light on, but they refuse to come on. April felt a swell of panic inside her, she ignored it. She opened the door before she had the chance to freak out.

The door open revealed, a small boy dressed in black at the door.

"Trick or Treat," he whispered to the door. April stood and stared at the lone boy. His eyes and hair were covered by a hood. The skin visuable was pale white. April couldn't tell if it was make-up or from the cold.

"Do your parents know your out?" April ask sweetly. She figured the boy must have sneaked out, she had to admire his spirt for that, but he only six years and his parents must be worried about him. It might have been the wrong question to ask but too late.

The boy just smiled at April and said

"They're know where I am."

April bit her lip.

"I'm sorry, but I don't we have any sweets," Her brother had probably made off with them by now and were in the back of the house. It didn't seem right to leave the boy alone even for a second, however she didn't want to invite him in. "I don't think you're going to have much luck tonight. I think most people gave up with the rain."

"You're wrong, I'm sure I'll get my treat," the boy said in still a low voice. "Don't you want to go trick or treating?" He ask and held up his hand to April.

She look into the pale pam. She did want to go trick or treating. It suddenly felt like her last chance, as though there wouldn't be another Halloween...for her.

She took the boy's hand and went out with him. That was April's last Halloween. Her mother discovered her daughter's electrified body lying at the window. The thunder had turn to lighting and April had just been too close to the socket that was right to the window when it hit the house.

Though her neighbours did swear they gave sweets to a ghost that Hallows Eve.

The End

Oh, by the bye, I'm going as Death this year. Merry Halloween.