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Part 2—Victorian Underground

 

Part two, of my Victorian Underground. I’m not sure where it’s going yet, and I don’t like to put stories under genres because I don’t want to create any kind of expectations for the reader. Like most of my stories it may be getting away from me and becoming a longer endeavor than I meant it to be, but I’m going to go with my muse for this piece and resist cutting it down for now.

“Rosalie! What in hell are you runnin’ for?” a man said.

“OH! Y-you fucking son of a bitch you scared the shit out of me,” I said. I was breathing hard and fast while I was trying to convince my body and mind that I was in fact not going to be raped and murdered on my own stoop. Travis had been at the bar with some friends and I, and although we didn’t consider him in our inner circle, we enjoyed having him with us once in a while. As long as he didn’t bring along his little posse who I received more than my fare share of sexual harassment from. He was good at balancing his good looks with an all around nice guy air about him. I might even be interested in him, if the whole female population didn’t want to strip down for him. That wasn’t my idea of the perfect guy. I opted for the more natural rugged type, kind of dirty to keep away other gorgeous women. Talk about being self-conscious.

“Travis what are you doing here so late? I thought you took off to meet your girl?” I said

“Um, yeah I did. I went home and, well… she dumped me. I needed to get out, so I came here to see what you were up to, I brought ice cream? I come in peace, just looking for some company. Cigarette?” he said. He lit one for himself and handed me one. He sank down into my cushioned swing and took a deep drag of his cig. I figured I should cheer him up so I sank in next to him and lit up as well. I didn’t usually smoke when I wasn’t drinking. It’s a bad habit to covet.

“So how come you didn’t go to Benny’s, he’s your best friend isn’t he? Not that I’m not flattered you came here Travis, but we hardly know each other outside the bars. Except when we all come back to my place occasionally, ya know?” I said. I put out my cigarette in a coffee can I kept on the porch.

“Hah, yeah…. Well about Benny. The reason she broke up with me is because she’s been having an affair with him and now that Benny’s got that sweet new job, nothing was standing in their way now, blah-blah, dumb bitch. … I need new friends.” Travis looked down to the ground and grabbed the top of his head gripping his hair. To put it gently, the man was falling apart, I think I saw water in his eyes but he quickly sucked them back in not wanting to cry in front of me I suppose. I scooted closer to him and rubbed his shoulder for a few seconds, I didn’t want to get too friendly, but I felt sorry for him.

“Aw Travis, I’m so sorry. Ok let’s go in the kitchen and eat some of that ice cream, eh?” I asked him. I gave him my best cheer up smile. He finally turned up his eyes from the ground and gave me a half smirk. It was better than tears.

“Alright… Doll face,” he added.

We plunked down in my small cheap wooden table. He pulled out a Quart of Snickers ice cream, one of my personal favorites.
“Yum, you sure know what’s good,” I said. I winked at him while I went to grab the spoons in the drawer next to my fridge. I handed him one and kept the other for myself. He popped the top and set the tub of ice cream in the middle of the us. I raised my spoon and said, “cheers.” I didn’t mind eating out of the carton with him. I took my first bite.

I’d always been a girl not able to refuse someone, wanting to make them happy or in this case feel better. The fact that he was a good-looking somewhat older man was just a plus in my book. I wasn’t half bad myself, but I would never be anything less than humble about it.

“Oh my god, YUM, I didn’t realize how bad I had the drunken munchies. I must have scared my hunger away out there. Oh! By the way did you hear that noise outside on your way over here? It sounded kind of like a deep bell or something, I can’t place it, but I was about to go search for it down rosewood and then something made me jump, so I jetted home as fast as I could,” I said.

“No, I didn’t hear anything, but I did come from the opposite direction. I assume it’s stopped because we didn’t hear anything while we were talking on your porch,” he replied.

Part 1- Victorian Underground

A story I’m currently re-editing and will post in short pieces when I think it’s ready. This is Part 1!

There was a strange sound, distant in the town. It was an acute deep tenor hum, and it had been repeating itself for the last fifteen minutes. The thrumming noise clung to my head even when it paused, so I started to walk towards it. You might say it was an irrational thing to do as a woman, so I put my mace in my pocket and continued to scout it out. I always had my cell phone to call the police if needed. Folding my arms close to my chest I slowly meandered towards the noise. It was one of those warm foggy nights on the east coast nearly three in the morning. Moisture saturated the air, but with the sun down it didn’t bother me on this summer night, brightly luminescent with moonlight. I had closed the bar down the road, out drinking with some friends and walked back to my duplex to sit and enjoy the quiet hours of the town. It was my favorite time when I was sober enough to take pleasure in it. Not a soul prowling the street, maybe a car packed full of kids with intoxicatingly loud music flowing out their windows, but it was seldom after the bars closed. The old Victorian houses seemed haunted and barren with no lights in sight besides the street lamps. Unfortunately in a town like this street lamps weren’t on all of the streets, just the main ones. I came to rosewood lane and stared down it standing directly in the middle of the intersection. In the middle of the night in a small town— you could practically sit in the road and could see a car coming half a mile away. The road looked morbid like a tunnel about to swallow me whole never to be seen again. I’d just be another victim forgotten after a few months, right, another statistic I sneered. I was bored though, and it was only my imagination teasing me. Oh what the hell, I’m going in, what could happen to me in this Podunk town. I could always run screaming pounding on every door… right? There was a rustle in the bushes and I let out a small squeak and started breathing harder. Ok maybe not, I’m going home, there is no way I’m going to be a rape victim. I grasped the pepper spray in my left hand and let off the safety switch as I high tailed it home. When I could see my stoop I sprinted to the steps and unlocked the door.

Looking for a Good RPG/action RPG game.

I’ve been on a googling spree for a new PS3 game. I’ve watched dozens of videos to try to figure out which RPG for the PS3 I’m going to spend my money on next. I’ve been aching for a new game to sink my gaming thumbs into. I want Final Fantasy XIII, but I don’t wanna drop $50 yet. I’m looking for something cheap and worth the money. I’ve come across a few and I’d love input! I recently beat Eternal Sonata and loved it! Clearly I like the more cutesy RPG’s, but as long as there is a good story line and amazing cut scenes I can appreciate it. These stood out to me the most on my search:

1. Resonance of Fate
2. Star Ocean (the resent one, or whichever one worth playing. I’m not familiar with the series.)
3. Folklore (Looks really neat)
4. NIER (Not sure about this one)
5. White Knight Chronicles

These are the ones that stood out to me, but feel free to introduce older games that were amazing or new ones I missed out on. I’m starting to think if a company made games focusing more towards girl gamer‘s, they would make a fortune with more and more of us becoming avid gamers. I’m a sucker for a romantic story lines, as long as the gameplay is decent.

You got a Friend in Me

The Hunter

Meet Luna (black). Luna is a beautiful longhaired girl and she is my hunter. She lived on the streets for the first year of her life and has never lost those killer instincts. Unfortunately when I took her in, I thought, how beautiful, I must have her. Plus in my eyes I was saving a life. Once she got cozy in my apartment the real Luna emerged. She would bite viciously at us if touched anywhere other than her head and chin. Any foot daring to walk further than a few steps would become her prey by wrapping her claws around your ankles and attempting to sink fangs in your flesh. Well, me being me, I was going to take full responsibility for her, and I refused to take her back. With some time she warmed up, mildly, but we were still getting attacked on a daily basis if we didn’t play with her when she wanted, or fed her when needed. My fiancé and I had become Luna’s personal caterers, after a bit of claw and fang.

About a year later, I was pretty fed up. So, I went back to the rescue I had found her at—to play with the kittens! No, I’m never giving up my Luna bug. I meandered around all the cages, and even began swooning over a little grey tabby girl with a perfectly round head. As hard as it was I turned away, because I wasn’t looking for beauty this time around. I needed a little one with a warm heart.

Finally I came across a litter that had just been delivered from their foster home, and they were named after Chinese food: kung poa, loe mein, mushu, etc… Kung poa caught my eye, because he was one of two with medium long hair in the litter along with his sister mushu. I took him home that day, and renamed him Milo. I couldn’t call him Kung poa without thinking about Chinese chicken!

The Solution

After proper introductions and making sure Luna wouldn’t sink fangs into the baby, I let Milo explore. Luna, being the worldly girl that she is acted as if he was another piece of furniture. Of course Milo would not be ignored, he missed his mother, and as soon as Luna fell asleep he sneaked right into the crook of her body and fell asleep. From here on wherever Luna went Milo was two steps behind her.

A few days and cat naps later, Luna was snuggling, cleaning, and loving on Milo. Needless to say he was eating it up. I realized then that this kitten didn’t belong to me anymore, he was Luna’s, and I was ok with that.

As the weeks passed by, Luna stopped trying to eat our feet. When she wants treats now, she rubs her head on my leg, and sleeps next to us (with Milo), and plays with Milo very often. She has her moments, but they are so few and far in between that I can honestly say Milo domesticated this once semi-feral kitty.

Pilates

So I have in fact lost some weight, and I’m very pleased about it. I still have a bit more to lose to get into my normal range though. My only secret is that I make sure I intake less calories than I’m burning, and I try to burn as many calories as I can. It’s not easy all the time to keep consistency, but consistency is what works, not pills, or fads, and cleanses. You can do you any diet, like counting calories, or weight watchers and if you remain consistent it will work. Based on all the weight loss crap that is marketed today, the majority of people don’t grasp that simple concept. Those hardcore diets, like zero carbs, are not something people can maintain for a long period of time; a week, two weeks, a month max and you’ll find yourself eating ten chocolate bars in one sitting while telling off anyone who tries to stop you. So I keep on counting my calories, and I choose to eat more healthy options, and once every few days I eat what I want within my calorie budget. That way I’m never going crazy for something.

I love pilates as my main workout, besides going walking 3-5 times a week. It’s this wonderful mix of yoga, while working out every muscle on your body through core training. I highly recommend it for women, and any man wanting to have killer abs.

Ok enough procrastinating a paper due at 5:30 today.

Poem

A poem?

After being picked on your entire life, you clam up. The psychologist’s say she’s shut up so no one can get in, and it’ll take time to break her seals. What they meant was it will take at least a thousand dollars to break her shields, because in reality they have no idea what’s going on in the child’s mind. I’m all grown up darling. I have nothing to hide and I’m not scared to tell anyone. What is the point of keeping secrets from any one person when all it does it hurt you in the end and help that person. You need to spill it out no matter what, to clean your own mind. Do it for yourself, no one else, not even God or the gods, or spirits, and your mother, and father, or anyone else. Do it for yourself. Be mean to everyone but yourself. Is that so wrong? Tell them, “Go fuck yourself,” and I promise the pain will start to vanquish. Tear the tears off your face before they can see because I promise it won’t be worth explaining them. Drink enough, but not too much to write down what you truly feel, not what they push on you. Then, dare them to do the same. They won’t.

“Pretty fades, pretty girl”

J.L.Gill

We’re not so Black and White Now

Wow, so everyone seems to be posting about Osama Bin Laden’s death. I’m just as happy as the rest of them, but the worry never disappears. The week after 9/11 if you weren’t in Manhattan you were on a search for an American flag to show your support. I was young at 17 when it happened, and me my friends ended up a few towns over before we found a store with flags left. You couldn’t go anywhere without seeing people with their flags, driving or walking. At that point in my young life it was the first time I learned the feeling of patriotism. The Pledge of Allegiance never sparked anything inside me, it was just words I regurgitated without knowing what they meant.

Everywhere I drove with my friends in our crap cars, if you had a flag, people waved to you, nodded, whistled, and it was great. It was also the first time America didn’t feel so black and white, right and left. We were just together and we were pissed. Now we’re together again as one and we’re happy. No it won’t stop terrorism in it’s tracks, but damn, at least after ten years we have THIS moment. Am i right?

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