C is for Colette

C is for Colette who was found in a well

Colette was a very curious lass
She was always in trouble and always a mess
She would flitter and flutter and scamper about
Forever in hiding, of that we don't doubt
She was so very good at the game hide and seek
One time she was hidden for nearly a week
She was found by the gardener when he was struck by a smell
She had hidden and drowned in the family's well

B is for Brad

B is for Brad who fell of the stage during ballet

Brad was always a little... off, for he liked things the other girls liked and shied away from anything to do with sports and "manly" things that he was supposed to love.  His parents, desperate to break him of his tendencies, put him in football and he fell to his knees. Brad was bullied relentlessly until the day, he found out that ballet can help you on the field and help him to play.  He convinced his parents of this fact and was soon dancing circles around the other girls in his class. He secretly quit football and spent all of his time, twirling and jumping and perfecting his new passion of rhythm and rhyme.  So much so that the lead in the first production of the year, was all his and his alone and he could not believe his ears. This fact was not lost on the girls who had spent years, dancing and spinning and jumping to get that spot they revered.  They devised a plan, a devious plan, to make sure this never happened to them again.  Once the curtain lifted and the music began, they all rushed to the front and right behind Brad, who was spinning and jumping and completely unaware the they were the foxes and he was the hare. His foot slipped when he opened his eyes, and saw them all around , he'd discovered their lies. Poor Brad just fell and with a sickening thud, he hit the ground with a vengeance and their battle was won. Everyone stopped to see if he was okay, and of course he was bleeding and broken and sprained. He was carried away and he never forgot, that he was the hare and never the fox.

A is for Annabelle

A is for Annabelle who floated away

Annabelle loved everything to do with the sky.
Always wanting to be a bird and explore the horizon..
So one day she took a chair and some weather balloons
And floated away one sunny June afternoon

A Collective Serialization of Unforseen Atrocities

Here it is guys! 

The title of my new series!

Can you tell I'm a tad bit excited?

A very good friend of mine came up with the original title (which I tweaked, sorry Jess!) and I am going to be posting the content once a day throughout the month of October, so keep a look out!

Hello Darlings

I am starting a new challenge for myself!  

One story or poem or song a day for you guys in the month of October! 

If anyone has any suggestions on content (I wanted to do my own version of the creepy ABC's) I would love to hear it.  

See you guys in a few weeks!

Reconnecting

Reconnecting

Three years have come and gone

Seasons passed

Birthdays came and went

Weddings happened and life moved forward

But I still missed you

Three years have passed

I am no longer angry

No longer sad

I have moved on in my life past whatever was holding me down

Yet I still missed you

Three years went by

I made new friends

Moved hours away

Became a new person

Damnit I still missed you

So three years later

Some liquid courage in my blood

I told you that I was sorry and missed you

To my complete surprise

You told me you missed me too

Now here we are three years later

Acting like old friends

Catching up on the last three years

Like it was just yesterday 

I've missed you

Three years ago I parted ways with my best friend.  Two days ago we reconnected. It feels wonderful.

My Author

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My Author

Who am I to question my author?
The person who writes my story
On the days my life passes in  a blur, those are the days that start with "and three weeks later she still couldn't shake the feeling"
The slow says are when my story is written
You know those days
The ones where time stands still
Where your biggest moments happen
Where you think "How did this happen to me? Why me?"
That's your author writing the heart of your story
My story
So tell me
Who am I to question my author?

Here's the first poem on the revised It's Poker Dollface.  I hope you enjoy it.  Next to come is a short story series so stay tuned!