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It’s a Haunting Good Time

I don’t usually reblog my own posts. In honor of Halloween, I am reblogging one I wrote when I first started blogging. Not many read it, as I didn’t have many followers then. So I hope you enjoy my little haunting story. I had fun writing it.

Life, Love & Strength

It was just yesterday when I told someone,  when I die I wanted to come back and haunt some people. Hell, I never imagined it would actually happen! I wasn’t planning on dying the very next day. But, here I am. Or what’s left of me. I’m kind of floating around right now. I need to get the hang of this being dead thing. Really fast.

How do I know I’m dead? Well, for one thing I’m  floating above my body. I see me down there. Pretty much dead as I can tell. Not a pretty sight either. Geesh, the least I could have done was die with my clothes on!  There I am, lying in the damn bathtub, naked as the day I was born. Poetic huh? Come into this world naked, go out naked. Anyway, from what I remember I was taking a shower, getting ready for work. I…

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A Piece of Me Goes a Long Way ~~~ Share Your World Week 43, 2014

Hello People! Hope you all had a great weekend. Mine was quiet, which was nice but rather boring.

Today I’m bringing you a little bit more about me, I know, you can hardly contain your excitement! Hey! Simmer down in the back!

Now where was I? Oh yes, Cee from Cee’s Photography has this weekly thing where she asks us 4 questions and we answer them. It’s a good way to get to know  your fellow bloggers. So why not join us? Just click on Cee’s name and see what this is all about. Also take a look around her blog will you, she has some fabulous pictures. Thanks, you guys are the best!

On to the questions for this week.



What is your favorite time of day?

Any time I’m breathing is a good time of day. Hahaha…..Seriously, I would have to say early morning. It’s quiet, the beginning of a new day where all things are still possible. I’m rested, looking forward to what the day brings. If it’s warm, sometimes me and my dog Sam will sit on the front porch and watch the day come in. It’s a very peaceful time of day for me.



What’s your favorite charitable cause and why?

I don’t give to charities, not because I don’t want to, it’s because I’m perpetually broke. If I did have the means to give, I’d probably give to no kill animal shelters for upkeep and adoption of animals to good homes. People charities I’m sad to say leave me angry, as most of the money goes to paying salaries and not to what the charity is supposed to be about. For me that’s not giving to charity, that’s just handing over my money to officials so they can drive new fancy cars. Nah, think I’ll skip that.

How do you like to spend a rainy day?

Well aren’t we getting personal?? LOL

Since I can’t do what I would really like to do on rainy days, the second best is to hunker down with a hot cup of coffee and a good book. Have silence in the house, just to hear the rain in the background and enjoy some peace. A small slice of heaven.

Unless it’s a good storm. I love violent thunder storms, nothing better to get the blood flowing. Then I would shut off the lights and enjoy Mother Natures light show. Good times!



When writing by hand do you prefer to use a pencil or pen?

I prefer pens. They flow easily and smoothly and seems to help with my penmanship. Plus I can buy some pretty colored ones.



So there you have a little more information about me. Don’t you feel better for knowing all that? LOL

How do YOU like to spend a rainy day?



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The Obscene Phone Caller

*** I want to warn people,  there might be triggers in this post for rape and/or sexual assault.****

This post came about after I read Aussa’s post the other day on creepy feelings of being watched. Her post brought this memory back on when I was freshly married and young. It’s a true story and something I don’t usually think about.  I’m not going to tell you to enjoy, because it’s not enjoyable. But please read! Has anything like this happened to you? If so how did you handle it?



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I had just seen L* off to work. He was going to be gone a week and I was looking forward to some time to myself. I was newly married, less than six months into what would be a 13 year nightmare. But at this time I was young, naïve and in love. Even then the marriage was showing small rips in the contentment fabric.

My husband worked in the Texas oil field. A booming (at the time) era full of opportunities. We moved from North Texas to South Texas looking for our golden dream. We found a small apartment in a new rambling complex in Victoria, Texas. We had all our belongings in a small UHaul, plus our ‘babies’, two German Shepherds. A boy named Max and his daughter Angel.

L*  was a born salesman. When we rented the apartment, it had a policy of small pets only. Now Max was 160 lbs of pure muscle and attitude, Angel was smaller, only tipping the scales at 100 lbs. She was devoted to her daddy. They were our pride and joy, so L* talked the manager into letting us keep the dogs.

The first couple of months were pleasant, I took the dogs running in a large field behind the apartment a couple times a day. They were quiet in the apartment and we had no complaints. Things were going rather well with L* working one week and then being off the next week. I was looking for work, but was ok with staying home too. L* was making good money working on the off shore rigs. We were young and the world was open to us, or so I thought at the time.

About 2 months into our living there the phone calls started. I remember the first one, it’s still so clear in my mind, even after all these years. L* had just left for another week off shore. I was cleaning the kitchen, the dogs laying in the living room. This was a time before cell phones and caller ID. The phone rang and I didn’t think anything of it. I picked it up and said ‘hello?’.  A very pleasant male voice answered, ‘Hi! I’m looking for Mrs. Jones.’

‘I’m sorry, you must have the wrong number.’

‘Can I ask you another question?’ Said the same pleasant voice.


‘Do you shave your pussy?’ He asked without changing his tone one bit. Like he was asking about the weather!

I was shocked into silence. I had never had an obscene phone call before. Once my heart started beating again, I hung up the phone amid his laughter.

I was a bit shaken, but not scared…….. Yet. That was the beginning of a couple of months of hell for me.

When L* called me that night, I told him about the phone call. He told me it was nothing, probably someone just dialing random numbers till a woman answered. So I pushed it out of my mind and went about my life.

All was quiet for about 2 weeks. L* had come home for his week off, then the first day he went back to work it started. L* wasn’t gone ten minutes when the phone rang. I answered.


‘I love the blue blouse you have on today. (I did indeed have a blue blouse on) How about I come over now that your old man is gone and take it off you?’

Then, before I could hang up, he started describing all the things he would do to me. Disgusting! I was shaken, but again, not really scared, as I figured it would just be that one phone call again and then nothing. I did recognize the voice as the same one as before, but was more shaken that he knew what I was wearing and that L had gone to work.

I made sure the door was locked. But living with 2 large dogs that were very protective, I wasn’t afraid. So when the phone rang again about half an hour later, I answered.

The same smiling voice was on the other end.

‘I want to f*** you till you beg for mercy.’ He started out with this time. I hung up. That’s when the phone would start ringing and not quit! After about the 30th ring I finally turned the ringer off. Silence never sounded so good! It had shaken me, I checked to make sure all the blinds were closed and curtains pulled close. I went to bed that night, but didn’t sleep well.

The next morning I turned the ringer back on and jumped as it immediately rang! Cautiously, I answered and was relieved when L’s voice came through instead of that pleasant chilling voice of last night. But my relief only lasted moments as L chewed my ass out for not answering the phone earlier. It was my first taste of his controlling ways. He would call me every night and every morning that he was at work and grill me about my day. But that’s a story for another time.

I told L about the phone calls, but he said I was over re-acting and to leave the ringer on in case he called again. He didn’t want NOT to be able to contact me. So I left the ringer on. Big mistake.

After L hung up I took the dogs for their morning run. It was a sunny day and I felt safe with my two dogs, but I was aware of my surroundings like I had never been before. I didn’t notice anything unusual, so I played with the dogs for a while, then went back to the apartment. I wasn’t in the door 2 minutes before the phone rang. I answered.

What came through the phone was a long litany of things the caller wanted to do to me. I hung up, my breathing ragged with fear. The dogs felt it and stood by my side. I went to sit down and the phone rang again. I let it ring, and ring, and ring. It wouldn’t stop! Then I thought, what if it was L again? So I answered.

The same pleasant-sounding voice was there, telling me how he was going to f*** me and then how he was  going to enjoy doing all the nasty things he started to describe in detail to me. I think what was so chilling, the timbre of his voice never changed throughout the whole 2 months of him describing abusive sex acts and then toward the end, how he was gong to kill me after raping me. It was always that pleasant, cheerful voice.

He never called while L was home. But 10 minutes after L would leave for his week at work the phone would ring. I knew it had to be someone at the apartment complex. But who?

It got so bad I wouldn’t leave without one of the dogs with me.  I’d always leave one dog in the apartment so no one could break in and wait for me. The caller knew I had the dogs as he would tell me how he was going to poison  them to get to me.

L finally believed me when I lost a lot of weight, was constantly on edge. I had changed the number twice, but that only gave me a days respite before it would start again.

We moved, after we talked to the police and there was nothing they could do unless I actually got raped. Nice, eh? When the police came to the apartment to talk to me, I was sitting with both dogs in front of me and a.38 special on the table next to me. The cop looked at the gun, looked at me and asked me if I knew how to shoot it. I said yes I did. All he said afterwards was, when you shoot him, make sure he’s in the apartment and shoot to kill, that way it’s deemed self-defense.

The calls stopped when we moved, after I changed the number once again. It was something I would not wish any woman to go through. Creepy is a mild way to describe it.




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Friday Fictioneers ~~~ Oct 17, 2014

Friday Fictioneer is where around 100 people write a 100 word story based on the same picture. It’s a wonderful way of honing your writing craft or just reading some great writers.

Rochelle is our fearless leader in this writing party. Thank you Rochelle!  Click on Rochelle’s name and it will take you to her blog. That’s where you can read her amazing stories every week, or you can scroll down till you meet the blue critter, click on him and be taken to a land of many stories. Or even better join us!



Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy
Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy



Genre: Literary Fiction (100 words)


Julie looked inside her dad’s workshop and shook her head at the mess.

“Dad, I was after you for years to clean this place up! Now that you’re dead it’s up to me.”

As she looked  around, still muttering sadly, her eyes fell on a plaque on a corner table. She stepped closer as she recognized the shells on it. Those were hers from when she was a kid! Her dad kept them all these years.

Julie picked up the plaque and saw written on the back in her Dad’s shaky handwriting.

‘To my daughter who always made an old man proud.’

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All Of Me ~~~ Week 41 2014

Hello people!

Another fine edition of Share Your World, hosted by the talented Cee from Cee’s Photography is here once again. Why not click on over to Cee’s blog and see what all the fuss is about? Better yet, come join us!

This is where Cee asks us fellow bloggers 4 questions every week and we answer them. Great fun in getting to know your fellow blogger friends a little better.

So here we go!


Would you rather take pictures or be in pictures?

A picture of me is a very rare thing, almost extinct. So yes, I would much rather be behind the camera then in front of it.

What did you most enjoy doing this past week?

Taking pictures of my neighbors gorgeous fall colored tree. It’s been beautiful here in my corner of Alberta, Canada. Sunshine, bright blue skies, big fluffy white clouds and this wonderful tree. Sam and I have enjoyed the fresh air and the sun.


(c) JLPhillips 2014
(c) JLPhillips 2014

What is your greatest extravagance?

Besides books or coffee? Well, actually I find books and coffee more necessities than extravagances. So I suppose I am going to have to admit to buying anything arty and colorful. It can be something cheap and easy like notebooks or pads of colored paper, pens, pencils. Pretty much anything I can afford that is bright, colorful and cheerful. I love to have color around me, even in the small things.

Which letter of the alphabet describes you best?

Now this took some thought. I am going to say the letter B. Why B? Glad you asked! I picked B because I’m curvy and have a tendency to run into myself a lot. Let me explain that one. When I try to do something I really want to do, I’m my own worst enemy. So I run into my inner self a lot. I will make excuses why I won’t succeed, or I’ll even find myself sabotaging myself so I fail. I’ve always been this way. I think it stems from being told most of my life, “You can’t do that.” So I tell myself that. Then I have to talk myself into doing what I really want to do in the first place! So I’m always running into myself. Hmm, does that make sense?


Neighbors Tree from my front porch. (c) JLPhillips 2014
Neighbors Tree from my front porch.
(c) JLPhillips 2014


So that’s it for me this week. Thanks for visiting and thanks for reading. You guys are the best!

What’s YOUR greatest extravagance?



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Special Memories ~~~ A Poem




Special Memories

Seeing pictures of your oldest daughter
Newly married, you would have been proud
Happy smiles, love abound, tender moments
Camera captures it all so well…….

Scrolling through her pictures on social media
I find pictures of you and my breath stops
Just for a second I hear your soft laughter
See the twinkle in your blue eyes……

I remember how your voice sounded
Your lips turned slightly up
As you told me you loved me
Your kiss telling me even more…….

We had so many good years together
Before I made that mistake
The one that took me away from you
The one regret in my life…….

Even then, your blue eyes were losing their sight
Your body slowly losing its battle
Diabetes, such an evil disease, too little known
How I wish I would have been braver and stayed………

We remained best friends, even through the hurt
I was so glad for your great heart, your forgiveness
Even when I can’t do the same for myself
Your mind ever bright, even as your light dimmed……

One day I tried emailing you, I hadn’t heard from you in weeks
Before I could, that fateful note arriving in my inbox
From your beloved oldest daughter,
Confirming my worst fears, you were no longer among us……..

I sat and stared at the words, tears flowing, heart breaking
Damning myself for not being there with you in the end
Gone too soon, much too soon, my best friend
How I mourn you still……

Seeing your picture once again brought forth the pain
But even brighter, it showed me the love we had
Even mistakes could not erase
Feeling your love even now, wrapping itself around my heart…..

Years have passed, your presence lingers
Love still bright as if it was yesterday
Sometimes I hear your soft voice
Saying, “I love you”
And know we will meet again one day
Till then I have our special memories………

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Friday Fictioneers ~~~ Oct 10, 2014

Friday Fictioneer is where around 100 people write a 100 word story based on the same picture. It’s a wonderful way of honing your writing craft or just reading some great writers.

Rochelle is our fearless leader in this shindig. Thank you Rochelle!  Click on Rochelle’s name and it will take you to her blog. That’s where you can read her amazing stories every week, or you can scroll down till you meet the blue critter, click on him and be taken to a land of many stories. Or even better join us!




Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields



Genre: Literary Fiction (100 words)


Sitting with a vodka bottle, Sonja looked at all the musical paraphernalia.  She let out a wet hiccup and took another slug of booze.

“Ah Jorgie, why’d you have to go and get yourself dead?”

That bus came outta nowhere Sonja!

“Now I’m even hearing your voice! I never was good with the booze.”

No, you never were, but you’re one fine singer.

Sonja’s watery eyes grew large as she saw Jorge shimmer in front of her.


It’s me Sonja, how about we make some music?

Six months later the #1 song on the charts…….

“Ghosts of Love’ by Sonya





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My Steps Slow ~~~ A Poem

fall leaves

My Steps Slow

My steps slow, but my mind is young yet
it thinks of many things to say, to do
my mind races as it always has done
it’s my body that can’t keep up now

My steps slow, though I am young at heart
I find laughter and joy in the simplest things
From the blue in the sky, to the wind whistling by
A simple ‘hello’, a smile cast my way

My steps slow, my imagination grows
Dreams still hold fascination, hope, belief
The colors vivid, bold, beautiful
Nothing faded or grey in this world

My steps slow, I am no longer in a rush
I’ve done what I had to, now it’s time to do what I want to
I read, I paint, I write, I enjoy my time
As it grows shorter, I learn to enjoy it more

My steps slow, time rushes by
More aches, more pains, but I don’t mind
As I am still alive, still breathing, still moving
My mind forever young, my heart not far behind

My steps slow, they may falter some,
They may even need help now and then
As long as I am making those steps
I will love this life and all those steps that I’ve made

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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Oct 3, 2014

Friday Fictioneer is where around 100 people write a 100 word story based on the same picture. It’s a wonderful way of honing your writing craft or just reading some great writers.

Rochelle is our fearless leader in this shindig. Thank you Rochelle!  Click on Rochelle’s name and it will take you to her blog. That’s where you can read her amazing stories every week, or you can scroll down till you meet the blue critter, click on him and be taken to a land of many stories. Or even better join us!


Copyright-Kent Bonham
Copyright-Kent Bonham




Genre: Fantasy (100 words)


” Who took the last furcicle? How can I finish my spell without it?”

Jazzy was concentrating on her own spell, if she didn’t get it right this time she was going to fail spell casting 201. She couldn’t let that happen! Turning towards Maise, she replied,  “Just go and find another! You know how you always are so good at finding those obscure ingredients.”

“I suppose I’ll have to or I’ll never finish. I know just where to look too!” Maise exclaimed, whisking out the door.


Maise patiently looked in all her secret locations.  “There’s one!”

She knew the fair always had one lying around.




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Knock, Knock~~Who’s There?~~Me Again! ~~ Week 39, 2014

Yes, I know the title is lame, but I’m tired and it’s all I could think of.

Cee from Cee’s Photography has another 4 questions for us to answer this week on Share Your World. That’s where Cee asks 4 questions, we answer them. It’s a great and fun way to get to know your fellow bloggers. Thanks Cee!

Come join us!

Now on to the questions for this week.


You were here, now you are lost.


Did you ever get lost?

Oh wow, yes! One time when I was living and working in Ft. Worth, I had to go to Dallas to have a meeting with the owner of the Antique Store that I was working at. First time I had ever driven to Dallas on my own. I was newly divorced and broke, had less than half a tank of gas and no money. Anyone who has driven Dallas knows there is always construction going on. Always! So off I went, got to the offices no problem. Had the meeting which was very successful. But, there was construction all over that part of Dallas! I couldn’t go the way I was given directions to go and their detours sucked big time. I got lost. I mean I didn’t go just a little bit out of my way lost. I was big time lost! I had no sense of direction in Texas at all. So instead of heading towards Ft Worth like I thought I was, I was heading toward Oklahoma! LOL Truth! I got so lost when I finally found a gas station to ask for directions to I 820 , they didn’t know any highway 820! I asked them where the hell was I? They informed me I was close to the Oklahoma border! So I headed in the opposite direction, hoping all the time I wouldn’t run out of gas as I had no cell phone and if anyone ever drove those highways back then there was nothing! I was lost for 4 hours! Finally made it back to the store and had a migraine by the end of it. I had to borrow 5 dollars from a friend so I could get gas to get home. That was the worst I had ever been lost. Or as I like to say, I don’t get lost, I have little adventures.


Who was your best friend in elementary school?

All through elementary school and half way through junior high my best friend was a girl named Gloria. Her and I were tight friends. She was also I believe a 4th or 5th cousin. Then something happened one summer and she changed. I didn’t know it till years later, but she had been molested that summer and withdrew into herself. She later dropped out school, developed a drug habit and was a prostitute. All from being raped that summer by a grown up. It was so sad, I tried many times to reach out to her, but she rebuffed me. I don’t know what happened to her, but if she’s still alive I wish her well.


Since the news television season has started in the US, list three favorite TV shows.

Well since I don’t watch TV, this is going to be a short answer. None.


If you were a mouse in your house in the evening, what would you see your family doing?

If I was a mouse in my house, I wouldn’t live long. To show you what I mean, read this post here. It says it all in a funny way.

If you don’t want to read the funny story and comic, then I’ll give another answer. In my house you would be bored to death. I would be in my office on the computer as I am every evening. My husband, who is disabled with arthritis in his spine would be laying in his bed in the living room (makeshift bedroom, living room) watching the TV. Sam my dog would be asleep on his big pillow in my office and the cats…..sleeping somewhere.