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Photo(s) of the Day – Week 13

I’ve been taking a photo a day since December 9th and uploading it to facebook – then I ran into a cool blog where they take a photo a day and post the photos in a weekly blog. So I thought, hey, I should steal that idea (before they pass a law to make that illegal too!).

I’m behind again. It’s so sad to see how behind I get!

Most of these photos were taken with my cell phone, using the Retro Camera app. A few were edited with Color Touch.

: March 11 – Yummy!

: March 12 – Important things (these are eyedrops, my phone charger, my watch and my wrist brace, LOL!)

: March 13 – Steak and grilled veggies

: March 14 – Giving Fido his biscuit

: March 15 – Voltron!

: march 16th – using Cartoon Camera – lunch of champions, LOL!

: March 17th – Happy St. Paddy’s Day

Song playing at the moment – I’m a Mess – The Rasmus

Photo(s) of the Day – Week 8 (ramblingsfromthedarkness.wordpress.com)
Photo(s) of the Day – Week 10 (ramblingsfromthedarkness.wordpress.com)
Photo(s) of the Day – Week 9 (ramblingsfromthedarkness.wordpress.com)

March 16, 2012

Photo(s) of the Day – Week 12

I’m behind again and I was sporadic. I missed several days. It makes me sad. I thought about trying to cheat and tuck in extra photos and just lie about the dates, but cheaters never prosper.

Most of these photos were taken with my cell phone, using the Retro Camera app. A few were edited with Color Touch.

: March 3rd – a remnant of creepy week, LOL!

: March 7th – Billy bear (yes, I missed some days )

: March 8th – using the plain old camera on the phone – my huge, evil tom Hideki

: March 10th – Flossie

Song playing at the moment – Liquid – The Rasmus

Photo(s) of the Day – Week 8 (ramblingsfromthedarkness.wordpress.com)
Photo(s) of the Day – Week 10 (ramblingsfromthedarkness.wordpress.com)
Photo(s) of the Day – Week 9 (ramblingsfromthedarkness.wordpress.com)

March 14, 2012

Photo(s) of the Day – Week 11

I’m behind again.

Most of these photos were taken with my cell phone, using the Retro Camera app. A few were edited with Color Touch.

This week had a theme – Creepy Week – suggested by Sharon S. 🙂

: feb 25th – creeeepy treeeeees

: Feb 26th – At the window

: Feb 27th – rusty sign

: Feb 28th – the speee-ider

: Feb 29th – in the dark (yeah, we had a storm, LOL!)

: Bonus photo – i LOVE this candle – my Mom bought it at Pamida in the 60’s or 70’s – it has this strange consistency wax and a very unique scent because what you’re supposed to do is fold it down like petals every time your burn it until you have a flower. I neglected to do this, and sadly the candle is almost gone. Wish I could find a new one of them!

: March 1st – Bent fence

: March 2nd – ending it on creepy trees and clouds. Hate to see creepy week go – that was fun!

Tomorrow should be my Blogophilia post, so more pics the day after 🙂

Song playing at the moment – I’m a Mess – The Rasmus

Photo(s) of the Day – Week 8 (ramblingsfromthedarkness.wordpress.com)
Photo(s) of the Day – Week 10 (ramblingsfromthedarkness.wordpress.com)
Photo(s) of the Day – Week 9 (ramblingsfromthedarkness.wordpress.com)

November 21, 2011

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Photos – Abandoned

So, I picked. It’s Bedlren and Zuri. A bit of overkill, but I think it will help with a later plot point. And now for the second photo blog I promised.

There’s a funny story behind this. Let’s just say we didn’t have much time in this particular venue because a report came over the scanner of suspicious people. *cough* ‘Nuff said.

Broken Window

through the window

old wood

No, that’s not real. It’s actually dirt, but I used color replacer.

Beckoning

overgrown

missing pane

tree shadows

Colorized

And that’s it. I have a ton more photos (these are from September still!) But it’s a matter of having time to edit and upload.

song playing at the moment – Morticians Daughter – Black Veil Brides

May 17, 2011

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Walk With Me

(originally from March 2008)

I admit, this is inspired by a misheard lyric :p But it was such a cool lyric that when I discovered it was *not* used I had to do something with it, so here it is! (There’s a poetry challenge idea… write a poem off of your favorite misheard lyric, LOL!)

Walk With Me

Darkness wraps itself around you
Makes your fears and nightmares come true
In the shadows, can you feel me?
Creeping closer ’til you can see
So you stand amazed
You can not believe
I slowly smile
And you fall down on your knees
In my casket lay
All our hopes and dreams
Now resurrected
Why is it that you scream?

Drowning in your own confusion
Your questions rising in profusion
All the prayers you cried have come true
From the grave returned to find you
And your tears they fall
Landing on the floor
Your trembling fingers
Reaching for my face once more
Whispered words of praise
Slip softly from your lips
All your desire
Burning in your unspoken kiss

Against the night I’ll raise my voice
At your feet I lay this choice
The world of death beyond this portal
Will you dance with an immortal?
Lie in your grave with me
You can’t look away
I’ll taste you’re life
Save you from life’s slow decay
Intertwined we’ll be
For eternity
Just take my hand
And walk into the night with me

Fav Song of the moment – “Chasing Cars”- Snow Patrol

March 26, 2011

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Slagle Cemetery in Pictures

(originally from November 2007)

Real quick, a few links! first off, I was shocked to discover that the old sesame street is now deemed unsuitable for children. Really. Go read this if you don’t believe me and then check out the Bert is Evil site for some fun!

Okay, on to the main attraction!

Hubby and I finally found the Slagle Cemetery a few weeks ago. It has a few gems in it, though nothing as fantastic as what a person could find in Europe or the East Coast for that matter. ah well, here are some pics either way.

this looks overgrown but it’s just a damn Yucca plant. I hate those things.

shattered devotion

Time devours all

Eternally seperated

Just cool

black n white

I have an obsession with child graves. I dunno why….

to a yank like me this is pretty awesome…

Cool above ground slab

Can you see the dmonic face?

Born in the 1700’s

I really wanted a couple of these flowers, but hubby was convinced that ghosts would follow us home or something if I took a couple. No one would have noticed as it was a HUGE spread, but whatever…

I like this one

There’s a crypt!!

Awesome water stains

The sunset as we were leaving

ditto

And that’s all for now!

March 14, 2011

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Dark Story – Part 14

(Originally from October 2007)

This is a study in free flow writing. It may not make sense when it’s finished. Oh well.

**Mature content warning**

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The warm sun washed her skin and warmed her face. Keena woke, blinking at the golden beams and trying to get her bearings. she lifted a hand to shade her eyes and nearly cried out as she beheld her flesh returned to its former youth.

“You’re awake.”

She looked up to see Querin standing over her. He still wore the mud stained clothes from the night before and weariness clung around his eyes and mouth, but he couldn’t hide the relief on his face.

“Yes.. where am I?” She sat up uncertainly. The small sunlit room seemed familiar, but somehow foriegn.

His voice as rich with amusement, “You’re in the house of your aunt where sunlight has scarce been, though I am afraid she won’t be able to conduct her hosting duties.”

“Where is she?” It was a question that needed asked, though she dreaded what the answer might be.

“Gone” he replied simply. “Her magic was strong but her sprit was not strong enough to withstand the spells.”

She didn’t know what to say, so she simply nodded and asked another question. “The village?”

“Some survived.”

She dropped back into the bed and closed her eyes. “I don’t understand where they came from. Those… things.”

“You can thank your aunt, though she ceased to be your aunt years ago, after she gave her soul to the dark prince. The winter of the wolves was brought on by her and her attempts to summon demons from beyond the veil. She mistakenly created the pack, and when the village sent its men, my brother included, to kill the wolves, the wolves simply made their hunters like themselves. She went to find them, seeing her husband, and tried to use magic far too strong for her to handle, which is how she withered herself.”

Keena silently allowed his words to sink in.

“She has been taken by the earth now,” he added. “I have no doubt her soul, such as it was, is now in the keeping of Beelzebub himself.”

Keena studied him intently. “And what will you do now that you’ve found your brother?”

“I will go home,” he said simply. “I have found everything I sought, so I have no need to remain.”

“Oh,” se replied, he voice small. “Of course.”

“If you were wise, you would go with me,” he said casually. “You have a great power slumbering within you, as have all of your line for many generations.” He offered her his hand. “I was trained from infancy by the greatest warlock in our country. A man with hair of red copper, who left this town when he was but a child, leaving behind his sisters. I know whose blood runs through your veins, and who your ancestors are, just as they knew you when they saw you. At the death of my master I swore never again to use my powers for darkness, and should you make such a vow then I would ask you this: Come with me, and together we can hide from all the great sorcerers, mages and witches of the world.”

Keena cocked her head to one side, thoughtfully. Her village was decimated, her aunt, her last remaining family, dead. Her life was destroyed and there was nothing but vile memories left for her. “Yes,” she said softy. “I will go with you.” But she would make no vow.

The end

(I see that there is room for a sequel. There will be no sequel. One was enough for me!)

March 13, 2011

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Dark Story – Part 13

(Originally from October 2007)

This is a study in free flow writing. It may not make sense when it’s finished. Oh well.

**Mature content warning**

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Keena stood slowly. She shook the cold mud off of herself and tried to wipe her face clean. not far from her, she could see another of the flaming creatures swooping through the air, but it was too busy dangling a child by the leg to notice her. Waving the child, it taunted the boy’s shrieking mother before dashing his skull against the nearest building. Then it lifted the lifeless body so that the blood to poured from the ruined skull and all over its horrific face.

Shuddering in horror, she forced her stomach down, refusing to be sick. The demon grabbed the wailing mother, and Keen purposefully turned her back. Screams sounded all around her as people died, but she ignored it all. she needed to focus. Her spine straight, she strode with purpose, searching for Querin, the one person amongst the terrified rabble who might know what to do.

She found him standing like a rock amidst a stormy sea, his arms raised towards the churning sky. She instinctively came to a halt. A great energy swirled all round him until the very air crackled with electricity. As he had in the clearing, he seemed to grow taller and larger, swelling with some dark power. When he spoke, his voice echoed through the far reaches of the decimated village, thundering over the pounding of the rain. His words were thick and twisted, that strange language her aunt had used to create this havoc.

The demons screamed, until their cries were in unison. They moved as one, circling around Querin, hissing and snarling but not daring to draw too close, their faces twisted in anger. One swooped low in front of him, a sneer on its face. “You try to banish us,” it hissed. “Would you really be so cruel to your own brother.”

Surprise showed on Querrin’s face, but he didn’t stop his chant.

“Oh yes, your brother,” the demon laughed. “I took his body and now I hold his very mind within my grasp. Would you banish your own flesh from this world, mortal?”

A voice sounded inside her head, loud and clear as if spoken aloud. It was Querin’s voice commanding her to come to him, to join him in the fight against the demonic beings. Her only answer was to stare at him in wonder. what help could she possibly offer? The voice came again, louder and more commanding. Still unsure what good it would do, she hurried to him, her eyes questioning the reality of his call.

Without looking at her, he caught her hand in his. His skin felt hot to the touch and, as his fingers closed around hers, she felt the power that was surrounding him flow into her.

He continued his chant and soon she heard her own voice repeating the harsh words, though she didn’t know their meaning or how they came to be in her mind. Their voices intertwined around one another until she could no long distinguish her tones from those of the man beside her.

The demon’s screams grew louder, and they dropped to earth, their feet sinking in the sucking mud as they howled, their faming hands over their ears, trying to block out the chanted words. The one claiming to be his brother fell to its knees and was quickly followed by he other two, all three now kneeling and clutching at their heads, the writhing flames growing dimmer as the chant grew louder.

The ground trembled beneath their feet and they swayed. One of the demons dropped to the ground and landed on all fours, and then the other two fell. The trembling became violent shaking, and the demons sunk deeper and deeper into the mud, slowly disappearing in the thickening slop.

“Noooooooooo!”

Eseldra was suddenly in their midst, crying out in anger as she watched all she’d worked for ruined. Her long red hair fell around her, tangled and filthy. Her naked form was smeared in blood and mud. Even her face was streaked with black ashes.

“Be gone foul demons!” Querin cried, dropping his raised hand suddenly. The air rippled with his movement and, with a final howl, the demons disappeared in the churning mud, leaving only a scared landscape as proof they’d ever been present.

“And now for you!” Querin stared at Eseldra, his eyes hard. “Your judgment has come, witch. As ye have done so shall be done unto you!”

The chant changed and Keena suddenly stopped speaking, her eyes wide. She staggered as a great force slammed into her, and then she sagged, dropping towards the mud as darkness closed in around her.

To be continued…

(It’s almost finished!!)

March 12, 2011

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Dark Story – Part 12

(Originally from October 2007)

This is a study in free flow writing. It may not make sense when it’s finished. Oh well.

**Mature content warning**

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They ran. Querin quickly outdistanced her and soon disappeared amongst the cluster of houses and horrified villagers. Keena paused on the edge of the town, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, still unused to the old, feeble body. Her eyes swept the scene spread before her. Flames curled up into the dark night and belched out clouds of inky smoke to help block the already cloud shrouded moon.

Thunder rumbled over head, and she instinctively looked up at the boiling clouds. The smell of the coming storm was drown out by the odor of burning wood and thatch, but she could feel it neither the less.

Forcing herself to move, she reached the first house just as the heavens opened up and began to pour rain like the torrential tears of the angels trying to save what remained of the poor village. But it was too little too late, and even as the water fell all around her, Keena could see the skeletal, charred remains of most of the town still smoldering or burning with flames too stubborn to die.

In the town square she found the bodies. Three dead wolves lay in pools of blood, twisted and contorted in agony. Their stomachs were ripped opened as if something had climbed out of them and was now loosed upon the world. Fear filled her as she remembered Querin’s words about demons and gateways. There would have been a time when she would have dismissed the words as ignorant superstition but in the last two years she had seen enough to believe him.

She moved through what had every appearance of a war zone. Here and there lay the abandoned bodies of villagers, limbs torn and wounds gouged into their pale flesh. The narrow streets grew sloppy with mud, water, blood and ashes. They mixed into a substance that sucked at her feet. Thick, acrid smoke curled from fires that the rain had extinguished, choking her and stinging her eyes. She had nearly reached the site of her old home when something large and red came bearing down on her, arms waving as if swooped low on giant bat wings; a creature so completely wreathed in living flame that it seemed to be made of fire.

A scream tore from her throat and she searched vainly for a place to hide from what was most certainly one of the demons Querin had mentioned. Turning, she ran headlong down the street, her sodden skirt clenched in her hands, but it tackled her from behind, knocking her face first into the ground. Mud sprayed over her face, coated he eyelashes and filled her mouth. She sputtered and spit out the foul tasting substance. Then, she tried to stand, but the weight of the thing was too much for her to shake off.

She closed her eyes,. There was only blackness behind her eyes. With a shuddering breath, she prepared herself for impending death, but instead of pain she felt the weight suddenly lifted from her back. She blinked and slowly rolled over, gasping as she saw the thing hovering above her still, it’s large wings beating a hot wind in her upturned face.

They stared at one another, this creature whose eyes burned her soul like the heart of the sun, and what appeared to be a small, withered old woman. Finally, releasing a howling call that rent the night, the burning creature flew up and away from her and towards its brothers.

She lay in the mud, staring at the spot it had vacated, incomprehension her only accompaniment. The cold rain continued to fall, and finally it woke her from her state of semi-shock. She needed to move.

To be continued…..

(This is the story that never ends…)

March 10, 2011

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Dark Story – Part 11

(Originally from October 2007)

This is a study in free flow writing. It may not make sense when it’s finished. Oh well.

**Mature content warning**

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Querin continued to chant, and the writhing wolves began to change. It was slow, almost imperceptible at first, but as Keena watched she could see their legs and torsos lengthening and their heads changing shape. As the strange mutation continued, it gained in speed, rapidly bringing the creatures to their new shape until the space as no longer filled with whining wolves but screaming men.

Keena stared dumbfounded at the changes before her, noting with an almost surprising amount of horror that the dark wolf had changed into none other than the mysteriously returned Torick. He threw his hands over his face, trying to shield his eyes, screaming for Eseldra – who didn’t come.

The men nearest to Querin shrieked louder, and tendrils of smoke curled up from their skin. Dark spots, like bruise colored flowers, blossomed on them. They clutched at themselves, howling in their agony, as Querin’s voice grew louder and more forceful, no doubt commanding them to die.

At the last Keena had to look away, unable to watch their demise. She covered her ears to drown out their death screams, but nothing she did could block the sound. She shuddered noticeably. Tears stung her clenched eyes as the men died. Torick’s voice rose above the others as he continued to desperately scream for his wife.

The last echoes of his agonized voice died away, and Keena opened her eyes in time to see the golden light wink out, leaving the woods in blackness and silence. Unable to resist she drew forward. Querin surveyed the bodies that lay scattered at his feet, each one black and charred, their features and limbs twisted to reflect the agonized frenzy they had died in. Her eyes were drawn towards the darkened figure of what had once been her uncle, his burned mouth still opened, silently screaming for she who had abandoned him.

Querin was soon at her side, his hand on her shoulder. “Come, we have not finished yet.”

She nodded slowly and let him lead her away from the carnage, her head bowed.

As if reading her thoughts Querin spoke calmly, soothingly. “They were no longer human, but something else. Possessed by dark demons that gave them the power to take the shape of wolves. They would have taken the entire village in a bath of blood to complete their spell and free themselves of the demon’s gift.”

Her voice was a barely audible whisper, stating things even she wanted to ignore, “But if they wanted free then weren’t they still human inside?”

He took a moment to answer. “Perhaps. Or perhaps it was the demon’s wish for freedom that drove them. They only like to be trapped inside a mortal body so long and then they want released into the world. They cannot break through the membrane that separates our plains alone, they must use a vessel, a living body as a gateway. Had we left them they would have devoured the village and then the demons would have been released from their prisons of flesh to roam the earth and cause death and destruction.”

She nodded again and fell silent, though it was hard to agree while the memory of Torick’s screams reverberated in her ears, reiterating the humanity he’d still possessed.

Keena had to stop and rest more than once, but Querin was patient with her, always using it as an opportunity to scout ahead in search of Eseldra and the three wolves that had escaped him. They saw and heard the village before they reached it. A low orange glow in the thickly clouded sky told them of fire, while the echoing screams spoke of an attack.

To be continued….

(It’s Eseldra’s fault this isn’t ending… her and her escaping…. damn her….)