The Three Sisters

The Three Sisters

Sure Oz didn't make Theodora bite the apple , but he lied to
her about letting her be his queen and being a wizard !
Oz isn't careful or caring about women.
I know he is the antagonist of the story ,
but he still did something very bad.
Why doesn't Oz be responsible for that ?
He did even tell any women he lied
to that he was sorry. He just
pretends to turn into this great person ,
but guess what you still treat women terrible.
And I can't stand that.

I knew someone had to turn into the ugly green witch and she would be in the next movie. But I was still hoping Theodora could
get her heart back somehow, Evanora tricked everyone to thinking her lies. First Glinda was the wicked witch that killed their father, and second that Oz had an affair with her.
But somehow I wanted to think she was a good person.
Although I had some inkling that she destroyed her heart to
and turned into an ugly wicked witch.
But kept hoping she would change her mind and
save Oz and Theodora, sad thing is the only difference was
that without a heart she was only a little less merciless
than Theodora.
What was scary too was that I knew what Theodora felt like ,
the betrayal, hate , fear , envy. The seemingly unending
pool of pain and fear.
And that is the worst place to be.
Theodora was ultimately the most purely evil , but she is also
the most trusting and hopeful of others loving her , she would
do anything to be loved or be happy. Because she trust exactly
what people is saying is the truth she was easily manipulated
by Evanora , although she wasn't lying about Oz lying
and then decided to give up her heart , although she probably
didn't expect to work that well.

What was most surprising is that all the witches where both good and bad. Sure the titles were good and bad depending on what side you choose. But each witch was born with both powers.
What Evanora said about the wicked witch deciding to be wicked
and the most wicked of wicked , was true of all sisters.

Even Glinda , being good or bad was a choice . But each one of them wasn't originally 100% good or bad %.
People just aren't but somehow I expected
the witches to be different somehow.
And how come Evanora isn't the Wizard of Oz sequel?

I obviously have to read the books to find out more.
Great movie over all.
 I don't usually ever say this , but Disney make another Oz movie , this one was fantastic. I need to see more of the three sisters. It was easy to sympathize with them and see how they feel , I am one of three sisters too , and have alot of the same problems with my sisters. I hope Theodora gets her heart back , and so does Evanora , I am not an idiot , but its possible. Maybe I could write a sequel with a happy ending , but I really like miserable endings too. 

Ha ha ,I should get paid to be a movie critic , that was way too easy and fun to do.
 

The Great Gatsby -Then and Now

The story of The Great Gatsby is mine too in a way. I am the fair Daisy Faye who fell for Jay Gatsby pretending to be a solider. A great resounding love that shook the universe and shook my destiny forever.

Then Gatsby left for war, he could return to Daisy , but he didn't want to return until he was a rich man. The trouble and irony is once Gatsby had the riches , Daisy didn't want him as much and had decided to marry Tom Buchanan . I think she was in love with Tom for a small moment. But her heart always belonged to Gatsby.

But she doesn't care about the people she leaves in her path. She didn't care that she killed Myrtle after telling Tom she loved Gatsby. Gatsby should have left Daisy alone after forcing her to tell Tom she didn't love him anymore. He couldn't see how vulnerable she was. How she doesn't handle herself well.

Gatsby looks so mild , then he has a look on his face like Nick said , " that he had killed another man." When he held Tom with his fists after his and Daisy's confession.

The way he held her hand to light her cigarette in her quivering hand , like she was made of fragile glass and he was blessed to touch it. Touch it as a lover. And looked in her eyes because she was his Queen.

That was as much a confession of love as any word more so intact. Then he tells Tom that Daisy never loved him. Tom looks at Daisy with anger in a " I knew it" way. Gatsby asks Daisy to tell Tom again that she never loved him. She does , " I don't love you , I never loved you ."

Then " I loved you both at the same time."

Gatsby goes mad with rage at Tom and locks him in his deathly stare. Its really scary because you never see him look angry or bothered at all through out the movie . So jovial . But it must be a mask to hide the pain. His feelings of inadequacy in front of Daisy , his crumbling business as a bootlegger, feeling like he didn't have any parents . Feeling like he was "born to be a God", as Nick Carraway put it.

Gatsby doesn't have a place for his negative emotions , all of his concentration is on obtaining Daisy. Does he love her , or is she just one his "treasures" that proves he is the man of wealth and power he always dreamed of being?

At first I thought for sure it was love, but could it just be that as a pretty , intelligent , and exciting girl she was just magnificent like all of his other treasures , something to just prove his worth beyond a penniless nobody living in the middle of nowhere with two incorrect parents.

One part that movie really did well on was the parties. I didn't see how lavish they were in the books. Not like the movie showed it. The twenties were all about letting go, people didn't' have any reason to fear with the First World War over. The threat of invasion by any country was gone.

And they had gained so much reparations and so much business , such an unnaturally high amount of financial good luck burned it self out with nasty repercussions.

With nothing to fear and worry about. The wine flowed like water and the parties burned like the most condensed fuel.

Concern , worry , excess , sadness weren't on the public's mind. We all have this money( even the poorer folk partied and found excesses if they could manage it) , might as well go crazy , invest and party. Sleep around and live the new life of excess.

They barely touched on it , but drugs were prevalent in the early twenties. I don't think society has really gotten past that , especially not modern convenience store 7/11 24 hours a day / 7 days a week society. Anything you want in your hand nearly instantaneously. They drugged themselves to celebrate and maybe to stop themselves from thinking of the horrors of war they didn't want to relive.

I think we ( well most of modern America) is living a similar life. Modern conveniences like McDonalds and Arbys , ( even though it is junk ) it is available any time and even people without much money can afford it. Disposable water bottles , condoms littering the streets , newspapers , pop cans , beer bottles.

TV , Radio , I pod , I pad , I phone , laptop. Any convenience we can dream up is always available to distract and drug you into a happy stupor. Feel unhappy after a nasty breakup , go see a movie. Had a bad day buy a Hagen Dazz . Want a real buzz you can easily get some marijuana and coke even though it is certainly illegal like alcohol was in the twenties.

We haven't had any World Wars lately.
We have just be taught to be careless and wasteful like Daisy and Tom. Thanks to the unnatural booms after two world wars we have continued to modernize and innovate new products and markets into a super inflated , super wasteful and debt filled society.

I wonder if we well get super inflated again and experience another depression. It would some huge economic event ( IE: world war) to really super inflate it again.

I wonder how we all would do without our modern "necessities" for one week?

Dire Magic Preview _what do you think?

For vain Maris it was his beauty.
A young girl ran through  briars from a blazing hell of a fire. Her energy trailed along with her. Completely unchecked and unshelled from his own nefarious eyes.

Maris grinned malevolently , this girl had no idea how powerful she is. I well completely take advantage of her and steal it. As he grinned , his dark eyes seemed to burn darker than the darkest cave , the tips of his ears curled and his grin turned into a maniacal lopsided laugh.

Malficent his twin sister entered his lair.
She had his brown eyes , fierce chin and red spiteful hair.
She seemed completely like him at birth except she seemed to always disagree with him no matter what. She never sided with the light spell castors but she never sided with the dark either.

Maris thought of her as a dark comedian commentating on everything for her own amusement. Everything is fun and games for her as long she doesn't get involved.

Maris hoped she would soon get off her unreachable pedestal of invulnerability and get hurt like everyone else. Then she can't look at me so high and mighty and perfect.

Malificent couldn't read minds like Maris could. But Malificent had a keen sense of what other people were thinking.

"If you hate me that much you should just say it Maris. I don't like you boring a hole into my backside with your jealousy." Malficient replied to her brother with no shield on her contempt and disapproval of everyone who didn't cower in fear her might. Especially her own brother who never seemed to care about anything she did or said. Who borrowed all her spell books and returned them with missing pages and ink stains.

prayer

Pray for someone else when you are down.
What?
Don't I need to pray for myself/

yes you do , but you would be surprised to know
that you can still help out other people , when
you are in trouble.

I need a daily reminder to pray.

I know it is powerful , but I forget to actually do it.

so here.

dear god.

hi mel here.

I am so lost , so messed up .
what should I do?
my life is very confusing right now.
you are the only part that makes sense.
everything else has fallen apart.

my family is gone. my health is going out
the back door along with it. what should
I do?

night time mystery - can two stars meet ?

I think I have an undisclosed admirer.

Someone I fallen for , but I don't even know their name.

Just a feeling I got.

When I closed my eyes after star watching , I thought

I would open my eyes to find them.


How strange.

how awesome.

night time muse , please return !

Calling ISF Edmonton.

Are these pictures from a third world country ?

No they are of a modern first world country!

Why does our home look like an outdoor trash

heap?

Edmonton_ISF

Our Twitter page is inactive. That is unacceptable !!!!

Anyone interested in keep the streets of Edmonton clean

and safe ?

E-mail me at ms.molinamcavoy@gmail.com .

We all have too do something about this. 

CLEAN UP !

Earth Day 2013

                                                   April 22, 2013: What did you do for
                                                   the Earth today? Did you know we
                                                   only get one Earth , with no replace-
                                                   ments? We only get one chance to
                                                   take care of it. Don't you want an
                                                   Earth to take of next year?
             
                                                   But well it be here next year?
                                                 

Beautiful Creature

Beautiful creatures is a fantasy story. Sure.
But it is a true story.

We decide to be claimed by the darkness or light.
We wake up in the morning , and we have to decide
what we want. Are we worthy of other people's
affections of their love?

Do we give up on our dreams because we
feel too powerless? Or do we fight destiny
and fate and do those tasks that seem
to overwhelm us seem to be too much.

Those things that seem too big for words
too big to explain , those are the defining moments
of our lives. That explains who we are.

We can easily be overcome by the darkness
in our lives , let it seep in and control us.

Or you can take the harder route and be
light. How is that not a real part of our lives?


Giving up the first person I loved nearly
killed me. I wanted to give up. I wanted to die.
No one could convince me I had a life to live
but myself. No one could help me but me.

And there well be other times in your
life when the darkness seems too much
to hold back. Don't hold it back , fight
it then.

Be foolish , have faith and courage
no one can make your situation
perfect like you keep hoping it well
be , but you can always fight the
darkness.

Ask yourself why you gave up
in the first place? What did you
want in the first place?

Is it still there to fight for?

Are We Catching Fire ?

Are we catching fire like Katniss Everdeen?
Sure she was tricked into being the spokesperson for the over throw of the capitol , but she then decided to join into it full heatedly. Are we the complacent , unknowing people in the capitol unaware of people's suffering ? Or are we the honest , starved workers of the districts ?

Is there a hidden district 13? What I mean is there a secret society that doesn't stay quiet? You are reading this blog today this is a distraction , you are distracted by that ad for McDonalds , that nike shoe store. There is nothing wrong with them , but we all stopped by being distracted by consumerism , t.v , and junk.

How many ads did you see today . At bus stops , billboards , t.v , radio , websites , movie theaters . They are everywhere ! I was distracted by "Catching Fire". If we all stopped watching tv , movies , radio , and tried to avoid billboards for a week.

What would we see? What is the difference between what you see and what is there?
Question everything .

You keep track of the ads you see this week. What is the brick building behind the nike store? What is behind the nike ad? Before you saw your first distraction , that is when you saw the world. Not the distraction.

Book Questionaire ( reply with comments)

Emo/punk girl leaves home to go to college
and joins a rock group to escape family
troubles. Comes back to family after
long line of mistakes and errors.
Loves family finally.


Are there enough people to fit my criteria ? enough people to market to/
well my target audience benefit from my book?
do I understand what drives my target to make decisions?
can they afford my book?
can I reach them with my message?
are they easily accessible ?

My brother drank. we had told him not to. I knew hadn't listened because he didn't want to. But somehow I was still hoping he wouldn't. But now I realize , I don't need to worry as much because I am the person running my own life not A. A , and K aren't running my life.

I just let them , because it is so hard not to pay attention to their drama.

But this is my stage now , and I am going to rock it.

Back to the story. My Dad told my brother not to drink while we were in the car. I knew A wasn't listening , but I supposed he might not drink anyway. A is an alcoholic. In and out of the hospital so many times this past year. Hundreds of dollars wasted on booze.

A is mentally handicapped , technically he has a low autism spectrum disorder ( which is a very vague diagnosis) and speech disabilities. But is still very smart in some ways , smarter than me the college graduate.   He can read maps , books , program computers, take them apart and put them back together again.

He is fascinated by his German and Scottish heritage. Always asking questions about it.

But he can't see past alcohol. I am not even sure he can see how much he is hurting us. It always seems like he has forgotten. I certainly can't forget. The many times he brought home enough liquor to feed a thousand and drinks it all in three weeks.

My father D, is a diabetic . He has to take insulin daily to live. A took his needles for injection. A thinks he needs extra vitamins and protein to live. Even though we have tried to tell him he is just fine. We have been able to stop him from using D's needles. Or so I think. D said he would hide them from A. But how sure I am really , that A hasn't found them anyway?

K would open his shirt ( she is the most bold out of all of us) and find red swollen marks on his chest. One time a medical team saw it , and took him to the hospital because they were dangerously infected.

I gave A the money to buy tickets for an event. I forget that he would probably buy alcohol with it. He came back with a beer and I flipped. My heart was dipped in acid and sawed in half then set on fire. Nothing could be more painful. A well always be the person to unintentionally hurt us. A might never understand how he kills us with his actions. A well always be the villain with out even knowing it.

And A hurt me , A killed the last hopeful part of me. I no longer have hope for him , I care but I simply won't do anything more for him. The price has become too high for me.

My other sister H, has been going through some mental trauma lately and needs to be watched. H and me moved from the buffet room to the dance hall and found another horror.

A had more drinks. I tried to sit at another table so I would not have to feel my heart slice in two again. But some other people noticed us sitting at this table. I told them it wasn't mine , because I was so horrified of A I couldn't think.

In shock , I sat with H at A's table. I didn't want to be there. Didn't need to be there , except that is where H wanted to be and I had to protect her. I sat and turned my eyes from the monster that was A and turned to the play.

I almost cried. Grief overcame my face and all I could see was the most dark blue. The double sided sword had pierced me once again and left me dying on the dance floor.

I felt all the pain I had been hiding , it came as a tsunami comes. You can't be prepared for that. You only assume crash positions and wait to die.

The pain overcame every cell and dark corner of  my scared, withered, and starving body and I nearly fell over. One simply should not be able to go through that and stay sitting. It should over haul you and send you crashing to floor, gasping for air and unable to move.

But somehow I stayed together and lived. And slowly the frozen mask that was my face changed. The tsunami lost its power and I could breath again. My heart slowly pumped blood back through my body. And the color returned to my once stone cold cheeks.

The play in front of me was amazing , vibrant and over saturated with pure joy and laughter. This magic healed me , and for one brief moment I was a whole and untainted person.

I didn't know or remember any pain, I was free. I was alive and me again!  I almost felt like I was dancing and playing along with them on the stage. Vampires , zombies , ghosts , and Frankenstein. They may all be monsters but they were the best friends in the world I could ever ask for. They may be scary , but they are not horrifying.

And while I watched them do their amazing routine, I forgot about H. H wandered off. She likes to do that sometimes , well all of the time. I was so transfixed by the play I forgot about her.

I wandered away from the table and the monster. And couldn't find her. H had D , and D had taken her back to hospital. As I spent my time outside in the cold winter air I realized something else.
I was transformed. This morning I had waken up in a foreign country that had once been my home. And I won't wake up and find myself here for much longer. Melody people call me. How jealous I feel of them.

They have a name for me . They seem to know me , can put me in a neat little niche. But I do not know who I am. I feel like a nobody most of time. Melody used to be this pudgy girl clinging to books and fantasies. Running to the library ever day after school , no real friends but the dragons and witches on the covers of books.

I still like that person. I still feel like that person a little bit. But I am not Melody. I don't feel deserving of Melody. Melody is a gratitude and a regard most high I don't deserve. And even if I did , I am not that person anymore.  I am some one , I just know who that someone is.

And most days I feel invisible. I know I am not. But it is so easy to believe. No one helps , no one sees the pain I am in. The near death of the every day evil that is my life. I must truly be invisible.

Yet invisible with eyes that see and understand everything. Every motion is visible. Every word spoken and unspoken heard. Every touch goes noticed and every movement calculated.

I feel like I have eyes in every corner of the world. And with that preparation , I still can't defend my self against heart break. Maybe no one can all the time. But I just thought I would fall apart. Just wished I would. I saw the other happy souls outside , and I knew I wouldn't be damned forever. The next chapter well be forgiveness and transformation. It just has to be.

Hi bloggers,

It's weird Mel here. I don't want to go into too many details , but I am going through a family crisis right now. A long running crisis. The amazing part of day today was that I realized it isn't going to stay that way. But I have to be bold and make the first move.

The ones you love most can hurt you most, but in away I am grateful. I need a kick in the but to change and scram out of here.

I felt my heart rip and decimate, it was terrible. But all the same, it couldn't have been a more wonderful event , because I now I know it isn't going to stay this way for long.

I am getting away from family's ongoing tragedy , and making my own story.

The one I have desperately needed for along time.

The story where I finally get to be me.

I don't want to forget how painful today was , it was the most terrible and wonderful feeling ever. It was the feeling of change. Qe sera , old life , you do not exist.

A's drinking is not the ruler of my life , I am .  So , I have no need to be scared ! I am free!

Caroline's View Chapter 2 Part 2

Caroline closed her eyes cleared her head , she thought of her father. She needed a father to protect her from all the creepiness. She really wanted her father. But where was he? With his gay partner Stephen. But he always sent her nice birthday presents , and answered her phone calls. Caroline cried again , where was anyone to help her?

She remembered her plan to destroy Elena , and cruel smile displayed on her lips. Elena could pay. Elena could feel pain , so maybe she could feel a little less.

Caroline turned on the news. Reports of a man drained of blood in Fell's Cemetery came on. The Fell's Crusader's football team beat Rosedale at the tournament.

Caroline smiled at the thought of Tyler Smallwood beating the opposing team's defence with his wicked shoulder slug. Tyler wasn't very bright , he struggled to keep his grades high enough to be in football. But he always knew how to play offensive and push other people in his way. Caroline remembered Elena and her's eleventh birthday party.

It was today , March 27. Five years ago. Their birthday's where ten days apart. Caroline's on the 22 and Elena's on the 1st of April. So they would have a joint birthday party on the 27. Elena had promised they would be friends forever. They pinky swore and took a ceremonial drag on one of her father's abandoned cigars.

They just thought it would be fun. But the cigars tasted terrible. Caroline had found the cigar so disgusting she dropped it still lit on the rug. A burn mark remained on the carpet hidden underneath the coffee table. And sometimes seeing it made Caroline smile. That was a good time they had together, perfect . Before her mom got busy with her work , and her father left for Stephen. Before boys , proms, and dates.

And before Caroline began to notice Elena growing taller , more like her late mother. So effortlessly beautiful. And when Caroline looked at herself in the mirror all she could remember was her chubby eleven year old face. Chubby cheeks and buck teeth.

Caroline rubbed the old burn mark out with carpet cleaner and planned to ruin Elena's perfect smile again with a new determination.

Sheriff Forbes looked down , the man murdered did not have the livid marks of blood pooling down. Instead were two bite marks on the neck. Sheriff Forbes called the Town Council. She had found a vampire victim.

Caroline's View

Chapter 2

Caroline walked the path along side the balcony and jumped out. It was just two feet from the ground. Caroline found her stash of cigarettes and lit one. Her mom really got on her nerves. A little bit of nicotine just eased the pain a little.

"It is really unattractive to see a lady smoking, you should really think about quitting." 

"Who are you?", Caroline asked nerve wracked.

The man who had addressed her suddenly appeared right in front of her just a foot away, impossibly fast for a human who was behind her just a moment ago.

"Well , a lady who doesn't know me , I am sad."

"Wait!"

"I never wait for anyone."

"You are the mysterious informer on my Mom's radio. You are Damon Salvatore." Caroline implored her intruder with her bright blue eyes.

"Congrats , I was waiting for you to figure it out."

"What are you doing at my house? I don't like you, you sneaky jerk! "

"Oh , Miss you think you are the queen of pain. You don't know anything."

Damon's face gorged with veins and his eyes turned a bright piercing red. Caroline began to scream.  But a second latter she felt nothing. 

She opened her eyes and woke up from a dream.

And saw the raw bite on her neck. Where two holes had pierced her skin , they looked a little like animal bites. But no dog had just two teeth.

She had forgotten about the intruder to her house and her recent fight with her mom.

Smoke , she thought. Caroline ran back into the house to find the source of smoke.

Inside the kitchen was filled with smoke and fire raged from the oven imbued with a roasted beef and onion smell. Caroline found the fire extinguisher and put the fire out. 

The roast was unrecognizable as beef anymore. Caroline took her mother's credit card that she had left in her hurry to answer the radio call and ordered pizza from the grill. 

Caroline didn't care whether her Mom noticed the theft , she won't start being my mother all of a sudden. Caroline passed her cheerleading outfit on the couch and began to munch on pizza. And the thought of two red piercing eyes came unbidden in her memory.

Caroline shuddered. And a black crow with thick reflective feathers smiled outside. A smile that didn't look crow like or human like.

Caroline's View (post 2)

Sheriff Forbes laid the potatoes on the table.  She looked up at her daughter coming down the stair and saw her tearstained face and her finger covered in ink.

"Are you alright , honey?"

"You , care?" She demanded.

"Of course I care Caroline. What is wrong?"

"Elena , oh that's right I should just be proud of myself! Are you proud of me? Really?!"

"Yes , I am." Sheriff Forbes approaches Caroline.

The police radio lights up behind her. Buzz. Suspect headed towards  Fell's Cemetery. Victim drained of blood. No possible suspects at the time. Informer Damon Salvatore suspect's his brother Stefan is somehow involved. 

"Oh , do you need to get that Mom ?" Caroline looks up at Sheriff Forbes and just hopes for once her mother can be hers for a day.

Sheriff Forbes looks at her daughter with concern ," You know I don't love you any less when I answer a call. But this is my job , I have to take it."

"But what about me? Aren't I your first job ? I came first!"

The lights go off on the radio again.

Caroline glares at her mother intensely hoping to burn a hole in her uniform with her eyes.

"What do you want from me Caroline?" Sheriff Forbes screams, " Am I supposed to quit my job?! There is nothing else for me to do in Fell's Church!"

"You know what fine ! Be every one's else mother. When you hear the radio go off again it well be Caroline Forbes GONE MISSING !"

Sheriff Forbes gave her daughter one exasperated glance as she slammed the door behind her. The roast beef began to burn in the oven.  Caroline watched the smoke rise from the oven and left the house.

Caroline's View

The Vampire Diaries

Caroline's View

By: Melody McEwen

Chapter 1

March 27 

Dear Diary,

Elena was chosen for Miss. Fell's Church again ! I am pulling my hair out. What did I do wrong ?! I applied four months early. Had a polite supper with the mayor. Volunteered  everyday for six months and I still didn't get it.

Mom says I did a fine job , and to be proud of myself anyway. What does she know about me anyway? When is she ever home to notice anything about me?

Just once I would like her to stay home for a whole week without getting a mysterious call from some informer called Damon Salvatore. She is my Mom, not everyone else's.

Elena doesn't know what is coming for her though. This year isn't her year just because she is Miss.  Fell's Church again. I am going to make her pay for everything. And little Ms. Ice Princess and her posse of misfits won't raise their heads again in Robert E . Lee High.

Caroline Forbes put down her powder blue diary under her pillow. Her Mom ( more like the pretender) was calling her for supper.  What ever she thought , not like Santa Claus is coming for roast beef.

Caroline cleared tears from her face she didn't realize were there , tasted the tears on her tongue and left her room for another round with her mother.

This dream hasn't actually occurred. But It seems real enough.

Damon and I enter the meadow. I see a stag , I go out to hunt it. Damon tells me to stop and I do. He asks me what I really want , I don't think you are going for it you are just going for the stag because you can satisfy yourself on it for a while. You want something bigger juicer.

You want a human , more importantly you want to feel human again.

Yes , I have felt strange lately.

The hardest and most terrifying thing is to admit what you want, he says , because you are scared of winning , you are used to being held back and feeling helpless . This freedom is more scary than being held back. If you don't go for what you want now , you well lose your chance.

I agree , I want to be human again. And leave the meadow.

The Vampire Diaries Klaus Dream

I had a dream about The Vampire Diaries last night.
Well not Vampire Diaries exactly but Klaus.

We were eating together. And I showed him what food was. He had taken the cure and was human again for a second time. I showed all the marvellous food I could. He loved all of it. I showed him a coffee cup from second cup and said . " This is were you sip the coffee from , don't worry no one else has drunk from the cup." I think he is going to hate the coffee.

And then he says "Aha , this is amazing , I absolutely love it. This is the best ever!"
He gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek for introducing him to coffee.

Then piles the rest of the food into a blanket , and says : " Here you are so great you can have the rest." But as he piles more types of food together I am grossed out and feel sick.

Hope there is more Vampire Diaries dreams to come.

In Tribute of Internet Traffic

I have had 8 page views today , and those are all probably from post on Tuesday.
Thank-you for following me online. I really do these posts for you the bloggers and internet consumers. I like to think we are all friends meeting in a huge chat room.

In gratitude of this I would like to post a picture I did in Illustrator.
This of a person who has lost her humanity and I can't help but thinking this is an accurate description of me to right now. I have a lot to grieve for, and I do feel a little less than human.
To see my blog on Melody McEwen Designs with more up to date pieces
click Melody McEwen Blogspot .

Feel free to post your own artwork online , you never know who well notice you and recognize you for it. If you have any type of art piece send it to me here. I would love to see it. We are all explorers in this world. Lets make it easy and share.

Creative Writing

A Case of Mistaken Identity

Mo Melody McEwen angry that her twin sister Melody McEwen had pretended to be her . Demanded that Melody McEwen please stop pretending to be her. Melody McEwen then knew this was her chance to trick Mo . 

" I well stop pretending to be you if you give a nickle for for every dollar you have and a feather for every one hundred"

Mo , thinking this would not amount to much money agreed.

Mo then became a millionaire and then Melody also became a millionaire at much slower rate.

Mo confused asked; " Why did you want a feather for every one hundred dollars I make?"

"To make suit out of feathers and fly away of course."

Carrying a huge stack of money Melody flew away in her feather suit.

Mo was then shocked to find that all her money had disappeared . It would appear that Melody had lied and continued to use her name and had stolen every penny that she had made a five percent profit.

As Mo Melody McEwen became old , and sick on her death bed , she asked her family and friends to gather at her bed and said ; "Never trust the girl in the feather suit." 

And oddly enough the person in the bed was not Mo Melody McEwen , but Melody McEwen. Melody McEwen had done such a convincing job of tricking everyone , that they forgot what Mo Melody McEwen had looked like . 

Moral of the story : question everything you say and do.

A Plea for Some Prints

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THIS LINK CONTAINS A VERY UNFORTUNATE LINK TO SOME TERRIBLE ART PRINTS BY BRETT HELQUIST.BY NO MEANS , ENJOY THE ARTISTIC VALUE OF THESE PRINTS , AND CERTAINLY DO NOT PURCHASE ALL OF THESE FOR MY CHRISTMAS PRESENTS BECAUSE CERTAINLY I WOULD NOT ENJOY THESE PICTURES OF UNCERTAIN AND DEFINITELY BLEAK CIRCUMSTANCES.PERHAPS YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER OFF CONSTRUCTING A YURT , RUNNING AWAY FROM COUNT OLAF , OR FINDING A CURE TO LAYCRMOSE LEECH BITES.I CERTAINLY DID NOT ENJOY MY TIME WRITING THIS MESSAGE FOR NO APPARENT REASON.SO CERTAINLY DO NOT REMEMBER ANY DREADFUL MESSAGE YOU HEARD ABOUT SOME PRINTS BY SOME DREADFUL ARTIST , OR SOME LEECHES OR ORPHANS RUNNING AWAY FROM A DREADFUL CON ARTIST.I AM RATHER CONFUSED WHY YOU CAME TO READ THIS POST FOR ANY REASON AT ALL.

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Grave Horrors Chapter 1

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The cat looked up at the sky and wondered what those white dots were.... "Can I reach them" he asked out loud. The stars answered back "Yes" with a whisper. And the black cat became white as he grabbed all the stars from the sky. And the white full moon shone eerily on Halloween night. And the dogs howled, and the wind blew the gates back and forth to release an eerie creak.

The gruesome corpse slid the lid off the coffin and wobbled as she took her first uneasy step as an undead woman. The movement wasn’t fluid and easy; it was stiff and natural, as if the joints that were moving weren’t meant to be moved.

And Delilah Morley wasn't thinking she was simply moving, the body that used to belong to Delilah Morley was being pulled by someone else's magic, and she was someone's puppet.

The mortician saw the fresh corpse climb out of the coffin and screamed a blood curdling scream.

And she ran out the door unable to think or speak, because all she could do was scream. She ran but she didn't know where she was going to, her body was following a primal instinct simply to leave and save herself. She ran out of morgue through the stairway and out to the garage.

She then continued to run all the way home, five miles.

She couldn't stop herself; she could simply not stop running until she reached home, locked the door and saved herself from the unholy abomination she saw. As she regained her breath and posture, she heaved a wet cough. Her stomach didn't take the adrenaline rush well, and the reserve peristalsis promptly rid her of of the nice cheese burger and fries she had happily eaten four hours ago.

As she regained herself again, her pulse finally slowed down, and her breathing eased. 

I am not hallucinating, that must have been real. I don't see things that aren't happening. Not usually.

She paused. The house was quiet, there was no one else there, and Margie and her kids had gone to see their family for the week, so she had the house to herself.

She picked up her cell phone from her purse and began to dial Ethan. He was always the type of person to remain calm in a crisis situation he would know what to do.

Ring, ring, the phone rang ten times before it was answered and Elise even though she had calmed down sweated profusely with anxiety.

"Hello," Ethan said,” Elsie how are you? "

Elsie paused for moment wondering what to say, would he believe her? How could anybody, it was so insane, so unnatural.

"Hello?"

"Yes, I am here . I saw something very strange at morgue. And I ..... I need to figure what it was."

"You see strange things at the morgue all the time Elise, the murderers become more sick and demented, and it shows on the victims. I know this is a difficult j.."

"Don't patronize me Ethan, I am fine. Can you promise though that you well believe me when I tell you what I saw? “She took a deep breath as she concentrated on sounding composed and sure of herself.

"Even if it sounds crazy?"

Ethan was wondering what the hell was going on , Elsie always kept her composure about her job , and was a very confident and striking person , it was very , very unusual for her to be this upset about something that she saw . Wondering what this was leading to, Ethan agreed and said yes.

"I had finished working on the Victorson case and was just about to leave for the night, when one of the storage units stirred. A hand popped out and then a whole body, as I realized it was coming after me I left and ran all the way here to my house. And the hand that was coming out of the morgue was dead Ethan, very much dead and connected to a dead person. I swear I am sure that is what I saw! There is no doubt in my mind about it."

After working at the morgue for six months Elsie had begun to believe in the supernatural, she never even really believed in God, or Jesus, or anything to do with Christianity, but as she became more at home with the dead, she did begin to feel presences some time. They weren't human, but her mind strong, scientific and rational, tried to make her think it was just paranoia. So she began to look for someone hiding in the morgue, but never found anybody. And as she left work every day she saw the same owl fly by and hoot at her. But how could that be possible? Owls don't track humans, and why would they for six months?

Ethan drew a deep breath from his deep within his lungs, brought it up to the top of his chest, and eased the measured breath out slowly.  Elsie is a very logical person, Elsie doesn't make up stories, and this isn't some elaborate Halloween prank, she would never do something so serious. But a corpse couldn't have stood up and walked out its coffin. That simply isn't possible. Elsie must have only thought she had seen something that wasn't there. It must be.

As Ethan began to draw his second breath, Elsie interrupted his thoughts before he had time to make a reply.

"You have to believe that I saw something. And I am sure it was a dead body, I have spent months examining them and taking them apart, and then putting them back together again, and I can instantly tell when a body is not being used anymore. This one moved, and it had one of my tags on it, and..." Elsie scoured her memories of all the bodies she had recently examined, trying to match a name to the body that had attacked her. And the name came out of the dark and scared recesses of her mind with a lurid clarity.

“Delilah, her name was Delilah Morley."

eery - uncanny - weird - gruesome - lurid - macabre

Adventure Ship Ahoy !

Dear Bloggers,

My last post was about accepting God. And I still do. However I have realized my change is also something that would have occurred on my own.

I am God's creation , but I also have some freedom to make my choices.
My future is open to my own discretion. And that is terrifying , it has never
been this way and I never been fully aware of it this way. If you are a young person still living with your family enjoy it , your time well come when you are completely changed person. You well look in the mirror and wonder where your old self went.

You might wish that old , would come back. Old and comfy. That safety net you never realized you had until now. But my safety net is gone and I am already swimming in the ocean. I have already let go of the past without realizing it. And instead of thinking about the lost and the unreachable , I am looking towards the new and exciting future.

I am ready to jump on a ship and set sail for new horizons. And even though this was true for along time , I clung to the idea of the past land I used to live on. And believe me you can drown in the ocean and pretend to swim home at the same time. I woke up and I thought this is all a bad dream , if I lay down it won't be as bad it used to be and I can forget being scared.

But it well get bad again , I well surely make mistakes again , but the best I can say is that I have learned enough to start this new life on this new ship as most prepared as I can be.

Now do you want to wish for safety and past ?

OR DO YOU WANT AN ADVENTURE OF A LIFETIME ?

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.             Helen Keller

Dear Blog ,

Don't lie to yourself , no matter how ugly your situation is.
You can only grow when you accept change. As much we would like
to be in our own most comfortable room for the rest of our lives , we just
can't be.

We want our family's to stay the same , our financial situation to stay steady,
our homes clean and our thoughts stable. The ugly feeling we get when we feel we have lost everything is a sign of growth. We are learning to accept change and our new surroudings. Don't be afraid to reach out to someone and say I have lost everything. Chances are they are in the midst of a transformation too.

I try really hard to say nothing has changed , and I can't believe it anymore. My world is gone . I don't exist anymore.

It is something strange and terrifying , but you die once you find God.
You do not exist anymore. You are not living for yourself anymore.
You don't want the same things anymore. You are dead.
R.I.P
Melody McEwen
1992-2013
I need a memorial service for myself. And maybe you do to.
Death is the loss of something. Not just death of body.
But loss of identity , loss of surroundings , loss of familiarity.
You had to loose yourself to grow. So you wake up in the morning and don't recognize yourself anymore. Because you have changed , in ways you don't fully understand yet.
The one thought keeping you going is that you still have yourself , your identity.


But we don't , God has us. We were never in charge to begin with , we just learned to be arrogant , greedy and assume we could rule everything. God owns you. So when you look and the mirror and can't see yourself , it is because God is there.

So rest in peace Melody , because I am not coming back again.

My sins are forgiven , my soul is washed clean. And I have to remember humility and honesty.

 I simply doesn't exist anymore. But I still matter , and still have a chance for many smiles , but they won't come before the harsh realities , tears , and screams.

I am changed person , I am not lost. God is here somewhere trying to help.

I just want to be home. Safe. The world is on fire. How can I not scream ? I want everything they way it used to be. Its impossible. We get so confused when we want something , because a lot the time these desires don't meet up with reality. And we wonder what is wrong with ourselves , why can't we want anything that has a possibility to exist. At the core of everyone we are irrational , scared , loving , bright creatures that want to be free. We we what everything we can take and every happiness we can imagine.
Our souls weren't made for earth , too much pain and agony . We were really made for heaven. The world is full of too much pain to be happy all the time. But embrace the transformation , be honest with yourself and you can find balance between the darkest day and the brightest night. And say , God save me ! Because we really can't help ourselves without God first. Sincerely, Lost Soul