musiclover45

I live in BC, Canada, and I volunteer at two different places. I work from job to job just to keep me busy. I love cats and dogs.

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  • musiclover45 21h

    The Dark Cave

    I looked around the dark cave, holding a lamp up as it glowed in the darkness. I was grateful for the dim sunlight through the slight opening because there was something creepy about this place.
    I was only too eager to leave this place once I was done.
    Then I saw it...A dark coffin in the center of the room.

    ©musiclover45

  • musiclover45 4d

    Simone's Story: Chpt. 12

    Ralph and I sat in the living room, staring at one another before he looked down with a sorrowful expression on his face. I was still feeling bitterness towards him, but it was not nearly as intense as it was. Much as it pained me to think it, he was still my son, and I couldn't keep him from his child.
    'I'm so sorry about my attitude,' I said. 'But you must understand from my point of view. I, too, was abused by the hands my mother. Once I had been raised by my friends mother, I vowed never to be like her. To this day, I'm still very grateful to Connie Smith. Yes, that is her name.'
    Ralph looked at me. 'Was that your friend or her mother?'
    'Her mother. Her daughter and I became quite close; like sisters.' I frowned. 'Now, tell me, how did you find out about what happened to Carrie and Margarete?'
    'It was all over the news-all of it. I was infuriated when I found out what was done to Carrie. Her having been bullied was taken to one level to the next. As far as her mother was concerned...' Ralph shook his head. 'She should never had abused her, let alone lied to me about her existence.'
    When he saw my puzzled expression, he said, 'I called a neighbor who told me she had given birth. When I called her, she still insisted it was a stillborn baby.'
    I gripped my hands into fists angrily, yet my heart ached for my poor boy. 'I'm ever so sorry.' All these missing years he could have had with his child...gone over a lie.
    I was about to embrace him when Nicholas entered the room, a pale expression on his face. 'Turn on the television...any channel.'
    I did, when we saw the news, Ralph in particular was struggling not to vomit.
    It turned out that they had gone to the White residence. Margarete had been taken to the hospital. She was injured, but alive...
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  • musiclover45 4d

    My life...

    My life has been written
    Of literature, family, and love.


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  • musiclover45 1w

    Keep calm and...

    Listen to METAL!!!!


    ©musiclover45

  • musiclover45 1w

    Simone's Story: Chpt. 11

    "I never meant to leave Carrie," Ralph explained softly in a sombre voice. 'My intention was only to leave Margarete. You all know how she is, so you know why.' He sighed. 'I had know idea she was pregnant-neither of us did.'
    I stared at him as Nicholas looked at Ralph with disbelief. 'How can either of you not possibly know she was pregnant? Didn't you notice the weight gain, mood swings, the swollen ankles?.'
    Ralph shrugged. 'She never saw the doctor. Her doing so was against her belief. She was convinced her swollen belly was a tumor. As far as her moods...Oh, that was bloody hard to ignore: even nasty. Whenever I tried to suggest she sees a doctor, she would go into a rage.' He sighed. 'I then left shortly after. If I had found out she was pregnant, I wouldn't have left that woman until Carrie was born. I would then have taken her and given her a much better life.'
    I glared at him. 'How touching.' My voice was full of sarcasm.
    Ralph stared at me. 'You don't believe me?'
    'Why on earth should I? Do you have any idea what you put that child through?'
    'If I'd known, I would have contributed to tolerate that psychopath to adopt her.'
    Nicholas merely looked down and shook his head before turning to me. 'He may be telling the truth. I initially thought he was lying about who he was, but everything he says makes sense. Also, he's your son. Try to be less hostile.'
    With that, Nicholas left the room, feeling stunned with the both of us.

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  • musiclover45 1w

    Alive

    My metal tunes make me
    Feel alive!
    As I often tell most people:
    'I'm a Metal Girl!'


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  • musiclover45 1w

    Teacher

    T ransfer
    E verything
    A 'll
    C an
    H ear
    E everyday
    R eapetedly

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  • musiclover45 2w

    Simone's Story: Chpt. 10

    Ralph's only reaction to me was a smile. 'Mother,' he said.
    Nicholas frowned. 'Uh...you're her son?'
    'Yes,' I said, heading straight to him. 'The one who abandoned his daughter.' With that, I raised both my hands to him before Nicholas stood in his way. 'Get out of my way!'
    'No.' Nicholas' voice had a demanding note. 'I understand you're mad at him.' He glared at Ralph, who gave him a puzzling look. 'I am, too. But we need to hear his side of the story.'
    'Yes.' Ralph said. 'Margaret told me you had died...shortly after she heard from or about you. As for as Carrie's existence goes...I had only found out about her earlier tonight.'
    I only gave him an evil glare. I believed him about what Margaret said about me-I wouldn't put it past her. But as for Carrie...
    'I don't even know for sure if she is my daughter,' he continued. 'But since I was with that woman...perhaps a DNA test or something...'
    'That can be done now,' Nicholas said. 'I have all the equipment downstairs. I have Carrie's blood sample. I only need yours.' He was facing Ralph as he said the last statement.
    'Is she telekenetic?'
    'Yes, how-'I began.
    I was then interrupted by the sight and sound of the television set being lifted and put back down on the floor magically with no hands. I knew right then it was Ralph doing so. Nicholas only stared at him.
    'If you still need me to do that blood test, I'm willing,' Ralph said.
    Nicholas only shook his head, stunned.

    ©musiclover45

  • musiclover45 2w

    Being Used pt. 2

    Being Used for cash,
    Being Used to do research,
    Being Used to find homes.
    For what...Nothing?
    I'm struggling! It's not like
    my time is worthless!
    Need me to do all This?
    I want some compensation!
    I deserve It!


    ©musiclover45

  • musiclover45 2w

    Every Person

    Every person you meet has a story to tell: sad or happy, but always true.


    ©musiclover45