Mothering Many

Alright, ya’ll. Settle into your couches ensconced with slipcovers, here we go with Part Three!

“No, mommy, no, I just want you to be hapy”, said Carolanne and her mother stopped crying. “Really”, she asked, “but it’s my fault you died, I should have been paying more attention to you that night, I should have been watching you!” She had started to cry again. “No, mommy, I should have stayed in bed, it’s not your fault, it’s mine, you should be happy!”, she whispered to her mother, “You have to be happy for me to move on”. Suddenly, James came through the window, howling with laughter. “For you to move on?” he laughed, “why would you want to move on?” He looked at Carolanne like she was nuts. “This place is so much fun! I mean, you can do this”, he said, as he lifted the chair Carolanne’s mother was in. “No, please put me down” wailed Carolanne’s mother. “Help me, Carolanne, please just help me”, she asked. “I can’t”, said Carolanne, her ghostly eyes filling with tears, “I’m not strong enough”. James carried her mother through the door, going invisible, so it looked as if the chair was bewitched to float through the air. “Please, Carolane, please try to help me!” her mother screamed as she was carried away, 15 feet in the air. “What can I do?” she whispered, flying to catch up to her screaming mother. “Please, James, please just put her down. Back at home.” “No! You can’t leave me, Carolanne, you’re the only other ghost in town, and if you won’t stay I’ll just kill your mother!” Carolanne froze. “No, James! You can’t, please don’t, she doesn’t deserve it!!! Please just take her back home!” Carolanne pleaded, but still James continued to carry Carolanne’s mother towards the icy cold churning river. “No, I’m dumping her in; she is going to pay for you to cross over.” James was almost at the river now, Carolanne’s mother still floating in the air screaming. “Hurry, Carolanne, please hurry, he’s going to kill me!!” James was laughing now, a terrible evil laugh only someone who really did not care about another person’s life could laugh. “How dare you think you could stop me!”, he shouted, “as if you, a little puny ghost-girl like you could stop me?” This made Carolanne so mad she screamed, “Puny little girl? REALLY?” She flew ar James, who threw the chair holding Carolanne’s mother into the air. Carolanne caught her mother and placed her on the ground. “You’re going to pay for messing with her!’” She attacked James, but James was ready. “What are you going to do? Kill me?:, he laughed. “No”, said Carolanne, “I’m going to banish you”, she said. “WHAT?”, yelled James as Carolanne grabbed his arm, fuelled by anger. She pulled James to the church, and inside. “Now, this is fun”, she said, as she pulled him to the altar. “I BANISH YOU!”, she screamed, “from this town, form this earth. Be gone, for you are an evil ghost who crawls around ruining people’s lives, scaring them so that they will never be the same!” And then…….James disappeared.

The End

Before I continue with the story, I need to clarify that Diva was taking a miniclass in Ghost Stories when she wrote them. It’s not that she’s any more morbid than most 14 year old girls. There’s no need for folks to be lining up at POS systems across the nation to buy the child anti-depressants or anything.

Story Continues

“Who is this…beautiful woman?” James asked. “Oh, this is my mother.” James raised his eyebrows, “Oh how nice of you to visit her, but don’t you think you should let her see you? I mean, I let my wife see me all the time”, he said with an evil looking smirk. “I don’t want to scare her”, said Carolanne with a shrug of her pale shoulders. “Oh but scaring people is so fun!” said James. “Oh I don’t thnk so, I hate it when people scream, and it hurts my ears.” She looked at her mother. “But I hate it more when people cry, people should be happy on Christmas”, she said. With a sad smile on her face, she looked over at her mother. “I wish she was happy”, she said. “It’s impossible for everyone to be happy on Christmas!”, he said with an evil grin. “Come with me, I’ll show you what a fun Christmas is.” He grabbed Carolanne by the arm and pulled her through the wall. “Come on”, he said again. “Why? Where are we going, James?” Carolanne squealed, frowning. “We are going to the church, to show those dear people what goes on after death” he said, shaking with an evil laugh. “No, if they see us they will be scared and scream!” said Carolanne. “I don’t want them to scream, I don’t want them to be scared!”. She tried to stop James, but he was too strong and such a powerful ghost; she could do nothing against him. “Please stop!” she cried, but it was too late he pulled them through the door.

They appeared on the platform in front of the church congregation. “BOO” yelled James and all the people screamed. “No don’t scream, please don’t scream”, whimpered Carolanne. “Can’t you people just be happy?”, she asked, but not one person heard her, because of the screaming. Finally James let go of her and she flew away, crying. She flew back to her old house. She flew in the door, but she had forgotten she was visible, her mother screamed when she saw her, “Oh my little girl has come back to haunt me!”

CONTINUED Tomorrow

This is the second story Diva gave me and said I could share with you. The title of this story is kinda like a personalized gift to her sister, The Clone, since it is a play on the nickname TC gave her years ago.

The Good Ghost Carolanne”

Carolanne was a good ghost. She didn’t scare people; she just wanted to know what was happening with her poor mother. But sometimes she just came out at the wrong moment when people had just looked, and they started to scream, Carolanne hated screaming. She had heard enough of it when she was dying, from her poor mother. That Christmas Eve night, just a few years ago when her mother was holding her annual Christmas party….It was cold outside and snowing, Carolanne just wanted to touch the pretty snowflakes. While her mother was not looking, Carolanna snuck outside, barefoot with no jacket. She started to play but her fingers were going numb with cold, so numb she couldn’t open the door….A few hours later when the guests started to leave, trickling out of the house happy and jolly with Christmas spirit, Carolanne’s cousin Lucy saw her…..”Mommy, why is Carolanne just laying there? Can I go play?”, she asked. “Oh my God,”, her mother gasped and ran for Carolanne’s mother. “Come quick”, she said, but it was too late. “Hurry”, she said, but they didn’t make it in time…..

Carolanne just wanted to make her mother happy on Christmas. Her mother always just sat and cried the whole day…for the last 3 years that’s all she’d done on Christmas. Carolanne sat invisible beside her mother one Christmas Eve, “shush now Mommy, it’s okay”, she whispered, but her mother did not hear. “Mommy don’t be sad”, she tried again. But still her mother continued to cry.

“Boo”, said a voice behind Carolanne. “Oh, it’s you James”, said Carolanne. James was the ghost from across the town….he was killed 20 years ago 3 days after Christmas by his 5 month pregnant wife. She only got four months in jail, because the judge didn’t want bad publicity.

He was a very mean ghost filled with anger. He got especially mean around Christmas.

“Baby, you know that things like this just can’t be real! It must be some prank like the ones they played on that old hermit!” Bailey gasped, “That must be it! It’s the hermit, Michel, there’s no other explanation!” Michel thought a moment. “That would make sense….if it wasn’t a prank.” Bailey shook her head and took a sipp of her coffee. “I think we should go back.” The waiter had been standing near them for a few moments polishing a mug. “I wouldn’t do that, Miss”, he said, “that old hermit was mad, he deserved what he got. I bet his ghost is even worse off than he was!”

Bailey and Michel shared a look , and when their eyes met they both thought “probably”.

But that night, the waiter, Jaden couldn’t help but go to the beach, him and a few of his friends decided to see if they could catch the ghost. They got there that night and at 12:43 the ghost appeared, and they followed him, just like they had that night just 10 short years ago, when they had chased him down the beach, caught up with him, and killed him.

But this time, they were the ones chased, they were the ones caught, and they were the ones that died.

The End

So there ya have it, much like she wrote it. I did correct a few comma placement issues and some homonym abuse, since that is my pet peeve. Clearly the girl has more going on in her head than xbox 360 games. I think with a little work on *ahem* paragraph breaks, and some more practice, she could be a fine writer. And I have another story to share to prove my point.

I can’t remember exactly when Diva wrote this story, but it was back before Christmas, possibly around Cyber Monday. I told you yesterday that I was a fail here, so just hush and read.

The Ghost Hermit by Diva

It was 12:43 pm n Friday the 13th and a full moon hung over the Fort Fisher Hermit’s Stone. Suddenly a ghostly figure moved along the shoreline.

It walked along the shore, but then quite suddenly it turned and started “walking” up towards the cave-like structure half way up the beach.

Up along the beach, a couple, Bailey and Michel, watched the ghost proceed into the small cave. They were just out for a romantic walk, they had no idea what they would come across. Michel, being the daring football player he was, wanted to investigate. “Come on, let’s get a closer look”. he said, grabbing Bailey’s hand and starting to quietly walk along the beach. They got to the small entry way to the oval-shaped cave and peered inside. There they saw the ghost cutting a ghostly loaf of bread, and spreading butter on it. The ghost then sat down at the table to eat. Then after he was done he got up, snd walked towards the door. Then Bailey did not move fast enough and he walked right through her. She turned very pale and passed out, but Michel could do nothing to help her for he was quite transfixed by the ghost, which had gone down to where the water was coming up along the beach. He sat and put his feet in the water, the water went right through them though. Michel walked around beside him, and stuck out a cold hand, that too went right through the ghost. The quite suddenly the ghost began to cry, his shoulders shaking with the strength of his sobs. Michel then woke from his stupor, and ran back to Bailey, who was just beginning to wake up. He shook her shoulders and then picked her up. And briskly walked back to his car, he then sped to the nearest police station to tell them of what he saw. Of course no one believed him……the next morning when he was in the coffee shop with Bailey arguing over whether what they saw was real or not. “It had to be! You saw it, it walked right through me Michel!”, she said, her frustration and confusion making her eyes water.

Now, I like to think that I am at least as smart as your average mesothelioma lawyer, but I have to admit a massive fail here. See, I’ve been working about a year, right? And complaining, when I do blog, that I don’t really have time to blog. Folks, it has taken me that long to realize that I could harness the power od WP’s pre-publish feature to blog when I can’t blog. Can you say d’uh? So now, I plan to blog quite a bit on my days off and then string the publishing out through the next week. Sometimes I amaze myself with my own cleverness!

We’ll start with a series of posts that are courtesy of Diva. She wrote a couple of stories for school awhile back, and graciously agreed that I could share them with you. And she has repeatedly asked me about it, and I’ve been explaining that I haven’t had time to type them in……see? Geniusal!

So, I got a late Christmas present. No, not weight loss surgery Mexico, LOL. The Clone came home for Christmas. Well, after-Christmas, since I work retail. And she brought her fella with her. Here are all my kids in the kitchen the night she arrived, with the exception of DaBaby, who was still with her Grandi.

Am I richly blessed? Oh yes, I am. And does this photo make me cry? You betcha!

Now, I try not to rant about my kids on the blog. Truly, it’s just not seemly. But I was just handed an insult that was too much to take without letting off a little steam. And it really sounded like an innocent, even pleasant, question; “what did you do this weekend?”

Well, let’s see, dear. You left here Friday night and you had to scale a small mountain of your laundry to get to the door, and there were boxes stacked 4 high all along the kitchen wall. You came in on Sunday night, and you could actually get in the door without crippling yourself on dirty clothes and a quarter of those boxes had disappeared. Plus I had dinner almost ready for you. What do you think I did this weekend (aside from working my “outside the house job” from 9 till 4 on Saturday) eat bonbons and order Ferrari parts?

Oh, to be an oblivious teen once more!

I’d love to tell ya’ll what a fun time we are all having today, but I can’t. I have one sleeping, one outside and the rest farmed out here and there, and I am pressing on with my previously outlined agenda. But I do have a blessing to share. With all the cleaning and purging I have done over the past few months, I have realized how blessed I am to have healthy, happy children. You’d think that in a household this large, we’d have a slew of medical equipment, but we don’t. We have one nebulizer from Drama’s last crazy bad milk allergy episode, and that’s it. And I haven’t had to use it in three years. Blessed indeed! And now, back to the mines for me, cause the dryer just shut off.

So, apparently, we like to sleep. Especially in winter. With the curtains drawn and the heat on, we like to burrow into the blankets and hibernate. Today was one such blissful day, and the house stayed quiet until the amazing hour of 8am. Oh, I remember the days when it would have taken silence until 10am to thrill my little sleepy soul, but with the new public school and job lifestyle, 8am is good. Really, really good. Much better than the 6am stumble out, switch on the home lighting and start poking people agenda that I follow Monday through Saturday, LOL!

Today I am taking a much needed at home day to get caught up on stuff that has stacked up since my last “home day” on December 1st. I’ve been taking the kids to various appointments on my off day lately, and it’s really beginning to show in the stack of laundry that’s blocking the front door. And the stack of blogging that waiting to be done. And the stack(s) of boxes waiting to be sorted in my kitchen.

Enough sentence fragments from me for me, I clearly gots stuff to do!