Saturday, 16 April 2011

Baby Sitting

It's Saturday night! ... but before you get any ideas no I'm not having a party or anything ... I'm baby sitting until who knows how many hours of the morning pass.

For some this may seem dull but for me its quite the opposite. I can't wait to get the house to myself! Half nine my brother and sister are off up to bed and the house is mine until 3am .. in that time I can drink what I want, eat what I want and do what I want!

So I'm going to do just that, when the time comes I'm going to grab a can of coke and a packet of crisps and sit down in the sitting room to play Dragon Age 2 on the Xbox 360 with the 62 inch TV and the surround sound ...


Friday, 15 April 2011



Heavan Above..

As requested by Kallista Pendragon...

Her hair was up in a ponytail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was daddy's day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid,
She knew just what to say,
What to tell her classmates,
Of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that is why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all,
About a dad she never sees,
A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall, in the back for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called,
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching for a man who wasn't there.

She went to the front of the class,
As she smiled up at her mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
She slowly began to speak.
And from out the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.

"My daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
And though u cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know,
All about my daddy and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories,
He taught me to ride my bike,
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone,
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing here alone.

Cause my daddy is always with me,
Even though we are apart.
I know because he told me he'll forever be in my heart"

With that her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heart beat,
Beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears,
Proudly watched her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message loud and clear,
"I love my daddy very much,
He's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here
..But heavens just too far."

Monday, 11 April 2011

My Village

On Saturday I was at my dads, and he lives in the village that I used to live in. Whilst I was at my dads we went for a walk to the cricket field and I thought it would be a great opportunity to show you guys some of the really nice wildlife so I took my Ipod with me and here are some of the pictures...


Ah Blossom trees, got to love them

A Close up on the blossoms, their so pretty ...

It's a weeping willow! The village has tonne in it but this is probably the biggest and its right next to the river :)

We have mostly normal houses and flats here but there are some really nice old cottages
One of the nicer houses in the village

Behind the trees here is a huge field and a small little bridge

Close up of the River

A Not so close up of the river ;)

The Graveyard in the middle of the woods, my granddad is in their somewhere...

Don't know if this is very clear but this is the swing in the woods that I found, that's not me in the picture that's my brother, there is one with me on the swing but you don't really want to see that

The Graveyard, again ..

Oh another picture of the river, I think this one is just before the little bridge

Don't let its cute looks deceive you, seconds after I took this picture this dog tried to KILL me
Back at the flat .... I like the flowers :3 ... wait whats that ..


Sunday, 10 April 2011

Nicolette Croga- Origins

This is just a short series of stories about how Nicolette Croga came to  be :)

The door opened with a quick twist of the key, just like it always did. Easily and without effort. Gently, I crooked the handle, opening the door and peering into the house. Bare dark scenery stared back at me, barely visible in the dim light. I guess it had been to much to hope that her parents would be home. I walked into the house fully, throwing my heavy rucksack carelessly at the wall, glad to have relieved my shoulders from its constant weight, before pressing the door back into place and pocketing my keys.

With my hands now unoccupied I shot her arm out against the wall and fumbled blindly with my hand for the light switch. I slipped my shoes off with my feet as I tried to find the switch and when I did the lights flickered into life, reflecting light off the wooden floor and changing the grey colour of the stairs carpet to a lush light brown. I was only thirteen years old but I seemed so much more mature then most thirteen year old children. I guess that was because I was always expected to be mature. I had never been allowed outside with other children, my parents would never be around as they constantly worked and they were to scared that their 'little girl' might be taken.

Like they would notice. I had been forced to mature quickly, multiple lessons ranging from cooking to physical activities like dance, climbing and Martial arts. Kids at school envied me. When I told them tales of my lessons they would swoon in admiration, wishing they could have the life of the little rich brunette in front of them. But all the little brunette wanted was their life. Sure I loved the skills I had been taught but all I really wanted was to have friends, I wished my parents would come home before I fell asleep and stay at the house before I woke. If it wasn't for the fact I would fall asleep on the sofa and wake up in my room I would of doubted I had any parents at all. To be completely honest I just wanted a family.

Stalking into the sitting room I smiled, the fire was already lit meaning the room was already warm. Normally I would have to start a fire by myself and wait a grueling long half hour for the room to enter non subzero temperatures. Walking over to the sofa, I flipped the switch for the TV and as I snuggled into the soft fabric the TV whirred to life. My hand moved to the coffee table subconsciously for the remote but instead my fingers wrapped themselves around paper. Frowning I turned my full attention to the object and brought it to my face. On the back of the paper was a name.

To Miss Nicole

I unfolded the crumbled paper and a smell of old pine washed over my senses, the note smelled old as if it had been written years ago but obviously it couldn't of been or I would of received it years ago, it must of been aged paper.

Nicolette if you are reading this then you are obviously at home, I don't know what time your opening this but if you head straight for the TV it shouldn't be long after 3. I just wanted to let you know that something has come up in mine and your fathers business and we wont be home for a few days, I have contacted your nan and she should be at the house before 7oclock, regards Amelie.

Regards? Her mother had written regards? This wasn't some business letter! I crumbled up the paper annoyed and tossed it effortlessly into the open fire, they could give me all these skills but they couldn't give me any love, they couldn't even write about it. Why did they even bother having me in the first place if they had planned all along to ignore me. I stared up at the TV completely turned off by the idea of watching the same continuous programs I usually did and instead used the remote to switch off the TV. After I set the remote back down and laid on my back, watching the fire as I up against the back of the sofa. The fire seemed so active and alive compared to everything else in the room which way grey and unmoving in contrast. It seemed sad to think that the fire was normally the only 'living' thing I ever really had contact with at home.

Time passed and I don't know how long I spelt curled up in a sulk, it could of been 1 minute or one day considering how entranced I had been. However even though my parents weren't here to break me out of the trance my nan was and to remind me of that a ring echoed from the door. I blinked rapidly before sitting up the right way and allowing my hair to fall over my face, to tired to really do anything about it.

I always day dreamed, and when ever I stopped I always felt so tired, as if I was stumbling through a blurry reality that shifted around me, well at least that's what it felt like as I moved from the sofa and headed to the door. The room seemed to ripple at the edges and the shadows around the door seemed to flicker up the walls, changing positions even though the object outside that was casting the shadow was unmoving.

I should really of checked for the door but at this late and in this state it never really crossed my mind. It was so unlike me, so against everything my parents and teachers had hammered into my head, but I did it anyway and as soon as I pushed the handle down to unlatch the door the shadows crushed in around me, holding me in place as I black figure stepped threw the door.

Suddenly I was wide awake as a cold blast of air whipped me in the face from outside, however the cold was the least of my problems right now as I was unable to move meaning I couldn't stop the dark figure in the door way from entering.

If I hadn't been frozen still by the shadows the fear would of frozen me anyway. The figure clearly wasn't my nan and all I wanted to do was run, every instinct in me screamed at me to run but I was physically unable to. I just didn't want them to come near me, didn't want them to touch me. So when they bent down to my eye level and looked at me straight in the eyes I looked away only to have my eyes smacked back into place as the figure clutched there icy hand around my cheek.

Their eyes skimming over my face as if they was searching for something, I don't know what they were looking for but a cruel smile across their hardened face confirmed they had found it. Before I could even cry out the shadows thrashed my body against the wall and I fell to the floor unconscious...