Rehashing the past

No story again this Thursday.

*splat*

Hey, who threw that tomato at me? Come on, people. I just opened my dark closet wide and rattled the bones with four stalker stories from my past, AND A MEME, AND A MEANER-MEANER CONTEST! I have got some major recovery to do.

*splat*

You know what? If you keep throwing rotten food at me, I will delete this blog. How would you like that? NO MORE STORIES FROM ME!

*scattered cheers and applause*

Ha-ha. You people are FUN-NY. Okay then. I will keep this blog but instead I’ll write about the weird dreams I have every night.

*screams of horror*

Yeah, I knew THAT would put everyone in their places. All right, let me get to the meat and potatoes of this post.

I am doing a link post concerning some past stories I wrote. See, there was a time back when I started this blog that all I did was work on it. I was not visiting anyone else’s website. I would log on and write stories of my past and a few fiction pieces. I am a very introverted person (some of you already know this) and it took me awhile to start visiting other sites - about two months after my start date. Then it took another month of finding my courage to post comments at these other places to let them know I was alive and blogging. So I have a lot of past material in the archives that no one knows about. In my sidebar, I have created links to these stories under the heading "Thursday’s Therapeutic Tales." Yet I also wanted to give a breakdown of my favorites with a brief description.

The Armoire, Parts 1 & 2: This was my very first freestyle short fiction post. It is about a mourning woman who discovers letters concerning credit card fraud committed by her own recently deceased mother. Unfortunately, it seems that someone else was caught up in the scam, and he wants to be paid back for his lost money - by any means possible.

No Additives Allowed, Parts 1 & 2: Wow, this one! Well, I used to live next to some crazy new neighbors and their copycat style of home improvement. I wrote a fiction story about it.

Gone Fishing: A somber tale concerning unsupervised kids and the perils of fishing without permission at a neighbor’s pond. Nonfiction.

Be Me: Simply put, this talks about how racism is a two-way street. Based on a true story. The only fiction parts are the ones with the kids Nat and Tara. I do not have any children. A very long post - I did not break it up into 2 parts. Sorry.

Land of the Prompts: I wrote a wee little story in this post, so you will have to scroll down to the italic part. It is about a serial headless chicken reaper - don’t let this fool you. You will find a brief chuckle now and then clawing up your throat along with the scream.

Shot in the daylight: Um . . . well, if you were around during my Stalker series, then you might have noticed I had mentioned about being almost shot with a BB gun on my way to work one morning. Here is that story.

Out of Sight - Out of Mind: Just a humorous post about the detached pigment in my eyes.

The Continuing Saga of a Mad Woman’s Journal - A Pox & Pressurized Polish: You might have already read about my bruised toes in the one story. The other is the first in this ongoing series concerning my appointment with the doctor. A Pox was when I had the chickenpox/shingles. The ailments are true. The other parts in these stories are false - at least that is what I am going to say to a judge if some bonehead relies on my writing as medical advice.

Counting Time: Another post about one of my health ailments - the mysterious one that no doctor has figured out yet. No, I am not a hypochondriac. *splat* STOP THROWING THE DAMN TOMATOES!

Lotto Blues: A very short post. It talks about how playing the lottery can become an addiction. Nonfiction.

Well, these are some of my favorite stories. Yet there are many others that I have not mentioned or even put in my sidebar. Tales about ski mishaps, parent abuse, a near-death experience while driving, wedding disasters involving fried chicken fed into ATMs and broken car windshields by members of the wedding party. Gosh! There are just so many. Feel free to explore, or leave a comment for me if there is a particular subject you are interested in reading. If I haven’t already written about it, I could probably come up with a story right there on the spot.

Adieu, good people. Adieu until a later post.