Friday, November 8, 2013

I Was Once A Scape Goat

Once upon a time, There was a magical, mystical land called Triond for writers. Triond  was  a publishing service where people would write and publish content.
I used to write and publish poetry, short stories songs and articles.
I published 990 pieces of content while I was there.
People liked my writing and they would e mail me and give me compliments.
But that was only one side of Triond. The other side of Triond, was the deep dark, Hellacious place called the Forum.
The Forum was a dismal place where people would post topics, goof around, argue and the whole Forum would gang up on one person and make them a scape goat. And that person was me.
People would call me "weird." and "strange." And  that was the nicer things that people in the Forum would whip me with.
They would laugh at me, call me, "Sybil."
They would take my written content and show it to every body.
They would mock me and scorn me by calling me an "idiot," and "retarded."
One member, took out a picture of Saturday Night Lives's  classic character, Rozanna Rozanna Danna and put on the bottom, "Katalina Parfum is a friggin idiot." (My pen name was Katalina Parfum.)
The  whole Forum would mock my writing out of jealousy, And constantly harass me with bad language and bad words.
You're probably thinking, ' If she was always getting harassed and abused, why did she bother to go into the Forum?'
It was  because I liked the Forum. I found it to be interesting. The posts like, "Name three things  that you like about yourself and why."And, "Ahem Time To Introduce yourself." And, "The three word game." etc.
I also went down there with secret hope  that people would like me.
But that unfortunately never happened.
One person, got my profile picture and wore it and acted like me out of spite and mockery. Now that made me really upset.
It upset me tremendously when people would make mean, ornery topics about me such as, ' Katalina Parfum is a friggin retard.' and 'Let's get Katalina Parfum.'
People on Triond would write mean, nasty, conniving stories about me and publish them on the Internet.
Luckily, I am a strong person and I was able to tolerate the mistreatings and them being barbaric towards me.
I was able to fight back like posting, "Look who's talking." Or, "Why do you guys have to be so mean to me. Give me a break for once."
I was like a kitten in a snake pit.
Finally, the Forums closed on October 23rd, 2011. The owners of Triond found the Forum to be inappropriate and abusive.
I continued to stay on Triond and write content and get it published.
Finally, I left Triond  in early 2013. I was suffering from severe writers burnout and I was getting tired of Triond so I left.
I will always remember the Forum and how nasty people were to me, but I keep it in the back of my head.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Crazed Mom Stomps On Christmas Tree Lights ( Fiction News )

Norman Farley and his wife Jenny, were decorating the Christmas tree.
They were trying to agree as to what type of lights to put on the tree. The ordinary multi colored ones or the blinking multi color ones.
Jenny wanted to put on the blinking lights, while Norman wanted to put on the ordinary lights.
They started to argue. Jenny was screaming at the top of her lungs. "THE BLINKING ONES!" She screamed. "Jenny, calm down. I like the regular lights. They would look so much better." Norman pointed out.
All of a sudden, Jenny lost her temper completely and stomped on the box of regular Christmas tree lights, while Norman stood there helpless.
Jenny stomped on those Christmas tree lights again. And again. And again, while Norman just stood there.
"My mom's crazy." Said their 14-year-old son.
"She is mentally ill. Seriously. She does this stuff all the time. She is nuts."
"That's not a nice thing to say about your mother." I said as I spoke into the tape recorder microphone.
I pivoted the microphone to Danny and he said, "Well you don't have to live with her. I do."
"What do you do when your mom acts like this?" I asked him.
"Nothing. I just leave the scene." He then shrugged his shoulders.
"Is your mother nice?' I ask.
"Sometimes." Danny said.
"What other crazy things does she do?" I asked him.
"She runs around the house when she's mad and she throws things. She knocks over tables. She talks to herself. and this happens a lot." Danny said.
I turned off the tape recorder and I said, "Thank you Danny."
I headed home and I smiled to myself. I had a scoop!

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Angry Mother Puts Ice cream In Child's Hand

Lily Wilder and her two kids, John who was 7-years-old and Sue, who was 14-years-old, came home from a long day at the beach.
John right away, demanded ice cream. "Gimme some ice cream mom, right now."
Flustered, Lily went to the freezer, took out a carton of vanilla ice cream, got a spoon and dug into the stiff ice cream.
She glopped it right in John's hand. Sue was stunned. John started to scream.
Sue not believing what she saw, went upstairs and ran to her mother's room and dialed 911.
"911 emergency." An operator said in a sugary voice.
"I'd like to report a case of child abuse. My mom just put some ice cream in my brother's hand."
Silence on the line for about a minute.
"OK I will send out the Police." The operator said, smoothly.
Sue gave the address and hung up the phone.
She then went outside and waited for the Police to show up.
When the Police came, They went right to Sue and asked what was going on.
"It is child abuse. You see, my mother glopped ice cream in my brother's hand."
The officer's looked at each other and started laughing.
"I don't think it's a bit funny." Sue said stoutly.
"Ma'm, putting ice cream in a child's hand is not child abuse. It's just crazy that's all."
The two Police officers started laughing again as they went into the cruiser.
Sue ran back into the house and slammed the door and went up to John's room. He was in bed.
"John are you OK?" Sue asked. "I'm fine." John said.
"It was a terrible thing what mother did to you." Sue said, softly.
"Yeah, good night." John muttered as he rolled around in his bed.
Lily was in her room.
Sue did not want to have anything to do with her mother after pulling that crazy act.
She simply went to her room and closed the door.
The house was still and quiet.

In Order To Stay Alive, I Had To Quit Smoking Cold Turkey

Yeah, I remember when I had my first cigarette. I was 13-years-old and I lit it up. I didn't inhale though. I walked around with it making glamorous moves like a movie star. I thought I was cool.
All the cool kids at my school, smoked ciggs and  pot. And me, being so unpopular, I wanted to be just like them, so I took up smoking.
For the first year of smoking cigarettes, I didn't inhale, but I smoked a pack a day. It was so easy back then to buy ciggs out of the cigarette machine.
When I was 14, I was sent to boarding school. And I did inhale. I just loved smoking. It made me feel glamorous. Powerful. With it.
Over the years, I smoked up to three packs a day.
I was hopelessly hooked. I just couldn't stop.
My fingers had nicotine stains on them. My teeth were brown. The white walls of my apartment turned yellow from the tar. My clothes smelled like cigarettes.
I had been smoking for 30 years.
And then one night, I woke up coughing, hacking, wheezing and I had trouble breathing. This went on for a week. I kept on telling myself that I would never, EVER have another cigarette again. But the following morning, that promise was broken.
Finally, I had to put the smokes away and I did.
And from then, I quit cold turkey.
Let me tell you, it was hell. For three weeks, I had to lie in bed, trying to fight the nicotine withdrawals.
I gained 40 pounds, eating like a pig.
Every time that I would have a craving for a cigg, I would have a piece of cake or pie or something else that was fattening.
This went on for a year.
That was three years ago. I am now smoke free.
And I lost 12 pounds.
I still crave smokes, but I know how bad my health will get if I started up again.
I was dying before.
So that's my story of my cigarette  smoking. Smokers, I hope  you take it from me. Cigarettes are slow killers.

About Me

Chicago, Illinois, United States
Hi! I'm cathy Markus. I have a husband and two kitties. I love to creative write, I like to socialize, compose music for my flute, write music for the piano, eat asian food and eat my husbands home cooking(He's a Chef,) read and sing and dance. I'd love to have some friends here.