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.

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!

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.

High School Girl Puts Nair In Classmate's Shampoo (Fiction News)

Lisa Rucker was taking a shower after gym class. She washed her hair like a mad woman.
All of a sudden, Lisa screamed and came running out of the shower into the locker room, screaming.
"She claimed that her hair was falling out in clumps." A student said.
The gym teacher by the name of Mrs. Roth, walked in the locker room and demanded what was going on.
"My hair is falling out in clumps!" Lisa howled.
"How did that happen?" Asked Mrs. Roth.
"I was washing my hair and clumps of hair fell out. I'm going bald!" Lisa started to cry. Mrs. Roth
 left the locker room and came back with a bottle of Lisa's shampoo.
"This shampoo smells like Nair." Remarked Mrs. Roth.
"Who did it!" Shouted Mrs. Roth.
"Who put Nair in Lisa's shampoo? Nobody is going anywhere until I find out." Mrs. Roth Said.
So the girls in the class waited, expecting somebody to confess the horrific prank.
The tardy bell rang. "Nobody is going anywhere until I find out." Said Mrs. Roth.
The girls were getting impatient as  they sighed and looked at their watches.
"We all were pissed off. We had to wait and find out who did it. It was very annoying." A pretty red head remarked.
Finally, a small girl in overalls with short blond hair and average looking blue eyes came forward. "I- I_ did it." She stuttered. Her name was Lee Farnsworth.
"OK everybody can go now. Except for you Lee." Mrs. Roth gave Lee a look of contempt.
"Thank you for making me miss my final class." A pretty blond girl remarked as she shoved Lee into a locker.
After all the girls left the locker room, Mrs. Roth asked, "why did you do this?"
"It's a long story." Lee said.
"Well why don't we go to the Principal's office and you can tell your long story to him." Mrs. Roth said, caustically.
They both walked to the Principal's office and Mrs. Roth stated to the Principal, Mr. Lawson about what Lee had done.
Mr. Lawson and Mrs. Roth listened as Lee tearfully told her story as to why she put Nair in Lisa Rucker's shampoo.
"She claimed that Lisa's ex boyfriend was interested in Lee and Lisa still had feelings for him. And every day, Lisa would taunt, abuse and harass Lee." Mrs. Roth said.
"I did it to get back at her." Lee said through tears.
Lee got suspended from School for two days. Lisa  now wears a wig.

Homeless Man Beats Up Middle School Boy ( Fiction News)

Dwayne Russi Wasz  was sitting by a garbage can on the streets, drinking a bottle of rot gut. As long as this homeless man had booze  to drink, he was happy.
All of a sudden, a boy who looked about thirteen years old or so, approached Wasz and shouted, "I hate homeless people!"
He  then started punching Wasz in the face.
Wasz got up and started punching and kicking the boy until the boy passed out.
A crowd of people stood there and watched the crazy scene.
The Police and an ambulance were called. The boy was put  in the ambulance, on his way to the hospital.
Wasz was put in the Police car and one of the cops read Wasz his Miranda rights.
Then, Wasz was taken to jail.
Here are some things that people had to say.
"I've never seen anything like  this." Said  a boy who looked like a college student.
"That little boy had a lot of nerve, trying to beat up that homeless man." An old lady said.
"If I were  the  homeless guy, I would have beat up on that kid too." A middle aged man said.
"Kudos for the homeless guy." A kid about nine or so said.
The moral of this crazy story is  not to mess with street people. They are fast and feisty. And they will hurt you.

Young Child Found Dead In Junkyard (Fiction News)

Maddie Willis was doing laundry, when her six year old daughter asked  her mother if she could  play outside.
Maddie said yes and  on Shelia, Maddie's daughter went out with the dog, Benji.
As Maddie was ironing the clothes, that were freshly washed, it seemed like Shelia had  been gone for a long time.
Maddie started to get worried. Then, she got panicky. 'My daughter is missing.' She thought.
So Maddie turned off the  iron and  attempted to look for her missing daughter.
So on she went, outside  calling over and over again, "Shelia, Shelia!"
But Shelia was nowhere in sight.
Then, she heard a dog barking in the distance. Maddie went closer and closer to the barking dog. The bark sounded like Benji's bark.
She followed that  bark to the  junkyard. Benji was there, barking and  barking around a refrigerator. Maddie panicked as she opened the  refrigerator door.
There  was Shelia and she was dead.
Maddie started screaming, "No! no! no!"
Maddie  went back to the house and called 911. An Operator answered.
Maddie said hysterically, "Help! My daughter is  dead! Please send out the Police  and an ambulance right away!" Maddie said as  she dropped the phone.  She picked it up and gave out her address and  hung up.
Within minutes, the police and an ambulance came to Maddie's home.
The  Police asked Maddie a  lot of questions. Maddie answered them in tears.
Shelia  was rushed to the Morgue.
Maddie sold the house and  moved to a different state. She wanted to be as far away as possible from the tragic incident.
Benji was put in an animal shelter.