SherrieTheriault

March 26Whirly GigsPivot points and reference points subtlety disguised as harmless bric-a-brac escape my comprehension until I either stumble or land on one or the other and ponder the affect. Realization that much of my life’s contentment hinges like a door shocks me, though I don’t know why it should. Isn’t it the way of things that it all turns on a whim or at the very least hangs on fine gauged calculation? I am not the capricious vixen I accuse myself of; I am however human and given to a certain amount of fickle fussy frenzy which all reckons out given enough perspective and wit.Resuscitate inspiration*CALIBRATE COINCIDENCE Do good Do right Line up with the next movement Get the universe into the sprockets of my desires And make the miracles flow in my direction Ah, The boy scout merit badge of sobriety I force spiritual alchemy through the pasta maker Of my small life Expecting gold And where is God? Where is the realness of reality? Where is my place in this hairy mess? Well, who knows Am I the Wizard, the Chemist? The mechanic of the galaxy? Though I wish and hope In truth I am not the one who calibrates coincidence I am the receiver of.You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriaulthttp://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sanehttp://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault…

aeorphia

"Within the shadows of the forest emits a darkness that dares to brave against the duskiness of nightfall. A tower beholds itself to test everyone's solidity and strength when faced with the danger that lurks further inside. May it be the descendent of the grim repear himself we do not know, for silky luscious raven hair is the only he shows. Be inlaid in the grasp of his palms and you shall suffer an excruciating curse worse than death, the pawns who failed to serve him received eternal rest."A storyteller spontaneously foretells to the villagers of ville d'emeraude day and night, warning the folks to never wander across the barriers that prevented them to reach into the so-called 'cursed forest' wherein the story's tower, exists.However, contrary to Kokichi's beliefs that fairytales are mere fictional fantasies merged from the mind of a human being, felt the urge and need to prove the legend for himself--inspite knowing that mortals like him, who also had the same motive, vanished without a trace, unable to live to confirm the legend themself.What happens when a purple headless chicken encounters a caged crow?…

Sweet_and_Simple13

Kathryn (Katie) Ford is beautiful, she is popular, and boys can’t seem to get her out of their heads. Yes, she may seem like your average sixteen year old but if I were you I wouldn’t judge Katie Ford by who she is on the outside. Because you’ll probably end up tied to a chair or lying unconscious somewhere. Katie happens to be at the top of her class at Crossgates Academy. And Crossgate happens to be the largest school in the country for young spies. Yes, spies. Teenagers with the skill of James Bond and the brains of Albert Einstein that have been recruited from all over the world all under the same roof. Pretty insane right? Katie joined the academy at a young age. She is basically a legend there. But two months into the new school year, Xavier Mason, a new, very extraordinary boy, is accepted into the walls of Crossgate, and everyone immediately crowns him their king, figuratively of course. The boys want to be him and the girls practically flock to him. The relationship between Katie and Xavier, well, it’s complicated. And when you have two super skilled teens with hormones and an indescribable hatred for one another, complicated doesn’t even cover it. But when tragic news hits Katie hard she has to make a decision. Can she trust practically the most skilled spy at the academy who happens to be arrogant, cruel, and self centered to help her, or does she go it alone? Read “Unlikely Allies” to find out!…

NaomiGrym

"That's it?!" I practically yell slamming my hand on the sink. Everyone is waiting for me. I mean, I can't be late for my wedding. It's my wedding! Or should I say, the moment I kill my fiancé. "Well, I mean, we will just have to see how you act with Mr Carson. He's your next mission right after this." I shake my head pounding my foot on the floor making my heel almost snap in half. But it looked good enough. "So, let me get this straight," I protest. I cough quickly. And then start to put my gun in my bra like I usually would whenever I would murder someone in a wedding. I ALWAYS made sure I got a wedding dress with a high top. So I can put my gun in it. "I'm only getting half the cash. Because, apparently you think I'm not good enough for this mission?!" I yell making Dylan cough and then gasp in fear. "That isn't at all what I meant." He pleads and I just scoff looking in the mirror. I put on my red lipstick that made the targets lips burn in pain once they kiss me. Incase I can't get the gun in time. "Goodbye Dylan." I say quickly ending the call before he could protest. "Lets go." I quickly walk out of the bathroom door grabbing my bouquet and sliding my knife in the bouquet. "Ready?" Gram pleads. I just nod my head and then whisper, "Another death another dime." Gram laughs putting his head back and then quickly starts to walk down the aisle. I put on my poker face. And then do what I usually do. I'm mid way down the aisle and then stop. "Help... my stomach... it hurts." I fall down to the ground like usual starting to cough in pain. The fake blood was starting to come out. And that's when Jax (my fiancé) came rushing down the aisle. He quickly sat me up and kissed my cheek pleading, "Are you alright?" I just nod my head. He looks down at my stomach only to see the fake blood bleeding through.That's when I pull the gun out of my bra making everyone gasp. I smirk at all of them. Aim the gun at his head. Bam! -!-Read to find out…

TheGrailMaiden

I had never been to a funeral before... I can only recall two prior deaths significant to my family; The passing of my maternal grandmother, Carmen, and the questionable death of her daughter. I was approaching 15 yrs old then. I don’t know why I didn’t attend my grandmothers funeral or why I never visited her bedside during those last days. I remember her fondly. I loved her. I was always excited when she came to wash my hair as I bathed, and no matter what she made sure that my budding feet were sparkling before I jumped into bed. I was only a tot when my (first) aunt died. The news had made its way into the very same home from which I now make these disclosures. My mom, the 13th and last child, received a phone call that her sister was gone. I do not know the specifics of that call, however when prompted by my subconscious I flashback to that time. In sepia, I see my mother leave the bedroom. She walks toward the front door like a drunkard. My father follows behind her and his parents follow behind him. During this reminiscence, I feel only two things in the present: blank and blue. Gently, the memory dims as my paternal grandfather whisks me away so that I would not mind the groans of deflating hearts. That would not save me because there was little he or anyone could do about the panoramic nature of tragedy and the shaping of my senses as a result of such. My aunt Matilda was born with Down Syndrome. Looking back I suspect she had other challenges as well. There was a rocking chair. Her rocking chair, and I hardly have any recollection of her placement anywhere else. She would let me sit on her lap and together we'd enjoy the calming motion. After her death I remember overhearing dialogues between my mother and her surviving siblings. Matilda could descend steps without much assistance but getting up and pass those same steps was a different contest. So the question was: how did she make it to the rooftop on that fateful day?…

fullmooncleaners

A crime scene cleaner and a demon profiler must clean up a vampire hoarding site, find a powerful relic, and toss it back into hell before it destroys the French Quarter and the world.... My name is Faith Jordan. I clean up crime scenes after the police, CSI, and the dead have gone home, and faithless, dark places where the dead, and other creatures, linger on. I run FULL MOON CLEANERS and my main responsibility is to thoroughly and discreetly mop up after someone or something dies violently, to restore a scene to what it looked like before the violent death. I am daily exposed to nasty human blood-borne diseases and nasty inhuman viruses like vampire, zombie, and the rarer werewolf virus. During a recent job, I got infected with the werewolf virus, so I needed a friggin' vacation. I took a trip to the Old South with my lover Ash, a former priest and demon profiler. We found ourselves cleaning up my first vampire crime scene in an old jazz joint. The vamps at the scene were missing their heads. After we finished cleaning it up, Ash reluctantly came with me to New Orleans, so I could return the vamp's over-payment. No way I was going to be indebted to a vampire. But there was a small problem. The overweight, depressed, socially awkward, blues man/vampire "Ham" wanted us to find out who was killing vampires and why he was on a hit list. He didn't want to die on a sour note. He wanted us to clean up his putrid town home next. See, he's a hoarder and he misplaced something that someone powerful desperately wants back. Ash wanted no part of New Orleans, where he'd almost been turned by one of the world's most seductive vampires, Lilith, who'd kept him imprisoned for years before he escaped. Lilith is part of one of the most vicious lust demon crime syndicates in The Crescent City and she wants the Kissing Stone for herself. But I'm going to find it first. Ash and I will just have to take things one full moon at a time...…

homestaymelaka

Melaka, or Malacca, is a state in Malaysia that is rich in culture and history. The city of Melaka is a UNESCO World Heritage Site and attracts tourists from all over the world. If you're planning a trip to Melaka, consider staying at a homestay for a more authentic and personalized experience.What is a Homestay?A homestay is a type of accommodation where guests stay in a local family's home. The host family provides a room or rooms for the guests to stay in and may offer meals and other amenities. Homestays are often more affordable than hotels and offer a more authentic experience of local Personalized ExperienceHomestays offer a more personalized experience than hotels. You get to interact with the host family and learn about their way of life, traditions, and customs. The hosts are often willing to share their knowledge of the city and give recommendations for places to eat, shop, and visitAffordable AccommodationHomestays are often more affordable than hotels. You get access to a comfortable room and amenities such as a kitchen, bathroom, and Wi-Fi at a fraction of the cost of a hotel. This makes homestays a great option for budget-conscious travelers.Convenient LocationHomestays in Melaka are often located in convenient and accessible areas of the city. You can easily access the city's attractions, restaurants, and shopping areas from your homestay. Some homestays even offer transportation services or have bicycles available for guests to use.Local HospitalityThe people of Melaka are known for their hospitality and friendliness. Staying at a homestay gives you the opportunity to experience this hospitality firsthand. The host family will often go out of their way to make you feel welcome and comfortable during your stay.https://www.anugerahhomestay.com/…

dysunsolar001

Our Installation at Kotdwar, Pauri Garhwal, UttarakhandName of Project: Sustainable Housing ProjectName of Client: Vinod SinghCapacity of Roof Top Solar Power Plant: 4 KW Capital Cost of Solar Power Plant: INR 240000.00Subsidy from Ministry of New& Renewable Energy(MNRE)-INR 129000.00Cost of Project After Subsidy: INR 111000.00Saving in Electricity/Month: INR 3000.00Payback Period: 4YearsSaving in Carbon Emission by the Solar Power Plant till the life time : 116000 Kg Co2Description: Mr Vinod & Family from , Uttarakhand has installed 4 Kw on Grid solar power plant under the Solar Roof Top-Phase 2 Program of MNRE .They are producing aprx 480 Kwh energy every month and saving aprx INR 32544/Year electricity bills from the solar power plant by exporting the energy to the grid. Their neighbors are also learning from them how to make sustainable house. Mr Vinod & Family is the perfect example for other families who are more conscious about energy conservation.Thanks Mr. Vinod & Family for choosing green energy.Cheers!!!!Jai HindRegardsTeamSustainable Himalayashttps://dysun.in/ https://sustainablehimalayas.in/ Mail :[email protected]#dysunsolar #sustainablehimalayas #dysun #mnre #solarpower #subsidy #solarenergy #solarpowerplant #dehradun #uttarakhand #energyconservation #himachal #dehradun #greenenergy #solarpower #ongridsolar #instadaily #india #dysunsolar #haldwanicity #rudrapur #rishikesh #dehradun #tehri #chandigarh #pinjore #doiwala #raiwala #haridwar #roorkee #shimla…

black_rabbt

Buenas! Por acá dejaré algunos dibujos que hago, para nada profesionales.Acepto comisiones a dólares o una buena cantidad de amino coins en Amino. Pueden ver sobre eso en mi instagram @alice.nuit…

caesey1098

Bikram Yoga ExplainedYes it's true, the benefits that <a href="http://yogatips4you.com/2017/02/20/bikram-yoga/">Bikram Yoga</a> may give you may fundamentally change your views and change your entire life entirely. Choudhury suffered an injury in a weightlifting accident and it was as a result of this injury that he developed this type of yoga. He discovered some healing benefits within some of the exercises he practised and then went on to share his discovery and Bikram yoga has since gone on to be practised by many, many people.As experts described decreases in blood pressure levels interrupted -wellbeing brain functions and losing consciousness are only a few of the results of this. It's believed by critics that the humidity and reverse conditions present in Bikram yoga room has a high risk of contamination or overheating. Adding the period wherein it's held the more it becomes likely for this result to be possible. Right next to Choudhury training heart in San Diego, a camping tent has been put up by medical experts to be of assistance to people who experience the symptoms such as fainting and seizures.Choose Diets Wisely(yoga tips for beginners)Diets that tell you to eat specific foods are another sign of a fad diet. Be skeptical of claims that particular foods have a magical fat burning characteristics. You must be cautious with any diet which concentrates on how good you'll look as opposed to how healthful you'll be. Having an objective like looking good for a wedding or a meeting may be an excellent motivator, so long as you follow a fat loss plan that you can keep after the special event. You need to plan ahead and allocate enough time to make changes to your body.…

SniperRabbit

A second later the picture changed and the man was standing behind her holding a sheet of plastic wrap over her face. "Press the button! Just hit it and this will end!" Her body was flailing and jerking against the chains but her right hand chained to the table, was staying away from the button. She had dozens of wounds all over her body that hadn't been there before. "Ether you kill her or I will, just like all the others! Now do it, and end this!" About sixty seconds later she stopped struggling and he took the plastic off her face. She was obviously unconscious by the way her body slumped. The figure turned to the camera. "It's only day four. A lot of them make it this long. But I'm betting on at least a week, maybe even two with this one." He slapped her hard across the face but got no reaction from her. I on the other hand, had to restrain myself from smashing the screen. The man started gathering up his implements of torture that were now strewn across the table. A cork screw, a tazer, a lighter, a soldering iron, a few glass bottles of unknown substances, and several knives. But before he finished putting them back in the bag the screen froze and went black."That's just sick." Whispered my mother disgust and horror clear in her voice."Her whole body is covered in scars." Is all I can think to say, remembering the very complete view I'd had in the garage. I don't even know what to think, I'm mad beyond description sure but that's not thinking."Do I even want to know how you ended up knowing your mates whole body but not her name?" Asked my mother.I gulped. "I don't want you to know. Is that enough information for you?" A.N. Please be patient with me for the first couple chapters while I get my tenses straight.…

SaiKiranNatuva

Rana shouldered his pack, leaving his nomadic Vanaragana tribe to quest for the fabled Devarakshakas-powerful elemental guardians protecting ancient wisdom. Heading west into the Himalayas with fellow seekers, they navigated treacherous peaks where mythical beasts lurked, following forgotten trails.At a dizzying pass adorned with deity carvings, Rana felt an inner energy surge, granting preternatural vigor and perception. Descending an interdict valley, they found an arcane citadel-home to ascetic sages who welcomed them into mystical martial arts focusing psychic and pranic forces.Years studying to awaken subtle consciousness channels let them manipulate matter and mind. But their mentors revealed a dark cult, the Svartavakas, had discovered the sanctum, seeking to wield Devarakshaka powers for dominion. Rana's band forged talismans channeling unified elemental forces for the coming battle. When the Svartavaka mercenary army and sorcerers attacked, chaos erupted across physical and metaphysical planes-shielding forces clashing with eldritch strikes and bindings into foes' psyches, Rana a whirling blur commanding fire and force. As the tide turned, a cabal unleashed a planar vortex spewing monstrous shadow-entities. Rana interwove life-energies into a celestial matrix, immolating himself to implosively sever the rift, unraveling the invaders from existence itself in a pyrocosmic conflagration.Though his bodily form was no more, Rana's warrior-spirit essence eternally fortified the sanctum, guiding future seekers along the Devarakshakas' path of illumination while their transcendent legacy shone bright against the unworthy's dark ambitions.…

rhennerley

This little short is taken from my book 'The Curious Little Book of Extraordinary Big Tales', available to download from Amazon (search The Curious Little Book of Extraordinary Big Tales Richard Hennerley).It tells the story of a lonely and unloved girl, growing up in the shadow of her more beautiful and more adored sister...until one day it begins to snow...A horrible secret is revealed when a fairy's 'gift' shows the Perfect Parents to be anything but perfect..A man of pure intention realizes that only Love has true value, the rest ain't worth a damn..A unique horror is released upon humanity after the Devil has a bright idea..An awkward, shy teenage boy suddenly sprouts a pair of Angel's wings..A beautiful, compassionate, campaigning Princess becomes beloved of the people and meets a tragic, and suspicious, end..A dignified and proud old lady, haunted by the deafening silence of her life, embarks upon a final journey, and gives her Soul to the wind..Did you know that a Fairy lives for exactly 897 years and 13 days, that they kidnap human children because they can't have their own and when they cry, their tears turn into diamonds? Did you know that real Trolls have horns, can run as fast as cheetahs and have a deep and abiding hatred of Bankers?Did you know that as you read this the Blind Old Weaver Of Fate is Clumsily Spinning Together the course of your life? Did you know that you began your existence as a random handful of atoms, coalescing together after journeying across the vastness of the Universe and when God saw you he was so moved by your beauty that he tore a piece off himself and placed it inside you?Did you know that where ever you walk, the Devil and his Special Children walk with you and that one day your Soul will Break The Chains Of Earthly Existence to make one last, Incandescent Journey across a Broad, Bright Blue Sky and the Tale That Was Your Life will slowly fade away, to be lost forever in the dense Fog Of Forgotten Stories?…

xhii_shi

What is your biggest what if?Wondered how a tiny twist of fate could alter everything? What if things turned out differently? If you asked Affarah about her biggest 'what if', it could be..What if there's no reality, does perfect lives exist? Could her life be perfect, then? Will she experience freedom? Can she now feel genuine happiness? Will she experienced perfect normal life While Reality's Asleep?Affarah's world changes in an instant when a tragic accident leaves her in a coma. As her body's asleep, unconscious in reality, her soul wandered into a different world. Sa mundong ito ay meron syang sariling pagkakakilanlan, sariling pamilya, sariling estado sa buhay at ang mga bagay na pinapangarap nya dati ay tila nandito sa mundong ito.As she navigates this new world, Affarah realizes she is happier and more content. Her new family is supportive and caring, and her new life is filled with opportunities she never had before. Although she is aware of her accident and that her real body lies in a coma, this new world seems like a perfect escape from the pain and complications of her previous life.As time passes, it becomes clear to Affarah that she doesn't want to wake up from this dream. She finds herself torn between the desire to stay in this ideal reality and the knowledge of her comatose state in the real world. With each passing day, the decision to return to her old life becomes more difficult as she grapples with the comfort and joy she has found in her new existence.But what was the biggest plot twist that her reality awaits? What will be the biggest plot twist of her life as soon as her body recovers?What will happen as soon as she woke up from coma? what will happen to Vien if Affarah woke up? Affarah must now navigate the complexities of her new reality, questioning what is real, what was a dream, and what she truly wants from her life.…

itsirisgarza

This place wasn't like the others-no; this-this was different then the rest. At least, for the "freaks" like us. When they first set off the alarms, we were just getting out of our pristine white cells. Compared to the other kids, I always reacted badly to it-I could never explain why at the time. Those shrieking tones were like bombs between my ears. The other girls in my section could easily shake off the disorientation and nausea like the cold sweat that slid down their foreheads. But me? Days, sometimes weeks would pass before I could piece myself back together. Though this time was different. It should have been the same, but it wasn't.Like always, no one really knew who, or what had happened to provoke such a punishment. We were working in the labs, sorting multiple chemicals and replacing them with dangerous acids, then right after we were to scrub the floors till our reflection stared back. My hands ached as l continuously scrubbed at the tiled floor, grunting when my arms buckled from under me. I remember hearing the girls from the building close by us screaming, then only minutes after; the alarms blared into the world around us-into our heads. Pain.Thats the only word best suited to describe how I felt once those blood piercing cries resurfaced into my brain. My head pulsed to the sound of thumping feet of the girls who could still walk; while I stayed in a fetal position watching as they go by. My vision was slowly fading-I remember being lifted off the ground before I blacked out completely. •-----------------------------------------------------------------• It felt like hours had passed before my consciousness returned. My eyes blinked rapidly at the flickering lights that surrounded me; the world appeared fogged and blurred. When my eyes began to adjust they widened in fear. I wasn't in my hospital chambers anymore.…