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Black cats are bad luck and the witches muse/ Who killed the wicked witch of OZ?

The snake knows he is powerful but he is still fearful and will run if he can .

The spider is an innocent creature yet he inspires such hatred and fear. He is after all a natural killer he weaves his net and casts it to the breeze and only the silver threads reflect in the moon. A witches friend for only she can tames the 8 legged creature. He eats the flies and butterflies and spits out all the bones. He never goes far from his prey on the web he will stay. He is a fisher of souls and he repairs his web with ghostly threads of his dead. This is a cycle of his life to poison and kill to cocoon and eat the blessed meat. To eat build his web of the deadly threads of souls, now entombed inside the spider the innocent deadly spider.

louisa jen

IVAN MALATE serial killer my story my blessed angel

Ill tell a story that I have never shared with anyone so now ill share it to the world simply because its true and I am alive. I was 14 years old I use to love roller skating very much and use to go every weekend with my girlfriend. This Friday evening I was alone and bored. I had to go from Cessnock to Abermain 8 mile I missed the bus it was already late afternoon 5.15 pm I know it was that because I had looked at the clock. I waited on a bus stop in the main street no bus. I was young and silly I walked a little down the street and a car pulled over, He asked if I wanted a lift I saw he was wearing a brown suit and a blue tie he looked decent so I said I wanted to go to roller skating. He said hop in and ill drop you Im going to newcastle its on the way. I got in and we had not gone more than a mile when i was being asked so many questions and luckily I gave all the right answers apparently. for example why was i hitching a lift answer I missed the bus /what time was the bus 5pm/ how are you coming home /,friends will give me a lift,,/ So are they there now /,,yes they are waiting for me,/, does your mother know you hitch lifts /,,god no she would be furious/ ,, what time are you to be home … roller skating finishes at 9 pm so 9 pm,/, how old are you 14/ have you got a boy friend,/, no do the friends know what time you are coming there /,, absolutely yes/ they are waiting on me,/, why are you alone tonight / My girlfriend has a boyfriend I was alone tonight / and his demeanor had changed from happy to confrontational…. The strangest thing that evening was a voice went off in my head loud which said he has a knife,/ don’t look at him and so I never turned my head from the road/ I felt if I look at him all hell will break loose./..I think an angel took that ride with me and was with me all that night /,,,I determined if he dose not let me out at the spot I asked/ I will jump no matter the speed./. There were so many questions I don’t recall all but I know he was calculating how much time he had before I was expected by friends or family./ I was never totally stupid but I tried to be as angelic as I could be soft voice only answering questions no idle chatter/ I felt a little panic and as we neared the roller rink / I spoke rather fiercely pull up here please!!!!/ Luckily he did, I wanted him to know I only wanted the lift, so I shut the car door ,the window was down and so i said as politely as I could,/, Thankyou for the lift. he answered in a very ominous voice don’t ever do this again he said/ ohh no I wont I answered/ I went inside the roller skate rink and skated but I asked a boy who used to give the girls lifts home could he please take me home?/ he said sure no problem… I made sure I was ready and followed him along with others ,to his car and about 5 people piled into the bench seats./ He took me too my home but just as we pulled to the curb, headlights behind focused on the car../ the boy / the driver said hey I think we have been followed and I knew who it was/ I did not say a word but I got out and did not look back lest he think interest../ I ran inside and said mum I’m home and I told her what had happened we locked the back door../ Now I forgot about this incident until years later a man was being investigated for lots of murders in a particular area / in a Bangalow forest and after an English tourist had a similar only more terrifying experience the man was identified and charged with 7 murders particularly savage and it is supposed that lots more girls who are missing were his victims/, This was he and I remembered him clearly when I saw his picture in the papers./ He died in prison but at an inquest to the missing people he stood and said any girl who was allowed out after midnight deserved what she got./. The time question gave me a cold chill and I know I was very lucky./ he lived in the cessnock area at the time of this incident and there are so many missing people/ I knew it that night I instinctively knew he was evil and I never understand how I knew what to say and do/ I was an angel personifies and that is how I know I stepped free from that car…

The witch of Allenhdoor had taken the castle with her dwarf armies. Small men with ferocious wolves. A murder of ravens the sky black with her forces. They swooped in to first pecked the eyes from the kings men, who defended the walls. Then came the wolves to rip their throats and the job half done it only required a dwarf man to slice the heads from their bodies. Blood ran like water and her small dragons from the Island of Pagoda finished off the morsels. The dragon master was reptilian in appearance some say he was born of the incestuous love of reptiles. The witch of Allenhdoor wore white so beautiful she sparkled and shone like a dazzling moon beam. She was in appearance innocent evil men fell at her feet. But she had no lover she would never know love. Such was her chastity such was her fate. Their was only one love and she dared not whisper his name lest the devil heard it. He was brave handsome dark eyes dark hair and love surrounded him in a blue light which shone from his armor. He rode a great steed and she grew weak when she whispered his name silently on the breeze. He did not love her and she had grown sad and so she took the castle of a goodly king and locked his daughter in the dungeon. She thought the dragons might like a princess for dinner or maybe the spiders could cocoon her, For the moment she lived and the witch enjoyed the crawling creatures. What would happen would the knight come to rescue the princess???? next episode we shall discover. spiders and snakes joined in games of climbing castle walls going up the briar’s and the blood red roses. while the ravens sat and ate the lady bugs. The wolves slept and the dragons finished their feast. The sun rose to a reddened sky all quiet in the castle. The slithering creatures lay silent their poison to deliver to any moving thing. No one saw the shadow moving it crept up the roses and passed over the wall. It stepped across the sleeping dragons and silently moved down the stairs to that place of torture. She saw the shadow she knew hope. Suddenly a ray of light from a candle on the stair a shine so bright the shadow disappeared. The light grew brighter as the witch stepped closer to the cell, She smiles to see the dread in the eyes that looked back. She laughed and turned away and the light shut the door behind her. closed doors bar the escape she sat in silence she wondered where had the shadow gone? Maybe she never saw the shadow, maybe she dreamed the shadow into life. She sat now with out any more illusion. The princess was imprisoned and feared that death would come here in this cold grey doom. Maybe the light of the moon would never be seen again. Maybe this was the happy ending to see only the black of space. no star to dement the mind, no light to hope without cause. Just empty skies to give peace of spirit. To accept the void, to sit in the void. The Keep became her home the witch moved the prisoner to the keep and there she watched the stars and heaven seemed closer than ever before. The moon shone and the days were long but breezes blew all manner of dreams in to her little world. The roses could be seen and smelt ,there was a bed to lay upon and books to read. She looked across the fields and in winter they were white and in summer green . One day she was sitting reading and she looked at her shadow. She knew she was not alone. At night he was always in her dreams. The wicked Queen grew ever more powerful and hope faded. Many in the castle believed this to be wrong that the dearest lady was in the castle keep. It was not long before a stranger came into her life a rider came to the castle he was dark and brutish. He walked wit his sword no one bothered such a powerful looking man the snakes hid the dragons slept and the queen watched from her window. Many were in the castle this day. The princess looked down as he looked up and their eyes saw a friend in each other. He did not know how but this stranger wanted to help the girl. He went to the queen and saw her beauty. He was a determined man, a strong man but the queen was far to caught in the gaze of the knight ,the shadow. This man was not to be undone so he set a plan of rescue. He took great heart and crept to the keep killing snakes and dragons as he went and several guards lost their lives. He would not risk the front gate rather they would jump to the ocean below. Fro the castle sat on the edge of the sea. Rocks jutted out he knew he could jump the distance. He would throw the princess from the keep and pray she would survive it. So he did he took her hand and he swung her around and hurled her as far as his strength would allow. He saw her hit the water and he ran and jumped as far out as he could. They were both in the water and swam to the shore. Horses waited and they travelled far from the castle to the sands of the desert. They travelled the old silk road to a new life in the exotic east a place of wonder and beauty. She only sometimes remembered her love of the shadow but every time she remembered him a tear ran down her cheek. love never lost its pain. Life however did go on but never quite the same. The end

The game of love where golden hearts do bleed. They are pure and kind but love is not. That girl is made from love for love But no love exists and she is tied to duty Oh Ophelia the time has past Look to thy self for love exists only in fairy tales My quest is to write a tale of woe a tale of unrequited love I have flirted with life and harmed many of this I am sad If innocence is a defense then I am innocent I played at life I dreamed too often I touched a soul without ever having lived in reality Do you begrudge me my dreams Do you wish me less if this be true then I am guilty and forever punished Let there be loving souls and forgiving hearts for those to dared to dream Take this as my redemption from love

The golden game of love


Did you see the moon come closer please come closer

The day was cool and breezes blew my mind was consumed by one face ,one image. I have been told of obsession and how bad that is but my mind wanders in dark places. Obviously im told you have mental health issues or problems from untold youth. Do I believe well one can be told all things and begin to believe therapy is your most happy outcome. Indeed it has helped my coping skills and level of happiness. But the image is still adorable and the face still haunting so maybe the therapy while good has ultimately failed. Hope is now gone maybe that is a good resolve but love remains without hope. Love at midnight a perfect imperfection an innocent evil without any wounds what say ye of love unrequited but still adored. So I watch the moon alone and see the sun alone its a perfection of self and I have held my own hand in the midnight hours so it is a love as black as the night.

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