Saturday, October 25, 2014

Day 2 of Coffin Hop

Day 2 of Coffin Hop: 


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Part 2 Dust Bowl


So my body headed back to their house. I was worried about Mom. I mean she was expecting and her ankles were swollen, the dark circles under her eyes. So I hopped a ride with them. Pawpaw made quick time of it. I wanted to check on her and those creepy twins. Mom sat there just sobbing and the twins were quiet sitting there staring at her. Every now and again they exchanged looks. I swear they talk without speaking. 

The preacher came the next day and they buried my boy by my Uncle Henry. He was the youngest and had died of scarlet fever when he was ten. He wasn’t here I looked for him. My burial service took five minutes. Micky howled when the preacher was done. Pawpaw planted a rose bush at my feet. I didn’t get a stone for six years.

I stuck around and watched the twins so Mom could rest. Well, that’s how I looked at it. Memaw made sure Mom got rest and ate well. The twins played in the back yard most of the time. They also looked like they were plotting. Well, they always did. Micky mostly stayed near me. It was quiet and Mom needed it.

Mom delivered a baby girl on time. She was blonde and blue eyes and very pretty. Memaw was thrilled and the twins couldn't care less. Micky was happy he had a new person to watch. When everything seemed settled and Mom was on her feet again I took off.

My first ride was on the bumper of a car. It was a young married couple headed to Santa Fe. I got off and floated down the road. I had places to see. Well, that was the plan.

My first night I sat and watched the stars and moon. I also saw ghosts float by me. There was a couple dressed like it was the 1880s. They floated past me chatting away. I saw a gun slinger or a want to be one. He was young and a mess. His shirt was blood soaked and his face was scraped up. I saw Indians dressed in beautiful burial outfits too.

I started to float to Flagstaff. I liked the pine trees they smelled so nice and not of dust. I saw prospectors and saloon girl with an axe in her head. Ghosts walking around outside of town and in town not all looking so good. In the morning I saw it was a ghost town. It was full of ghost people. I floated just past Flagstaff and it was empty.

I decided to go on to California and see the ocean. I walked and hit a wall, an invisible wall. I feel back and landed on my bottom but it didn’t hurt. 

“Hello dear, you can’t go any further. It’s because you can’t go any further than where you have been,” a Saloon lady said.

“I can go back but not forward,” I said.

“Yes, it seems so unfair I know,” The Old Priest said.

“How far can you go?” I asked.

“Well, I was born in South Carolina and can float all the way there,” The Saloon lady said.

“I can go all the way home to Spain. I came out here with the conquistadors. I also can go to Italy,” The Old Priest said.

“So I can go back the way I came and back here,” I said.

“Yes, don’t look so down. You have a nice road and many people pass by,” The Saloon lady said.

“Thank you,” I said.

I started to float back to Memaws. I saw a few other ghosts as well. Some looked like very old and some young. They just floated along. I also saw some very bad things. I saw car wrecks, war dead and old Indians who had been killed. It wasn’t pretty. When I got to Memaws the creepy twins had grown so much and the baby walked. 

The twins looked at me, well, through me. They did their twin chat and walked away.  The baby was was talking as well. She asked me who I was. I think she saw me for real. I left and headed home to our house in Oklahoma.

The dust covered most of the doorway. I didn’t need it but slipped in and saw everything covered in dust. Most of furniture was gone the floor had an inch of dust. Upstairs I saw a mouse, he had died and was dusty small lump on the floor. I looked out the window and saw another dust storm coming in. No one was in town now, everyone had gone.

I saw a few ghosts like me wandering around looking lost. Many had lost their lives in the dust storms, they were covered in dust. I went back out to talk to them.

“Are you from here?” I asked a lady.

“No, I was passing by and a dust storm tossed our car over and over. They died, my whole family in this horrible dust,” She said.

“I am sorry. Are your family ghosts like us?” I asked.

“I am not a ghost. I am walking home,” She said.

I watched her float off into the dust storm. The dust bowl lasted for years. I saw many on the road here at home. I saw small kids who had died from the dust. They inhaled too much of it. 

When I returned to New Mexico Memaw and Pawpaw were burying my mother. The creepy twins were teenagers now. They look so grave and scary. The baby was now school age. 

“I wish your father could have been here,” Pawpaw said to the kids.

“He is not coming back ever again,” The twins said together.

“No, he is working,” Memaw said.

The twins turned and walked away. The looked even more creepy than ever. I followed them the down the street. Bobby and Betty walked to the train station and I watched them pick pockets. As travelers passed by they took the wallets of people who couldn’t afford to lose a penny.

I was very angry with them and told them to stop it.

“They can hear you. Just not going to stop,” a voice said.

“Hello, and you would be?” I asked.

“Good afternoon, I am Myron and like you I am a ghost. As for these two they need a strong lesson,” Myron said.

“What do you suggest?” I asked.

“Wind, just enough to knock them off their feet and the money fly,” Myron said.

“We can’t do that, or can we?” I asked.

“We can do a great deal. Just stand with me and we will blow at them. They will fall,” He said.

We floated near them and blew. At first their clothes fluttered. Then their clothes moved, and one last big breath they fell over and the wallets flew about like a tornado. People were staring at them.

“That is my wallet!” A man yelled.

Many others joined in and all the wallets were returned to their owners. The Twins sat on a bench handcuffed, both of them were red in the face mad. It was the first time they had any colour. They were staring at Myron and me.

“Oh they see us,” Myron said.

“Good, they have always been creepy kids. I never trusted them when they were little. Things always disappeared around them,” I said.

“So they are your little brother and sister. I died in 1901 when my new wife poisoned me. I know what it is like to be betrayed,” Myron said.

“I died laying on a mattress on top of the family truck. I have just wandered around, well, as far as I can,” I said.  

“I ride the train back to New York City and take ships to Europe and once in a while I come here where I died,” He said.

“Can you go past here?” I asked.

“No, I like you am limited to where I have been,” He said.

We sat and watched the twins be taken away by the sheriff. My poor grandparents. 

Myron got on a train and disappeared. So I spent my days haunting the twins as they sat in jail. I can say I enjoyed that. The baby, she was getting so tall and asked Memaw what happened to me.

“Well, sugar she died. No reason, just did. We can bring her flowers tomorrow,” Memaw said.

“We can see your Mom too,” Pawpaw said.

“I would like that. What is going to happen to the twins?” she asked.

“They are going to live with many other children. It’s a nice safe place for them,” Pawpaw said.


I saw the paperwork on the top of the china cupboard. It was a home alright called The State Mental Hospital.  I had heard about those not where you want to go. Most of these hospitals were abuse centers for evil care givers. They liked to use electric shock on people in them. I was in fear of them.

Part 3 tomorrow.

Friday, October 24, 2014



Welcome to Coffin Hop 2015. 

You can visit the list of blogs on the side after you start the tale of a girl who lived through the Dust Bowl, well sort of. Leave a comment so you can get added to the contest for a book, a Hello Kitty Halloween doll and an unedited first page from my new book Lily Starr

You will also get information on my new book.

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                Dust Bowl

So this is how it all started for me. Sounds good but...

It was 1935 when we all got in the truck and left. It was sad. Dad’s store was closed and Mom was pregnant with a baby. I was fourteen and so tired of dust. My older brothers were so glad we were going. 

It was a dusty ride in the back of that truck. I sat on a mattress with our dog Micky. The big mattress was on top of truck and gave us shade. My brothers sat in the back with me. I tried to read, it was hard with the dust. The twins Bobby and Betty rode in the truck with Mom and Dad. Mom dressed them alike him as a boy and her the girl version. It was creepy I thought, but they were creepy. 

First stop was at Memaw and PawPaws in eastern New Mexico. I was looking forward to a bath just to get the dust out of my hair. We drove for three days and finally got to their house. It was cooler at their house and the water was clean. Memaw saw me and said “Sugar get in the tub,  you look so dusty. I can’t even see your red hair.” It was so nice to soak off the dust and rinse out the tub and fill it again to a nice bubble bath.

My brothers were hosing themselves and Micky off in the back yard. The joked around a bunch. The twins were next for the tub. Mom had her bath last and Memaw said give her quiet now. 

Memaw and Pawpaw had made us a huge dinner. It was green chili stew and corn bread. She even made us cake. I didn’t even get a cake on my last birthday because we didn’t have the money to spend. I sleep all night in peace and quiet. No wind howling and no dust. So it was we all got a good nights sleep.

We stayed there for a few days and then the trip was to begin again. Mom and the twins were going to stay in New Mexico until after the baby was born. I was going on to California. I looked at it like well, maybe I could see movie stars and swim in the ocean. It was the only way I could deal with it. I really just wanted to stay at Memaw’s with Micky our dog. 

PawPaw and Dad cleaned the truck up and got as much of the dust anyone could off it. They made the mattresses lie in the back so it was comfy. The one on the top of the truck was tied down so I could ride up on it. One brother sat in the back and sleep on the mattress waiting his turn to drive. The first day went fast and I read a book. Memaw gave me four books to read.

The second day was overcast so the sun didn’t bother me so much. I took a nap after lunch. We had sandwiches to eat all day. Memaw had packed for us.  I sleep through the first stop after lunch and dinner the boys couldn’t wake me up. We were in Arizona just past Flagstaff. 

“Wake up Sally. Dad got us hamburgers,” my brother said.

“Come you two,” My Dad yelled.

“Dad get up here quick,” my brother yelled.

I had died. I am not sure how I remember watching a dry storm go over the lightning was so neat looking. I just fell asleep up there looking at the high desert. I was sitting there looking at my body. Dad kept shaking me to wake up and he was crying. My brothers were too. It was odd seeing my sixteen and eighteen year old brothers cry. At least I died without dust in my hair or clothes. I also had meals without dust in them too.

Dad walked to the phone box and called Pawpaw. The police came and took my body to the morgue. I stood and watched it all. Pawpaw came the next day with Memaw in his truck. They had a coffin and my body was placed in it. The family was so sad looking. 

“You and the boys go on now. I will take her home and bury here by our Henry,” Pawpaw said.

“Thank you. I just don’t get it why did she have to die?” Dad said more than asking.

“Well, God called her home,” Memaw said.

Tomorrow part 2



Thursday, October 23, 2014

Coffin Hop Starts here Oct. 24 at 12.30 am.
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Sunday, October 12, 2014

Coffin Hop 2014

               Coffin Hop Starts Oct. 24th 
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Thursday, October 9, 2014

Coffin Hop

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Monday, September 15, 2014

Mid-September

              


Grab a cuppa and have seat. You need to relax for a few and we can catch up.

I am glad summer is almost over. This summer I have been sick most of it. I sick of being sick. The Doctor said Arizona is making my asthma worse and allergies as well. If anyone tells you move to Arizona you will not have allergies, asthma or any aliments they lie! It will fun they said...

I have been tagged for many things and sadly not enough time to respond to them all. Princess has also been tagged and she say’s you do it Mum. Sorry, I will try to answer a few Tags here...

  1. I did adopt Princess, Love her like my own.
  2. I have written a few books all can be gotten on Amazon, KOBO, and Itunes.
  3. I am very grateful for all my friends and internet friends as well.
  4. I have two blogs this one and my Tumblr one Ghost of The Wind. It’s things that hit my fancy.
  5. I do loads of Instagram pictures, most yes, are Princess.
  6. I am a massive Doctor Who fan. I love it!

I have been busy working on seeing if I can afford to move back to the UK. I miss it and my loved ones there. I may need to sell my Halloween Village. I am not thrilled with this, but, that being said we all have to make sacrifices in life. I know this fact well and have made many in my life. If you are interested in it let me know.

Well, I will be getting Lily Starr back soon and do the first round of edits. Then it goes to the second round and polished up. From there it will be beta read and if any mistakes, I will be told loudly. I hope so anyway. I caught one mistake once and laughed so hard at myself. One thing too remember always be able to laugh at your self. It is hard at times but try.

Now for Coffin Hop. I will have a give away and I am thinking on a tale to spin on the blog. If my dear sweet wonderful Editor has time to edit a short tale. Please with champagne and dark chocolate on top! I know I am shameless!

Time for me to get back to writing. I am working on another Immortal she is pretty cool lady, after two blokes I am hearing this lady tell me her tale. So to speak, when the voices stop talking you know it’s writers block.

I will see you soon. Do you like the idea of immortals?


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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Edits and Family

Grab a cuppa and relax for a bit. I have been busy trying to sort things here out.

I did finish the NaNo camp this July. I am now still looking for an editor. I wish I had more time to look for one but sorting out family is a full-time job. 

Princess had her 7th Birthday and was spoiled rotten. The next day we had rains that flooded all over. We were lucky no floods but loads of rains. Now time to steam up the area with all the rain. Humidity is out of control now.

I have been doing a bit of writing and working on an outline for one of the America’s Immortals. Lots of ideas so little time.

Well, off to kick family in gear to do something besides nap and play video games. I love Doctor Who and this weekend the new one starts.

Have a great week, I hope your reading loads of fun things. What are you reading?

Cheers!