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Monday, November 6, 2017

I Won’t Be Here… I’ll Be There

I Won’t Be Here… I’ll Be There

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I Won’t Be Here… I’ll Be There
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee 

Don't look for me here because ... I'll be there. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

If I die, would you notice if I were gone
Would you see the empty space I left behind
Before things shuffled, filling it in
Would you miss the sound of my voice
The brightness of my smile
Could you possibly… miss ‘me’
I only mean something to one person
One person in this world
Everyone is gone, even my only child
Sometimes, I wonder when I already know
That some people would really care
Some would shed a tear or two
When I die, it will be a private affair
No one will need to come to see my body
I don’t let anyone come to watch me sleep
Sleeping is a personal thing
Dying is personal, too
I don’t want anyone to come stare at me
No one needs to know when I’m gone
No one needed to know when I was here
Let me rest in peace
Cremate my body, free my soul
Let the fire change my body to ashes
Be placed in a beautiful chest with painted roses
Maybe one day my ashes will be scattered in the wind
To swirl, dance, play in the air
My ashes will become dust in the wind
I will be ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I will be until I’m no more
I won’t be here… but, I will be there
If I die, don’t come looking for me
You didn’t find me when I lived
I won’t be here… I’ll be there

Thursday, November 2, 2017

On Hold For Now ... The Walls Move!

The Walls Move!
Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Writing is like a big, happy balloon ... I soar as I write ... sometimes ... the air goes out and I'm left at a standstill. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Well ... I've decided something. For the moment I'm not continuing my scary story because, I'm not in the mood for mean, evil things.

Sometimes ... I begin writing a story with passion ... and it is like a big, happy balloon ... sometimes, the air goes out of it.

The Walls Move! story is on hold. I don't feel like writing about killing, hurting ... torturing anyone right now. 

Sunday, October 29, 2017

The Walls Move ... Part 2

The Walls Move ... Part 2
Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

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Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Just because you don't see anything doesn't mean it isn't there. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

John jumped up ... pure rage, fire burned in his eyes.  His fists were balled, he was going to kick somebody's ass.  Son of a bitch!  Mother f____!  His f______ nose was broken and the pain was more than he could bear. 

He turned around ... and around.  John didn't see anyone!  Where did that mother f_____ go!  He needed to kill something.  The f_____ pain was too great to contain.  He saw the dog, walked toward it.  The poor dog cowered ... peed on itself.  It knew the man was going to hurt it again.

Just as John went to grab the dog he felt somebody slap him upside his head.  His cuss words pure tangled together he was so angry. White froth came out of his mouth.  You son of a ... mother fu___ son of a yee yow yellow .... John had never known such anger.  The fires of hell raged in him. 

He heard a chuckle on his right side ... he spun around.  No one was there!  He spun around again.  Where was the son of a bitching mother f______!

John was very dangerous now.  Let some bastard come into view he'd rip their heads off, piss down their necks and whatever else he felt like doing. 

He backed up ... looking around.  He couldn't see a damn thing.  Another chuckle sounded.  Sounded like a damn woman.  That couldn't be ... women don't like to get their asses kicked.

John felt a tap on his shoulder ...  froze.  He took a couple of breaths ... turned around.  His eyes took in what stood before him ... he was confused.  What the hell?  He shook his big-old head not believing what he saw ....

Continued to ... Part 3

The Walls Move! Part 1 ...

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Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

If you think you can act in secret ... there are always ... eyes ... watching. You might not know it now but, it will bite you in the ass one day. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

The Walls Move!   Part 1 ... written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates

He kicked the dog for the fifth time ... it cried out in the most heartbreaking sound.

The man didn't know eyes were watching him from nearby shrubbery, trees. He didn't know ... hell was getting ready to break loose in his life ... it would never be the same again.

Just as he went to strike the dog with his bare hand ... he was on the ground not knowing what hit him. His instinct was to jump up, begin fighting.

He was a mean, vicious man who bullied people, abused people ... animals alike. John was a pure bastard in every way. He had no way of knowing ... he was getting ready to meet his match.

Continued to Part 2:

Saturday, August 26, 2017

Saturday Morning Thoughts ... 8-26-2017

Gloria Faye Brown Bates

What's sad is when you try to hide your needs ... then something happens to expose them 'to the world' when you fooled them into thinking you have everything never asking for anything.

Life can be sad ... it waits for no one. The sad thing is one can't tell everyone important in their life ... what's wrong. They have to think what they will ... all the while ... time goes on.

You can't see this until you've experienced so many things in life ... and are older. By that time ... one learns to keep things to themselves and let people think what they will ... even if it's wrong.

Why? Pride and ... never letting anyone think you are asking anything of them. Why? Because of caring too much about others, respecting others ... knowing you don't ever want to take from them ... because you love them.

Sadly, situations in life expose things one hides ... need. It's easier to do without ... than to ask. It's sad when one has always had and gave ... than to be the one who doesn't and receives.

These are my Saturday morning thoughts about Life. No one has to comment on them. They are thoughts that came to my mind.

Thank you, everyone, for your prayers and caring thoughts for Skip. He laid down most of the day but, I would go to him and read them to him. It meant so much to him. It meant so much to me to tell him. He loved, respected his mother ... he didn't have the financial means to go to her.

Through time ... our illnesses have put us in financial straits. Life can be that way ... one learns to make the best of it ... it's sad though when things happen. What's sadder when you have to tell anyone so, they can understand the whys?

Dukester and I enjoyed our walk in the cool, cool air. It felt so nice. It has been raining ... and began again at the end of our walk.

Camie and Kissy have been staying by Skip's side ... they know something isn't right with their Skip. Pups are Special ... they care always. <3 <3 <3

Author's Note:

Skip's beautiful mother went to Heaven yesterday ... 8-25-2017. While he didn't get to see her often ... he loved her very much.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Hello Victoria ... Part 30: The Walter Sebastian Corbett/Victoria Fairchild

Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

The strongest feeling in someone is ... also ... their weakest. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Photo owned, of Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee (Victoria Fairchild)...

Walter felt his heart beat faster.  The effect Victoria's voice had on him was amazing.  Even his beautiful wife, Grace ... never excited him like this.  He wanted this woman more than anything he had ever wanted ... and be damned ... he was going to have her.

Victoria was ready to see Walter.  That was the whole reason for her call.  She had been away from him long enough ... she knew she was prepared for a battle ... to life ... or death ... when it came time.  And the time would come.  Walter Sebastian was a very dangerous man ... but ... she was a very dangerous woman.

Victoria had an advantage ... she could see through Walter.  Walter couldn't sense her special abilities.  He had no idea who he was messing with ... Victoria smiled to herself ... but soon ... he would.

Walter arranged to meet Victoria the next day at the same bar they had met at.  The Blue Lagoon Bar & Grill ... it was a quiet, nice place to sit, talk.

Victoria dressed in an elegant dress ... it was light blue.  It was buttoned down the front length of her dress and ... came down to her ankles.  It was a straight dress with a slit in the back.  She wore a wide blue belt.  The collar around her neck swooped down to the buttons ... where her beautiful cleavage began.  She wore blue low high-heels.  She was a picture in blue.

Walter sat waiting for Victoria to show.  He was lost in a fantasy when he sensed all went silent.  He looked up to see the most beautiful woman walking toward him.

Victoria had entered the bar and everyone noticed.  She walked proudly ... head held high with a beautiful smile on her lips ... Walter felt himself hardened ... he was going to tear every button off the front of her dress!  He pure hurt with desire looking at her ... he smiled calmly, said, "Hello, Victoria".

Victoria swayed her hips gently as she walked toward Walter ... she was her most seductive.  Sex was going to be Walter's downfall.  Victoria knew exactly how to play him ... she knew once she was alone with him ... it would be a matter of time he'd make his play on her.

Victoria leaned over slowly making sure he looked straight into her dress seeing her cleavage.  She let her lips barely brush his left ear.  She felt him jerk with desire.  She pretended not to notice.  Hello, Walter!  The sunshine came out when she smiled.

Walter was completely mesmerized by Victoria.  He could sit ... watch her for hours.  The soft, sexy way she moved ... swayed.  Her lips were always changing just as her expressions did when she talked.  All Walter could do was smile, listen as Victoria talked. That voice!  It sent chills up his spine ... the good kind.

I will be back in just a moment.  I need to go to the powder room.  Victoria rose from her seat looking like an exotic flower ... her perfume filled Walter's nostrils.  Oh my God ... Walter thought he was going to burst with desire.  He was going to have to go the restroom, also.  He walked behind her ... as she walked he felt himself wanting to explode.

Victoria smiled prettily at everyone as they stared at her.  She knew she the whole room was watching her ... it never failed.  She was used to it everywhere she went.  She also ... knew Walter's predicament ... that was good.  She could tease him longer and not go anywhere with him ... if ... he took care of himself in the bathroom.

Walter slipped into the men's room, locked the door.  He unzipped his pants with his shaking hands.  He was going to explode and he didn't want to do it on his yellow polka dotted shorts.  Yellow polka dots on a green background.

Walter grabbed his manhood ... it felt like a tree.  He instantly went into another world ... a world we all go to ... to get relief from pent-up sexual desire.  He began stroking himself ... he moaned as he did.  Walter had never been so hard in his life.  He was nearly crying.

When he exploded ... the white liquid went all over the bathroom wall.  He'd never seen so much!  No sooner than that happened ... Walter hardened right back up.  Oh my God!  When he rubbed himself ... he exploded for the second time ... he was amazed at what he saw on the bathroom wall.  He'd never done that in his life.

Walter Sebastian walked out of the bathroom a much calmer man than the one who walked into the bathroom.  He could think clearer now.  Victoria was already back at their table.

Victoria saw the difference in Walter ... she knew what he'd done.  She was relieved.  She dreaded the time when she was going to have to take Walter Sebastian down.  She wasn't afraid ... she just dreaded all the violence she knew would take place.  Life was like that ... at least in her life.  No one would believe ... no one knew.

Even Chip didn't know everything ... he didn't want to.  He knew Victoria had a mind of her own ... he also, knew Victoria loved him.  He never worried ... only worried for her safety.  Trying to stop Victoria from doing what she wanted to do ... was like trying to physically stop a freight train.

Victoria and Chip had an unusual relationship ... they both were unusual people.  Jealousy, anger wasn't a part of it.  It was like they knew in their souls they were a part of each other.

Well, Walter ... I'm going to have to leave now.  Walter didn't mind this time ... he was in good shape now.  Victoria, I have enjoyed seeing you.  We'll do this soon.  Call me when you can meet again.  Victoria smiled at him, blew him a kiss ... turned, walked slowly away.  Walter felt a stirring once again from inside his polka-dotted shorts.  Damn!

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

The Basement ... Part 29: Walter Sebastian Corbett/Victoria Fairchild Saga

The Basement ...    Part 29:  Walter Sebastian Corbett/Victoria Fairchild Saga

Sometimes we miss the bullet we never see coming for us ... we thank God such and such ... saved us. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
(Photo of Gloria / Victoria Fairchild)
(Photo owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates)

Walter took Victoria's arm ... began to lead her the way he'd just come.  He froze when he heard voices, loud noises outside.  What the fuck!

Victoria turned toward the front door.  She could hear men talking ... a noise like someone kicked a bucket.  She remembered an old, white plastic bucket laying near the front porch.  Victoria wasn't afraid ... but, she was glad for the distraction.  She really didn't want to go down to the basement.

The truth was ... the longer Victoria was with Walter ... the worse she felt.  She had been around evil all her life ... Mr. Walter Sebastian was different.  At this time she wasn't prepared to deal with him ... no, she had to be at her strongest.  For now ... she needed to get him to take her back to her car so, she could get to safety, home.

She'd only met one man like Walter ... he was the serial killer who would come into the homeless population to rape, torture, murder women.  He was ruthless.  Victoria met her match in him ... she won the battle for her life ... she carried scars today from it.

Victoria always heard about him but, had never encountered him.  He always smelled of expensive cologne.  The man was from a wealthy life ... he chose to come to the homeless population to do his evil.  She remembered his words ... "who gives a fuck what happens to human trash!"

Now ... she had Walter Sebastian to battle.  Battle him ... she would.  First ... she needed to get home ... be away from him for a time to get her strongest.  He wasn't going to be easy.

Walter was carrying on a conversation with the men.  Victoria wanted to find a way to leave without raising Walter's suspicions ... while the men were here.

She walked out onto the front porch, casually mentioned to Walter that it was time for her to get back into town.  It sure was nice to come out to see his old house.  Walter turned, looked at her ... damn cunt!  He hid his anger ... smiled at her.

Victoria had to make sure they left ... now.  She walked up to the men and asked them would they please follow them to town.  She explained Walter's car was making a strange sound ... she didn't want them to break down on the side of the road.  Sure!  The men didn't mind at all.

Once Victoria was back to her car ... she told Walter she would be out of town for several weeks. Walter was the angriest he'd ever been in his life ... he smiled sweetly with a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes.  He knew Victoria had his number ... Walter told her to call him when she got back in town.  He still wanted to show her his homeplace.

Walter Sebastian left ... drove back to his old house.  He went down the steps to his basement.  Candles were burning everywhere ... even on a table set with dishes, silverware.

His anger was boiling like water on the fires of Hell ... it was splashing pure liquid hot as Walter kicked the chair away from the table.  Son-of-a-bitch!  Damn prissy-ass cunt!  I'll get her ass and she won't know what hit her!

He walked over to the wall bookcase ... pressed a secret button.  The whole wall opened into a bedroom where more candles burned.  This was the only place in the whole house that was pretty.  The bed had a frilly, floral spread on it and matching curtains were on the wall ... only there weren't any windows behind them.

Walter extinguished all the candles, turned the ceiling fan off.  He had cooled off some and went on to put all the other candles out.  He left the table like it was ... excepting he picked up the picnic basket.  He couldn't leave all that good food.

As he got ready to leave ... he walked into the kitchen area.  He looked around.  His island was a big stainless steel table with little sides on it ... and a drain at the end of it.  A hose connected to the tube ... was screwed onto a big jug.  Walter pulled opened the big drawer on the table ... he lovingly caressed his big knives, touched his meat scissors ... bone saw.  He was smiling ...

Soon Walter was on the way home ... he was carrying a nice picnic  home to his beautiful wife, Grace.  Oh, how she would oo-ah about it!  Such a romantic thing to do ... he knew she would say, "oh, Walter ... how thoughtful of you!"

Three weeks passed by quickly ... one day Walter's cellphone rang ... Hi Walter, this is Victoria ...

To be continued ...