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Hey, everybody!!!

I just want to give a big, warm welcome to all my new followers!! I really appreciate and love you all for choosing to follow my blog!😊 You all are automatically awesome for following me!! If you want to know more about my blog, I have finally figured out how to create an ‘About’ page (just haven’t gotten around to figuring out how to put it in the control bar alone the top of the blog next to ‘Home’) and you can check it out by clicking here.

Anyway, this isn’t a story post. I have gotten several followers of late – of which I just LOVE!!! – and decided it would probably be prudent to do an index post giving a guide for everyone to all of my posts for ease of navigation and all that.

And I will be constantly updating this post whenever I do a new post! And this will be from now on the featured post on this blog.

So, to all my new followers who want to start from the beginning – or if you have been following me for a while and just want to read some of my posts and can’t find them or whatever – read on!

Racheal’s Podcast Episode 1

Since everyone seemed to enjoy the idea of me having a podcast, here is the actual first episode, and I’m for the first few episodes, I’m going to be reading out from the Dear Diary series I write sometimes and in this episode, I read out the first diary entry – Addictions!

Gave a shout-out (or at least attempted to) to Caramel, who gave me some helpful comments about the podcast deal. I’m sorry, Caramel, but while recording when I went to give your website, my mind went blank and I couldn’t remember 😅Couldn’t pause the audio, so I just found your website address afterwards and added it to the description.

Here is the link to her website so y’all can check her out!

https://crushedcaramel.wordpress.com/

Here’s the episode (I tried it without music this time, which do you all prefer, with or without music?): https://anchor.fm/racheal-mustchin/episodes/Season-1–episode-1—Dear-Diary-Addictions-e1b16hk

Hope you all enjoy this episode and if you have any particular posts of mine that you would love to have me read out in another episode, let me know in the comments! 🙂

Have a great day/night! 😘

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Overturned Chapter 18

Hi everyone, I hope you are all doing well. Here is the delayed next chapter of Overturned, a romantic comedy I have been writing. Now that I’ve finished Uni, and am in a better headspace, I am now able to continue writing more, so here is the next chapter, I apologise for the long wait for those of you who rather enjoyed this story. Here is the link to the folder for Overturned, so if you are new or you have read the previous chapters but need a refresher of what this is about or whatever, feel free to go ahead and read through the folder 🙂

Overturned folder

This chapter will be short, but I hope you enjoy it 🙂


“Yes?” Lily asked after she left that aggravating asshole of Charles and approached Virgil and the doctor. At least Virgil is much more of a decent person for Mia than Charles ever was!

“Mia’s under anesthetic at the moment as she woke up, but due to the trauma inflicted on her brain, being awake is overwhelming and caused her to pass out. The anesthetic will be effective for about two hours. You can both,” and here he motioned at Virgil and Lily, “go in and wait in her room. Maybe having you there when the anesthetic wears off and she wakes up will help her not be so overwhelmed when she awakens.”

Lily nodded, blinking away some tears. A hand came to rest comfortingly on her shoulder and looking over her shoulder, she realized that it was Virgil. She gave him a grateful nod and began heading toward the room that the doctor indicated.

She couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder to where she had chewed Charles out before. That spot was empty, no sign of the man anywhere.

He had left.

Like she had demanded.

Good, she thought, turning back as Virgil turned the door knob. It’s time he left. Mia needs peace.


Sorry this is a short chapter, just getting back into the flow of it all. I have no idea how the hospital actually handles this sort of thing, so if you see anything that’s inaccurate, just let me know and I’ll change it. Hope you enjoyed! Have a great day/night 🙂

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I’ve started a podcast

So ages ago, another blogger, who sadly seems to have fallen off the blogging sphere now, really wanted me to start a podcast where I could read out my stories and poems, do all the voices and sound effects, and so on, to help me get a wider audience.

Me, being terrified of people hearing my voice at the time, naturally refused.

But whenever I do come on WordPress, the site keeps bugging me to start using Anchor to create my free podcasts from my posts to help grow my audience.

So today I caved in and started an account with Anchor, linking it to this blog…so now I’ve started a podcast.

Here’s the first “episode”, let me know what you all think. Will probably end up fixing the podcast title and logo and shit, but that’ll have to be another time lol. The podcast is available on Anchor and Spotify, below are the links to both!

Have a great day/night!

https://anchor.fm/racheal-mustchin

The Azren Chronicles: Recruits, Laughter and Other Weird Events

So here I finally am with the latest Azren Chronicles story, sorry I haven’t updated this in a while, had a lot going on and actually forgot about this until I got an email from someone asking when the next one was coming out, and went to see what I could do with it and found this sitting in my drafts since beginning of last year.

….yeah. I know.

So to recap, the Azren Chronicles is a series set in space where the main characters are all these blogger friends of mine that participate in saving the universe, basically. In one of the short stories I wrote for it, I established that there were alternate timelines and shit like that, you know the drill if you’re a sci-fi fan. Now, the bloggers I have had permission to put into the stories have been bottomlesscoffee007, Britchy, The Eclectic Contrarian, J-M’s History Corner, Racquel, Lydia and Jay-Lyn and myself, naturally. I know there are three or four on this list that seem to have taken a long break from blogging, so I don’t know if they are still blogging or what and I’m not sure how to get in contact with them to see  if they are still interested in this series or not. So, to any of the above mentioned people, whether you are active or not much or not at all, that are reading this, just let me know if you are no longer interested in being apart of this (I sincerely hope you all are, though) and if you want this series to keep going, please let me know.

Thank you and happy reading!

The Azren Chronicles Folder

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Britchy cleared her throat. “So, what’s the overall sketchy idea of attack that you two,” and she nodded at Bond and Rue, “have come up with that has an 99% probability of failure?”

The next day…

Jones ducked a punch that Rue threw and grabbed her arm and used her forward momentum to flip her onto her stomach. He pinned her to the floor by digging his knee into her back and twisted her arm behind her back.

Gritting her teeth, Rue, in one swift motion, brought her free elbow and knees in toward her torso and, using them as frames underneath her, exploded, rotating her hips and shoulders in the direction of Jones’ foot that he was using for balance.

“Oh, so now the truth comes out!”

Jones and Rue paused and turned to the speaker.

John

Rue could feel the joke towards her coming and adopted a ‘here-we-go’ expression, mentally preparing herself for the coming crack.

John looked at Jones. “I knew that you were the stronger sibling.”

Oh, two can play this game, Rue thought as she and Jones got up.

“Yeah,” Jones agreed with a mock-sigh. He glanced over at Rue and shook his head. “She’s always had delusions of grandeur.”

Rue raised an eyebrow. “So, I’m no good at this?” she asked, motioning around in their ring, indicating their fitness training that they did. “Is that you mean?”

John and Jones nodded. “Well, not at this particular sport,” John replied.

Rue nodded slowly, like she was considering it. “So, you’re really good at this?”

John cocked an eyebrow. “I reckon,” he said simply. Rue saw out of the corner of her eye Jones cock his head to one side, peering at her as if to say What are you up to?

“So…you’d have no problem joining us?” she asked.

John smiled and took off his jacket that he had been wearing and climbed over the ropes around the border of the ring and over to Jones and Rue. “I bet $10 that I win,” he said as Bond, Britchy and Racquel (who had come back from her latest case the night before) entered the arena.

“You’re on,” Rue said and she then went over to the far corner and grabbed a bottle of water from Bond. Taking a swig (after all, she had just been sparring with Jones), she then handed it back.

“Hey,” Bond whispered, leaning close, taking the bottle off of her. “You sure this is a good idea?”

“Oh, yeah!” Rue whispered back, leaning against the ropes. “He and I go way back and we used to spar together years ago. I would win all the time.”

Bond winced, taking a look at John, who was chatting with Jones about something while waiting for Rue to come back. “I dunno’ know,” Bond said in a wary tone. “He looks like he’s been practicing since then.”

Rue scoffed. “Trust me, he’s going to be leaving here on a stretcher,” she assured Bond and then turned around. “Alright!” she called out. “Let’s do this.”


“So,” Bond snickered, kneeling down on the floor and handing a cup of coffee to Rue, “who’s meant to be leaving on a stretcher again?”

Rue removed the large ice pack from her eye and glared at him. Bond nearly dropped his coffee from the mere size of her black eye up close. “Dumbass,” she muttered.

“Yes, you are,” Bond deadpanned. Rue went ‘Ha!’ and took the coffee from him, putting the ice pack back on her eye.

“Sorry,” she muttered.

Bond shrugged it off. “I get it. It must be so humiliating-”

“Not another word.”

Bond chuckled and went over to John. “Hope I didn’t hurt her too much,” John said, looking somewhat concerned.

“Don’t apologise,” Bond said, saying it loud enough for Rue’s benefit. “This is going to help build her character.” A string of swear words was Rue’s immediate response on the matter. “Well, it was worth a try,” Bond quipped and he and John chuckled. Bond clapped John on the shoulder. “After that performance, you’re hired.”


“Do I get a code name?” John asked, leaning forward eagerly.

Rue shrugged as she handed him some of their weapons to test him further just to be sure. “If you want,” she said, turning to Jay and handing her some weapons, too, as they wanted to test her out, too. Jay and John would both be great in the field. Lydia, on the other hand, mused Rue, is probably more suited for being the person in the chair with all the computers, watching everything and being our eyes and ears on a mission.

Which, as a matter of fact, was what Jones was testing her on right now in the lounge.

She then realised that John was still chatting about code names. “…should I call myself? I want it to be something that strikes fear into the hearts of my opponents.”

“In that case,” Britchy replied. “You should call yourself The Long Johns.”

Rue and Jay burst out laughing while John put his hands on his hips and fixed Britchy with a look. “Now, listen here, young lady…”


As Bond sipped his coffee, he quietly watched Jones and Lydia. Lydia was proving to be a tech pro, quickly mastering all the tasks that Jones gave her. She would make a great addition to our team, he thought.

Brring! Brring! Brring!

Checking the caller ID, Bond noted that it was a local number and carefully put his coffee down and answered the call, putting the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

There was a sudden bright flash of light.

Next thing he knew, Bond was on the floor. His ears were ringing and he could barely see anything cause everything was too damn bright.

Silhouettes of people were either rushing about or seemed like they were staggering to their feet.

He thought he made out a faint noise to his right and slowly turned his head to see something…silver…metallic…just a few inches from his face.

There was a sharp prick to his skin and then everything faded into darkness.

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So, I hope that was alright. It’s rather short as I’m getting back into the rhythm of it all (will probably end up rereading the previous stories in this series to help refresh my memory) but please let me know if you guys want this to continue or not.

Hope you all have a great day/night!

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Personal Update

Hi everyone, hope you are doing well.

So a little update:

I’ve updated the site a little bit – added a link to my Twitter to the website. Unfortunately, the way the site’s set up, it put it at the very bottom of the home page, and I’m not quite sure how to fix that.

I’ve started a scrapbook. It was originally a 2022 diary I had bought simply because the cover is AWESOME!!! And then I remembered I don’t like diaries – I don’t mind it for that ‘Dear Diary’ series I do sometimes, but for myself? No way. I somehow can’t do it. So I wasn’t sure what to actually do with the diary I had bought and then realized that I could turn it into a scrapbook and then I thought ‘Scrapbook!’ cause I’ve also always wanted to do that, but never got around to it. So, I’ve gotten my first scrapbook!

I’ve also done my first painting of this character I created that I’m trying to think of how I can use in a story – her name’s Yasmine and she’s a pirate elf. Going to do more character paintings at some point, but my next painting is going to be something for one of my brothers birthday on Monday.

Also, since the Australian borders have all been reopened, I am saving up to fly over to America in February to visit my long-distance boyfriend! 😍😍😍So excited!!!!! Will have to make some space in my phone for all the photos and videos I’m gonna be taking lmao But it’s gonna be good 😍Going to do him a Christmas present, but will wait until I go over in February to give it to him (along with his Valentine’s gift 😉 ) simply because it works out more financially that way cause I have a big family and trying to get Christmas presents for everyone while still saving up for February is rather difficult, so I think I’ll stick to handmade paintings and other sorts of presents for people this year.

Plus, handmade gifts are much more precious in my opinion 🤷

I’ve done a few more videos for my YouTube channel, here’s the link to my channel, you can check them out from there:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-qErUfz3-Jh4L5Ll1QpMpg

I also had this idea to write a book about some of my very traumatic experiences to help me sort through them and face them since they’ve been nagging at me lately and also to see if there’s anything I can uncover that I might have forgotten to make sure I try and heal in all areas, but despite how bad these experiences were, in my book (which I have begun writing) they inspired an epic fantasy plot journey for the book, so it’s actually going to be good, though there is a small voice in my head that’s concerned about how healthy this facing trauma method is. I’ve started a playlist for the book with songs that really felt like they fitted, so here’s the link if you want to give it a listen:

(Just click on that video and it’ll take you to the playlist, this is the first song on the playlist, so when I put up the link, this is how the algorithm decided to display it)

Also got a painting I did that was meant to be colour by number, but I embellished on it and added some objects to the landscape to help represent mental health and how deep it can get, so it’s pretty dark, but I wanna sell it, so if anyone is interested, send me a message on my contact page and I’ll send you a photo of the painting and see how we go from there 🙂

So enough rambling, I hope you all have a great day/night 😘

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Do You Even Care?

Remembered this one and went and reread it…made me realize how far I’ve come since then and how much I have healed in that area. I still have other areas I’m working on, but I’ve made progress, and I’m proud.

Racheal's Novels

WARNING: This is a poem about depression and self-harming. Don’t read if you don’t like that sort of thing.

I warned you.


There’s something that I want to tell you,

Something that I want to share

But before I do

I need to know…

Would you even care?

Would you listen to me?

Tell me truthfully

Cause I’m drowning and no-one’s there

No-one listens when I tear out my hair

My fingers are bloody and raw

I beat myself ’till I’m sore

There’s something that I want to tell you,

Something that I want to share

But before I do

I need to know…

Do you even care?

The darkness beckons and it calls

Into it’s suffocating embrace I fall

Down

Down

Down

Then pain comes, taking my hand

I want to resist, but I never can

It captivates me with it’s pretty lips

And swaying hips

I can’t…

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The Change – Part 7

So I’ve been really busy lately with finally getting a rental and moving and settling in, driving lessons, and doing Uni (which as of last week, I have finished my first semester and now get three and a half months off!!!) Hope you all have been well aaaannnnddd here is the next chapter of The Change. Here’s the link to the folder for this story if you want to refresh yourself on what’s happened previously or if you’re new and want to know what this story is about 🙂

The Change


“Ms. Acker?”

The woman in question looked up from the paper she was marking on her desk, absent-mindedly pushing her glasses back up her nose. “Yes?”

The person requesting her attention stepped closer to the desk, her flowery sleeveless dress softly ruffling around her legs as the perfume assaulted Acker’s nose.

Jamie…

Acker sighed, this woman was annoying. She never did anything wrong, she acted perfect…a little too perfect.

And that irked her.

But she put on her customer service smile and gave the obligatory: “Oh, good morning, Ms. Green, how may I help you?”

“Just wanted to let you know that my daughter Lucy won’t be able to come into class this week, she’s rather sick,” Jamie smiled, not even offering a good morning or anything.

Acker adjusted her glasses again. Lucy was a healthy teenager, rarely sick, so when she did ever become sick, it was always something quite serious, which concerned Acker quite a bit.

“W-what’s she sick with?” She asked. Hopefully nothing contagious…

“The doctor’s checking her out right now.”

Right.

“I appreciate you letting me know, Ms. Green, though I must ask, ma’am: shouldn’t you be with her in the doctor’s office? You could’ve just called.”

Jamie seemed to reflect on this for a moment. “I suppose you’re right…but…I needed to get out for a breather cause we do need some shopping and figured I would come in and let you know.”

She’s not fully there, is she?

Acker stared at her for a minute to see if Jamie caught the point, and then sighed, rubbing her eyes.

“Thank you, ms. Green, tell Lucy I hope she recovers soon and I look forward to seeing her in class when she can come back.”

Jamie nodded and exited the room, leaving Acker to wonder how Lucy dealt with her as a parent.


As Jamie exited the school, she smiled to herself. At least that’s sorted, she congratulated herself. Reaching into her handbag, she pulled out her car keys and was glancing down to find the button that would unlock the car when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Green?”

Jamie turned around. “Ye-oh, fuck.”

The suited man motioned to his own vehicle nearby. “The boss wants to have a few words with you.”


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Shadow Death

Trigger warning: abuse, violence, attempted murder. Very disturbing read.

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Hands on my throat

A calming ‘shhh’

A tender stroke

The grip tightens

Can’t breathe

Soothing voices whisper in my ear

As the grip tightens even more

The shadows won’t sleep

They dance about my walls

A graze of a finger down my arm

Stroking down my side

Resting on my stomach

The shadows scream in sudden agony

As a flash of pain shoots through me

The hands on me tighten

Holding me down

As the air is forced out of me

“You belong to me,” a spirit whispers

A slap to the face

Fist ramming into my stomach as I’m held down

“don’t ever forget it.”

Suddenly the shadows vanish

The sun starts to filter into the room

As I lay gasping

Blood soaking into my shirt

Bruises to my body

Wondering when these shadows will stop coming night after night

To attack me.

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Just an idea that came to me, going to turn it into a story at some point, got all my ideas jotted down in notes, yay! Hope you enjoy the rest of your day/night.

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Racheal Update

G’day everyone,

How are you all? I hope you’ve all been well. I’ve been really busy, but good. Been caught up doing my first semester of the Uni Foundations Studies Program, which teaches you the basics of Uni to prepare you before you go further into Uni. After finishing this program, I plan to take an Arts and Creative Writing course. I didn’t realize Uni was so involved, and would mean late nights, sometimes all fucking nighters, LOTS of coffee and the work, ugh!

So far, on the assignments I’ve received grades back for, I’ve gotten one pass, two credits (which is a pretty decent score) and two distinctions, so hopefully, on this essay I’m currently writing that’s due in four days (it’s about patriarchy) I’ll receive either a credit or a distinction – knowing my teacher, I’ll probably just get a credit lmao. Don’t get me wrong, she’s very fair and understanding and loves us students, but you have to exceptionally well to get a distinction, let alone a high distinction. But fingers crossed!

I’m actually having my Uni break at the moment for two weeks – us students get a break from classes, but we still have to study, unfortunately. Once I’ve finished and submitted this essay, I have to write up the final two paragraphs for this other assessment as well as write up a 500 word story for Uni and any other study they give us over the break, so busy times.

I actually gave my first presentation last week! I was meant to give it the week before, but there were complications, so had to do it last week instead and the teacher was very impressed, she loved it. Whoo hoo!

I’ve also started getting driving lessons, as well as having a friend teach me, so my instructor teaches me in an automatic while my friend teaches me in a manual, so I’m learning both, which I think is handy. Gotten a few day lessons under my belt, so I’m going to start getting night lessons soon, which will be fun!

I’ve recently started rewatching Harry Potter, listening to a lot of music and such.

But the best news of all!

WE’VE FINALLY GOT A HOUSE!!!!

YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT!!!

We moved in just a few days ago, it’s got really spacious rooms, at least 5 bedrooms and a big backyard and it’s within walking distance to my Uni and my siblings schools, so that is such a blessing.

It’s so good!!!!

Praise God!!!

Conflicted

Blue

Ice

Cold

Cutting through the skin like a knife

Bubbles pouring out of my nose

As I sink lower and lower

I keep reaching for the light and almost make it

But black tentacles snake their way upwards

Low whispers

About the past

Slowly and sensually gripping me

Trapping me in my memories

They’re too strong

And I’m pulled back down

I’m told the only way out is to face them, but…

The trauma slices through me each time

Leaving me too weak to fight.

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