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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!

Warning: This might be a trigger for some people



Pressed into a corner


Hands over ears



Flashes back to childhood

Hands shaking

Rocking back and forth

Flinches when someone comes close

Can’t breathe



Braces for slap

For more yelling


A gentle hand

Am pulled close

Rubs my back

Softly kisses the forhead

“I’m so sorry”

Is whispered in ear

Curls up in a ball

Too exhausted to move

Soft whispers

Loving words

Promises of better times ahead

And the cycle repeats again


To all those concerned, no, this is NOT based on me, it’s just something that came to me earlier this afternoon and I wanted to write it out.


All novels and short stories on this blog are the works of @rue202 and Racheal’s Novels Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without the express and written permission of the author is strictly not allowed. You may use excerpts and links or reblogs of this material provided that complete and clear credit is given to rue202 and Racheal’s Novels with clear directions to the original content.

Get To Know Me Award

So I don’t know if this is an actual award, but it seemed appropriate for the blog post title, so I hereby make this an award!!!! Not sure about nominations, so I’ll make it a free for all, go crazy, anyone can do it!

Anyways, I saw my friend and fellow blogger Jasmine do a post with a bunch of questions and her answers for her readers to get to know her and I wanted to do the same, answering the questions she had, so here goes!


If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

On an island. Or a forest or mountain even.

What motivates you to work hard?

I don’t know really. It’s something that was drilled into me a lot by my father growing up to do my best with work around the house and cause he always complained about how little I and my family did no matter if we had just did a HEAP of work around the house and out the back, so to try and keep him from screaming at us, I would try and go around secretly doing not only my work, but others work that they were at that moment not doing because we were all scared of my father.

So, while working hard is a good trait to have despite how I got that trait, I guess it’s fear and the desire to please that mainly drives me while working, though I’m working on trying to deal with and heal that so that when I work hard, it’s because I simply want to and because it needs to be done, not out of fear or anything like that.

What is your biggest fear?

Not sure.

What would you change about yourself if you could?

The side-effects of the abuse and toxic stuff I went through growing up that I didn’t see for what it was until last year.

What was the last movie you went to? What did you think?

The last movie I saw in theaters was Frozen 2 and I absolutely love it!

What did you want to be when you were small?

Doing gymnastics or be an actress as just a couple examples – I wanted to be a lot of things growing up.

What is your favorite book to read?

A James Rollins book, like Map of Bones.

What would you sing at Karaoke night?

I have actually done Karaoke for the first time recently, the songs I sung were Land Down Under, Johnny B. Goode, The Rose and stuff like that.

Other songs I wanna sing for karaoke night are: Stiches, There’s Nothing Holding Me Back, Circus (Britney Spears’ song), Toxic, Roar, Eye of the Tiger and stuff like that.

Who is your favorite author?

James Rollins and myself 😎

Have you ever had a nickname? What is it?

There’s “Rach” and “Rue” and someone over the Internet had the “Rae” nickname for me, though I can’t remember who that was. And then there’s my boyfriend’s nicknames for me, but they’re more private ones at this point. 😊

What is the worst gift you have received?

I haven’t received any bad gifts as far as I remember. Gift giving is a big thing for me, so I think not receiving any gift would be a big blow for me. And I don’t mean gifts as just material things, I mean gifts like time together, physical touch (like hugs, snuggles, touching hands, kisses, nuzzles, hair ruffles, head pats and such), a simple message or conversations with loved ones or words of affirmation or just some sign of love and affection – all of those I consider gifts, so to not receive any gifts of any kind (especially the non-material kind) would be a huge blow and would be the worst kind of gift or lack of for me.

What would you do if you won the lottery?

Take a flight over to America, also get my drivers license and my own place.

How many pillows do you sleep with?

Anywhere from two to four, and they have to be nice big stuffed ones.

What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep (and why)?

I don’t remember – and it was probably due to traveling.

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Not that I know.

What was the last book you read?

The last book I was reading was called Cinders and Sparrows, but that was lost in the fire, unfortunately.

What’s the most daring thing you’ve ever done?

Hmm…I don’t know, actually….

What’s your favorite movie?

Probably Avengers: Infinity War or Avengers: Endgame

How old were you when you learned Santa wasn’t real? How did you find out?

I never believed in Santa. My family never tried to claim that there was some random weirdo breaking into everyone’s houses giving presents, they just said the presents came from them and we never really got into Christmas either for other reasons.

So I never really believed in Santa the guy, but I do believe in Santa in a way – in my opinion, Santa refers to everyone who’s giving presents to everyone, secretly setting things up for others surprise and delight the next morning. Spreading joy, light and all that other gooey, feeling stuff.

What’s the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of love?

Depends on your definition of crazy, I guess.

Is there anything you wish will come back into fashion?

Um….I don’t know

Are you related or distantly related to anyone famous?

I got a few famous people in my ancestry, but you’d have to ask my older brother cause I don’t remember who they are at the moment.

Does your family have a “motto” – spoken or unspoken?

Not that I can immediately think of.

What celebrity (from the past or present) would you like to meet at Starbucks for a cup of coffee?

Steven Spielberg

Who was your first crush?

Matt Damon…I have no idea why…

If you had a warning label, what would yours say?

I’m both hellfire and holy water and the flavour you taste depends on how you treat me.

What is one thing you will never do again?

Have perculated coffee

Who is the most intelligent person you know?


Who is your favorite teacher in school and why?

My Mum.

What song would you say best sums you up?

All of Anna’s songs from the Frozen movies.

What is you go to jam song?

At the moment it’s Circus or Don’t stop the music.

What do you do to keep fit?


Do you collect anything?

No, not really

Is your glass half full or half empty?

It’s half-way.

If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to?

Somewhere in Ancient Egypt

List two pet peeves

  1. Entitled people
  2. Having to get out of bed

Where do you see yourself in five years? 

I’m not thinking of that cause things keep coming up and throwing a wrench in the idea

Who would you want to be stranded with on a deserted island?

My boyfriend and my cousin, Jessica.

How would your (internet) friends describe you?

They said:

  1. a nice, friendly, helpful person
  2. and kind
  3. and cute
  4. you give off peaceful vibes and I’m very comfortable around you
  5. You’re an awesome Aussie and a great friend who always looks on the bright side of things!
  6. You’re a cool chick who has a deep understanding of a lot of things
  7. You’re very polite

What is the best gift you have been given?

This is a hard one

Who would you want to play you in a movie of your life?

Me cause then I know that I am being protrayed very accurately.

In the evening, would you rather play a game, visit a relative, watch a movie, or read?

Since I can only pick out of these four options, I will pick a game and a movie, though there are other things I would do as well, but they are not on the list.

What are your hobbies?

Writing, drawing, colouring in, reading and making YouTube videos

What’s the most unusual thing you’ve ever eaten? 

Some weeds from the garden thinking it was spinach *shudders from the memories*

What three things do you think of the most each day?

Honestly? Stuff my boyfriend says when we chat – it could be romantic, funny, or something serious or just something small – but I like to think about it.

Then there’s any plans for the day

And I’m not sure about a third as my mind goes literally anywhere during the day

What was your first job?

Volunteering at an op shop – still have the job. Been applying for jobs elsewhere, waiting to hear back from them.

If you were ruler of your own country what would be the first laws you would introduce?

I’d have to think on that, honestly.

What kitchen appliance do you use every day?

A knife

What is your favorite childhood memory?

I’ve got a few – getting this mini-canvas thing from my father with a flower to paint, which I redid a couple weeks ago, but I lost it in the fire *sad sigh*

When I was very young I remember going and sitting on my father’s lap and us snuggling on the couch and I fell asleep.

When I was about four and my Mum was pregnant with one of my younger brothers and she let me try and little bit of coffee, knowing that I would find it disgusting and not ask for it until I was actually old enough to have it.

Listening to “Revival in Belfast” music growing up, I don’t know why, but those memories of listening to it as I grew up are very precious to me.

Wearing this specific jacket of my father’s – it was black and had all these paint stains on it (it was like his work jacket, that he would wear when working around the house). It smelled nice to me and had this safe, loving feel to it which I lost with my father growing up, but I would feel again when I would go somewhere quiet and wear the jacket. Which probably shouldn’t be a favourite memory, but wearing it is a favourite memory, so *Shrugs* don’t know what that says about me

Time spent with my Grandma.


And lying in either of my parents beds when I was sick or feeling down.

Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without?


Racheal Update

Hey everyone,

Thank you for your prayers, it means a lot. Our community is so generous and amazing, my family and I have been provided with a lot of food, clothing and bedding, it’s been mind-blowing 🤯

Even my work mates have given us stuff and one of my work mates has got some furniture for us when we get to move into a new house.

Speaking of a new house, we got our eye on a place, though we’re not rushing, mum’s requested another inspection and is also taking looks at other houses as well before making her final decision.

It was Mum’s birthday yesterday and everyone at our church threw a big celebration with a FIVE LAYER CAKE made by the Pastor’s 15 year old daughter!!! Me and my brothers had pre-booked a dinner for Mum’s birthday dinner, and after the fire, we all had considered cancelling it, but then Mum decided that we needed to have it, so we went and it was awesome!

Mum’s second birthday cake at dinner
Mum’s birthday cake that the Pastor’s daughter made from scratch

A couple nights beforehand was my boss’ hen party cause the getting married next month. Again, after the fire, I was considering not going cause it seemed wrong to be going out, have a fancy dinner and drinks after just losing my home, but my Mum and boyfriend talked me into still going and I ended up having a lot of fun. The party was a great time and I did karaoke for the first time 😅 I would tell you more about what happened, but there’s a code: what goes on in the hen party stays in the hen party 😁😉

Unfortunately, I discovered that some people are taking what happened to us as an excuse to try and get free stuff from the shops, but I don’t know how to stop that. 😭🥺😔

So basically, we’re doing okay, getting things together as we try and get back on our feet. Thank you to everyone who’s been helping us through this, we really appreciate it 🥰

Prayers Are Needed

Yesterday afternoon, my house caught fire and we have no idea what caused it.

It spread too quickly to be able to put it out, so while the fire brigade came as quickly as they could, it was too late by the time they arrived due to how quickly it all spread.

We’ve lost basically everything. Please pray that we’ll be able to get a new place and be able to pay off the mortgage from our house that burnt down and that we’ll get our insurance and that we’ll be provided with all that we’ll need.


So, I’ve been wanting to add more pages and such to that menu bar around the top of my blog page so I can divide my posts into different sections, say a page for published books, a page for singing videos or whatever, and a page devoted to each story I am writing on here. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, just couldn’t figure it out.

And after three years of blogging, I have FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO ADD THESE NEW PAGES!!!

But now that I’ve added these new pages on the menu bar, how do I then move my posts to those respective pages?

Anyone know how?

Untitled Short Story #2

“Hooter, come in! Do you read me? Over.”

Letting out a sigh, Hooter shook his feathers, much in the manner of a human sharply tugging on a jacket to straighten it, before using one of his talons to turn on the earbud he had on.

“I read you, Wesley. Over.”

“Do you have eyes on the package? Over.”

Hooter glanced down from the little cave in the mountain side he was hiding in and looked towards the little sparrow that was sitting on a tree at the bottom of the mountain, stashing something in an owl’s nest. “Yes, I do. Over.”

He heard a groan on the other end before Wesley’s frustrated voice came over the radio. “Hooter, no! That’s not how you say it! You know how this spy game is meant to go – you’re meant to make it sound cool, not the bland “Yes, I do”. Make it sound spy-ish! You’re an eagle! The symbol of-“

Hooter rolled his eyes and muted his earbud. Finally, he thought as he sat there quietly observing the sparrow that seemed to have finished stashing whatever it was in the owl’s nest, looked around and then flew up towards Hooter and crouched down beside him. “Package is secure. Oh, I can’t wait for Owl to come home and sit in his nest! He has no idea!”

“Sweet revenge, huh?” Hooter smirked before letting out a sigh. “Alright, I guess I better unmute him…” he muttered before turning his earbud back on.

“-and that is why I’m going to become-“

What’s he even rambling on about this time? Wasn’t he aware I had muted him? “Listen Steve Rogers Wanna-be, it’s been planted. Now what?”

There was a surprised silence on the other end before a “Great, now we wait.”

“Do you have any idea when he’s meant to be coming back?”

“Uh…Hooter…” the sparrow whispered next to him in a terrified voice.

“Not now! Wesley, do you know when he’s coming back?”

“Any minute now.”


“Last place you saw him?”


“What?” Hooter finally asked, turning to the sparrow, only to see the sparrow frantically motioning to something behind them. Turning to look, he saw none other than Owl perched behind them, eyes seeming to be burning into them.

“Well, we’re fucked,” he muttered.


So, I took a challenge which was to time myself for about half an hour or something and make something up on the go to see what I could come with just off the top of my head and this is the result. Hope you enjoy!


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Untitled Short Story #1

Not sure what to call this short story idea yet, but it came to me after watching some fun short film skits, so thought I’d give it a go!


The wind tickled my hair as I pulled my coat closer to my body.

Sharp rocks dug into my back as I inched along the path, back pressed into the mountain side as the long drop right in fucking front of me caused my heart to almost seize.

The slightest wrong step and….

Bye-bye me.

I shouldn’t even be up here as evidence by the fact that my face was steadily getting number as the wind continued to beat my face.

And the fact that there’s a fucking law against it cause of all the deaths that occur on this path, causing this road to be deemed a safety hazard

But minor technicalities, right?

Who cares about those when you’ve been hearing this faint whispering everywhere you go, even in an empty room, and it’s lowkey driving you insane and everyone’s asking you if you’re okay, and it makes you wanna rip out their throats so you have to get as far away from everybody as possible just to stop yourself being a safety hazard?

Cause damn, I need to be as far away from everyone as possible – and what better way to do it than by going somewhere forbidden where you know no-one’s going to disturb you?

At least I’ll be able to sort it out.


It had been half an hour since I had climbed up here and I’ve never felt such peace. It was so quiet and the view so AMAZING!!! My body seemed to just let go of all of my anxieties with the whispers and just relax and my mind just has gone so blank it’s…it’s beyond words.

And honestly it feels like there’s something in here that’s…drawing me here. I can’t figure it out.

But I can do that later, it’s getting late in the afternoon and I need to be able to get down and back into town before it’s too dark and I have an accident.

I should come up here more often, it’ll help me feel relax and destress from all those voices.

Suddenly a scream cut through the air.


That was my sister’s name.

And it was coming from somewhere nearby.

What the fuck?


This is just a short story, I may or may not continue with it, just thought I’d write something completely random *Shrugs*


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Where is it, where is it?

You’re stupid..

Susan’s throat tightened and she nervously nipped her bottom lip as she kept searching through the odds and ends on her father’s desk.

So pathetic…

“Have you found it yet?” her mother called out from the kitchen.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she hastened her search, trying to blink away the tears.

Why can’t I find it? Why is it so hard for me to find things but easy for everyone else?

She heard her father cough from her parents bedroom and froze, her heart starting to pound in her chest as she braced herself for the sharp yelling that would ensue because she hadn’t been able to find it fast enough.

Why don’t you use your brain? her father’s taunting voice from past experiences echoed around in her mind. The answers are so obvious yet you refuse to look!

Her breath becoming shallow as tears started sliding down her cheeks, Susan started looking again, this time trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid attracting her father’s attention.


Susan squeezed her eyes shut and flinched as she heard her mother’s voice moving closer, meaning her mother was coming in her direction.

See? her father’s voice again taunted her in her mind. You’re slow, weak, useless. You get so caught up in dream world that you never get anything done!!!!

She pressed her fists into her eyes as she slowly sank to the floor, tears flowing freely. Why am I so damn stupid!? she berated herself. Why do I keep disappointing my parents? What is wrong with me? Why is it when I try the hardest to get things right, everything goes wrong?


This is just a one-shot, I’m not going to go anywhere else with it. And don’t worry, I’m okay, just trying to sort through some childhood memories and figure some stuff out.


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Today three years ago I created this blog to be able to share my Zion trilogy cause I was having trouble finding people to publish it and wow! I can’t believe I made it to three years!!!! I’ve loved every minute of it and meeting you all and also discovering self-publishing thanks to Bible Blogger and getting my Zion trilogy published. I had published some other books, but I took those ones down cause I realized there was a few mistakes with them that I hadn’t noticed when I went to publish them. Once I’ve gotten them fixed, I’ll probably republish them.

You all are awesome and I’ve loved being a blogger for the past three years, despite the long (or short) breaks I’d sometimes take, whether deliberately for personal reasons or unintentionally due to just being busy.

Wonder what year four will bring?

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And I’ve got a surprise post for you all coming soon!

Until next time!

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The Change – Part 4

Pulling her jacket closer to herself, she reached out and punched the numbers into the keypad.

Incorrect password, access denied flashed across the screen, causing the woman to wince and pull her jacket even closer in a protective manner as she typed in the password again.

Did they suddenly change the password again? Or was it…His orders?

The thought made her clench her gloved fists in terror as her eyes quickly darted around, terrified that He was around, reading her thoughts. Shooting a quick glance down at the screen, she saw the words Access granted before there was a hiss of air and the metal doors slid open and she quickly stepped over the threshold as the doors slid shut behind her.

As the lights then automatically turned on, she pulled out a pair of glasses from her pocket and hastily put them on as she hurried down the corrider.



Hearing his name, he groaned and slumped back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. “Yes, Mum?”

“I baked a pie for our neighbour across the street, Gerald. He’s been working very hard lately, I doubt he has anything eat, either. May you take the pie over to him?” His mother called from downstairs.

Jackson rolled his eyes and took his gaming headset off before swiveling around in his chair to face his bedroom door. “Mum, stop trying to hook up with people. Relationships suck.”

“Do as your told, young man!”

Jackson rolled his eyes and crawled out of the chair. Gerald was weird, working quite a bit from home and didn’t even look that attractive, so why was mum interested? Hell, Jackson had even seen the man cleaning his outside windows to Taylor Swift songs, so…

Passing his bedroom window, Jackson glanced over to Gerald’s house before doing a double take.

What the fuck???


He could feel her frustration before he heard her call out: “Stop trying to sabotage my attempts at finding someone! Deal with the fact that I can have a guy in my life if I want it and please come down and deliver that-“

“Mum the police have just pulled up to his house!!”

There was silence and the sound of feet pounding up the stairs before his door burst open and his mum ran over. “The police? Why-?”

She fell silent as she looked out his window and gasped.

Jackson nodded and looked back out the window. What happened at his house?


Finally figured out how I wanted to progress and also found the time to write it out, and decided to time myself on how much I could type up in a limited time, which is fun XD anyways hope you all enjoyed it and see you next time!

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The Questionnaire

I know I’m very late to this party, bbbuuttt I saw Caramel’s response to this Questionnaire from like 2019 or something, and really wanted to answer the questions, so here we go!

Here’s the link to the Questionnaire: https://anupturnedsoul.wordpress.com/2019/03/09/a-questionnaire/

Let’s get to the questions!


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I think it is self-explanatory why I love this word! 😍


Sh*t and f^&k


Creatively…is many things – certain phrases, or looking at something at a certain angle or in a certain lighting. I remember there was one time me, my mum and younger siblings were out shopping and we were waiting outside of the shops afterwards for a taxi van to come and pick us up and I happened to be sitting down on the pavement instead of the bench cause I’m weird like that and I happened to look out at the carpark and the angle I was sitting in somehow made the carpark look like the perfect thing for an apocalyptic book cover…if I had a camera on me to take a photo and then knew how to edit said photo to make it look futuristic and apocalyptic. So yeah, many different things turn me on creatively.

Spiritually…that would be singing…or hearing someone praying intensely, where they just lay their whole lives into God’s Hands for Him to fix without second thoughts, which is an area I am still struggling in, so I find it inspiring. I sing in the choir/praise team on Sundays at our church and there have been a few times while singing the songs or at singing practice earlier in the week that I feel God’s presence SOOO strongly and something rises up in me and I sing a lot more…confidently, passionately, idk of the correct word, or if it’s noticeable, but I feel it very intensely.

Emotionally…I am not sure what you mean exactly by being turned on emotionally – do you mean what triggers my anger, happiness, sadness or something? If so, that’s a complicated answer and I’m not entirely sure of all my triggers.



The sound of the my younger siblings enjoying themselves and having fun

Birds tweeting (cheesy sounding, I know, but still)

And the sound of wind and rain at night while I’m lying comfortably in bed


Hmm…not sure.


I don’t have defects, I’m perfect 😎

I used to think my body was a defect, but…then I realised that it was just a matter of perspective and that I could (and should) change it and now I see my body as a beautiful, amazing thing and while I am trying to exercise by going out for walks or just quietly dancing somewhere and am trying to eat right and not eat too much, it’s not because I’m trying to change my body, I’m just trying to be healthy and if I lose some weight, fine, and if I don’t, that’s fine, too.

So yeah, embrace every part of you, no matter how flawed you think it is. You’ll be surprised at how much you glow and how beautiful you look when you accept and love ALL of you. 💖😘


Um…I don’t have a motto, I guess? 🤷


Some drawings I did as a Valentine’s for someone 😊


Not sure what colour, but whatever colour I would be, it’d be something vibrant, pretty and joyful that would the finishing touch to whatever you were colouring in.

And I wouldn’t know how to describe the colour to a blind person, unfortunately.


That would depend on whom you were asking 😅

For some it would be stories, blogging, my song videos, my mum would probably jokingly add ‘sensitivity’, others would say computers and some of the people I work with would probably say that I’m known for smiling and having a cheery disposition and being surprisingly mature for my age.




Don’t watch TV, just watch Netflix, Disney+ and DVDs.


I would discuss all options with them and talk about the benefits or downsides to doing any of the options and then talk about the benefits of doing whatever it was that they were reluctant to do, though if they still didn’t want to, I wouldn’t force them, I would just let them do what they wanted/thought was best and let it work itself out from there.

If it’s with my youngest brother and he didn’t want to take a bath, then it would be a simple matter of picking him up, getting him undressed and in the bath despite protests and telling him about what punishment Mum and Dad would give him if he didn’t have his bath…which usually works like a charm…or sorts…


Since I have to keep it, move to Africa or something. Or put it in a zoo and start working at said zoo since it’s still my elephant *shrugs*


Try to find the owner, but if for some reason I can’t, then I’d keep it.


I can’t answer this question cause I’ve never met you and have no idea what you know or don’t know.

This is the end of the questionnaire post I saw, BUT I checked out one of the original questionnaire posts that she got the questions from and have decided to add in some of the questions she didn’t regardless.

If you were reincarnated as some other plant or animal, what would it be?

Animal – Wolf

Plant – I have no idea

(I don’t believe in reincarnation, but I still wanted to answer it cause it’s admittedly fun to think of answers to it)

Who are your favorite heroines of history?

Joan of Arc and Esther.


That’s all!

I hope you all enjoyed reading that and that you all enjoyed your Easter! Have a great day people!