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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 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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Correction

Sorry everyone! That post titled ‘in precious memory of’ isn’t completed! I never pressed post for it, but I have a suspicion of which little brother it was that posted it too soon.

So I will take that post down while I fix it (and figure out how to child proof my computer)

Sorry!

In Precious Memory Of

So just a few days ago, one of my younger brothers joked about the death of balloons and it was so hilarious, I wanted to share it on here 😁

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Heading to a restaurant for your birthday, you sit down and am presented with menus. Family arrive, photos are taken and videos recorded. Meals are ordered and you play games and go silly while waiting for the food.

Balloons are brought to the table, that float innocently around, bring joy to you and the kids, though you don’t notice their secret pain as their signals for help go completely unnoticed.

One or two are popped by accident, but that is a more desirable date than what awaits them later when the restaurant is closed and there is no witnesses to their abuse.

No witnesses when the leftover balloons are dragged out to the backroom.

And mercilessly tortured, their last gasp of air torn out of them as a needle is plunged into them and their shriveled remains splatter across the room before cleaners come through and pick up their remains and throw them away, the evidence forever lost.

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So here’s the actual final version of the skit that one of my younger brothers cheekily came up with, sorry that another brother published the draft before it was ready. Hope you enjoyed my brother’s dramatic imagination 😈

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Coffee Broodings

I don’t know if anyone remembers, but a while back, I did some posts in the form of diary entries from the perspective of a fictitious character called Avery. Some were purely fictional, others had basis in my currently reality at the time that I needed to talk about it some way. But lately, I’ve been having a lot of thoughts and want to get them out in story form, so I’m doing another entry into Avery’s diary, so please grab some coffee (or any beverage of your choice) as we all go brood with Avery over a delicious beverage.

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Picture found on the Internet

Dear Diary,

Oh my goodness, it’s been a good minute that I’ve written in here, hasn’t it? All this stuff going on that I need to write down and I can’t even find a chance to write about it! …well technically, actually I have, but I haven’t had the mental energy to deal with writing.

Until now.

When I have a lot of stuff going on and a lot of pressure with University deadlines and suddenly…suddenly I’m getting inspiration for my stories.

Why is that? Why did I go through a period where I could write just like that and then I dry out and now inspiration comes sparingly?

It’s confusing to say the least.

Am I not meant to write anymore? Or have I done something that’s stunted my ability to create?

Or maybe it’s because everything has changed so drastically since last year, and not just through the pandemic, but in a lot of things, generally pretty personal, that it’s just temporarily shaken my creative core enough that it’s going to be a bit before I can get myself back together and back to my writing?

I pray it’s not a fault of my own.

Maybe I need to make myself sit down, set a time for fifteen, twenty minutes each day and try and see how much I can write in that time? I should start out with five minutes and slowly build up because I don’t wanna push myself too far too fast.

I just hope I haven’t somehow killed my gift entirely…cause I need it, it helps keep my sane…and I love creating.

Hopefully, the answer will be clear soon along with the solution.

Avery.

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On a happy side note, it’s my birthday in exactly a week!!!

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The Change – Part 6

Making it to the end of the corrider, she adjusted her glasses and, reaching inside her jacket, pulled out a slip of paper. Glancing over the content, she then typed in the numbers. After a second, there was a couple short beeps and the door slid open

On the other side was a giant of a man who looked to be in his thirties. Blonde hair, blue eyed, the man was wearing a tightly pressed grey uniform, no weapon visible, but surely hidden somewhere on his person.

“Follow me,” was all he said before turning and walking away, seemingly very assured that she would follow cause he didn’t turn back to see if she was accompanying once.

Nipping her lip as she tried to quell her fear, she then briskly followed after the man, trying to keep up.

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Grabbing a knife, Jackson cut his chicken, cheese and lettuce sandwich into triangular quarters, glancing nervously over to his mother who was pacing back and forth infront of the counter, a worried look on her face.

She had went over to Gerald’s place, but the police wouldn’t let her on the property due to the investigation into whatever it was that had happened to Gerald. That and the fact that they were keeping it all hush-hush was driving his mother something crazy.

“Jackson, what-“

“I know as much as you do,” he replied, the same thing he had been saying every five minutes for the past hour or so. Putting the knife in the sink, he then put the quarters on a plate and then grabbed a glass and poured himself some orange and mango juice.

“Where are you going?” his mother asked, suddenly turning to him.

“Just my room, Mum,” he replied, giving her a comforting smile. “got some homework to do.”

She nodded and went back to her pacing. “Good luck,” she muttered.

Jackson sighed and nodded. “Thanks, Mum…and please, try and relax,” he said gently as he picked up his plate and drink and began heading upstairs to his room, hoping to find something in his homework to distract himself from whatever was going on with their neighbour.

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Adjusting her shirt with a sigh, the lady who had knocked Lucy out swiped her card over this scanner and the door beeped and slid open. Stepping inside, she then took a right and soon came to another door and knocked.

“Come in.”

Opening the door, she then stepped inside, politely closing the door behind her. A tall, old man stood with his back turned to her, back hunched, presumably reading a book as he was by one of his numerous bookshelves. “Sir?” she asked quietly, bowing her head.

“Yes?”

“We have an issue with #456’s Unit Guardian.”

There was a brief pause before the man replied, “#456?”

“Lucy, sir.”

The man immediately slammed his book shut and slowly turned around to face the woman, his eyes staring at her intensely. “What about Lucy’s Unit Guardian?” he asked, his voice dripping with a warning that she better watch her next words.

Despite still having her head bowed, the woman felt herself starting to tremble as fear began taking hold of her. “Rule 55, sir.”

“Then, bring her in for termination.”

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The Change – Part 5

Previously in The Change:

The Change – part 1

The Change – Part 2

The Change – Part 3

The Change – Part 4

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Before Lucy could properly process what the lady had said, the lady pressed another button, and Lucy arched her back with a terrified and painful scream as wave after wave of agony crashed through her, tears now freely flowing from her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she heard the woman say through her screams before the final wave hit her and everything went dark.

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The lady took a shaky breath and withdrew her finger from the button, her eyes glued to the creature before her that had just collapsed to the bed.

Pushing herself away from the desk, the woman stood up and cautiously took a step towards the unconscious creature.

It didn’t move.

Good.

That meant it was definitely out.

Encouraged by that, she took another step and then another until she was right up to the shackled thing, feeling her breath catch now that she was right up close to it.

The thing that was called Lucy.

This ‘Lucy’ had brown hair with streaks of blonde. It’s skin was a pulsating mixture of blue and green with a pinch of yellow along it’s arms. She couldn’t see if this yellow was anywhere else cause it was wearing a shirt. The shirt was white and red “I ❤️NYC”, causing the woman to scoff.

One of those whackos, eh?

But from the waist down there was absolutely no resemblance to a human being whatsoever. Cause instead of legs, this ‘Lucy’ had a fish’s tail.

Pressing a button on the side of the bed, the bed began to tilt, the floor opening up, revealing water. The bottom half of the bed, which was designed to be water proof, partially dipped into the water, stopping just above the spot where Lucy’s ankles would’ve been. The woman pressed another button and the bed began to lower itself into the water, submerging Lucy up to just below her chest and then stopped.

With that down, the woman then quickly strode out the room. There was much that needed to be discussed with Lucy, but first, she had to go talk to someone else.

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Warning: This might be a trigger for some people

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Crying

Pressed into a corner

Whimpering

Hands over ears

Anger

Yelling

Flashes back to childhood

Hands shaking

Rocking back and forth

Flinches when someone comes close

Can’t breathe

Silence

Freezes

Braces for slap

For more yelling

Instead

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

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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.

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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!

THE QUESTIONS:

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?

Myself.

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?

*Shrugs*

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.

Camping.

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?

Music.

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 🥰