There were four in total, three from earlier and one from while he was in the shower. The first one was from his boss, he knew it would be to see how he was. The next was from his ex, she'd been pestering him for a while now ever since her current partner, the man responsible for their marriage breaking down, had also joint the L.W.F. he wasn't sure if she was trying to mess with his head so he'd be off his game when fighting the guy or if she really wanted him back. Either way she wasn't going to win he would never take her back. he'd never stop loving her but he couldn't trust her and without trust it wouldn't work. He checked the rest of his messages. One was from Robin Banks one of the guys he worked with. Robin was the butt of many jokes however that didn't stop them being friends. They had both trained together with Greg Iron Fist Gater and so they trusted each other which in this business meant a lot. The last one was a phone message from Iron Fist himself asking how things were. David smiled while he listened to the message. Iron Fist ended by saying. "Keep training ignore the doctors." Dave laughed at that comment. Iron Fist knew him to well. Despite the fact the doctors had told Dave not to push to hard for the next few months he'd got fed up and had started to build his training and fitness levels back up. The operation he'd had four months back on his elbow was healing nicely and he didn't see why he should sit back and do nothing. He was taking it easy with the weights but the rest he was full speed ahead with. Placing the phone back on the table he walked across to his wardrobe and grabbed his favourite pair of tracksuit bottoms. Putting them on he pondered as to what he could do for the rest of the afternoon. It was only 12.45 he didn't have to be at the arena till 7pm, Dave laid on the bed and allowed his mind to wonder back to his school days. School had been hard but the afternoons once school was finished were the best. He remembered how he and his best mate Kevin used to sneak into the cinema to see the latest releases. How they never got caught was a mystery to him. That was it. He sat up and kicked his legs to the side. The cinema. He couldn't remember the last time he just chilled watching a film in a cinema just another face among many, not some special L.W.F. wrestler. Grabbing a shirt from his wardrobe and the phone off the table he made his way out of the bedroom and down the stairs, putting the shirt on as he went. He went into the kitchen and grabbed his car keys and wallet off the bench. Looking in his wallet he noticed he'd have to stop at a cash point first. Dam he thought hope no one recognises me. It wasn't long before he found a cash point. he parked his car and walked over. Upon returning to the car Dave stopped he could hear what sounded like someone crying. Walking around to the other side of the car he saw her. Sat two parking spaces down. Just sat there in the middle of the parking place knees up to her chest head buried in her arms. Slowly he made his way across.
"Are you alright miss?" He asked looking around to see if anyone else was there.
"What does it look like?" She answered sharply burying her face once more into her arms. "Stupid L.W.F. wrestling." she said to herself.
"Excuse me" Dave said shocked by her last comment. After all he'd only come across to see if she was ok or if she needed some help and that's her response.
"I'm sorry" she replied getting to her feet and wiping her eyes. "I shouldn't have snapped at you. Hell I don't even know who you are. It's just L.W.F. seems to be a major thorn in my relationship" She stopped and looked up at the tall, dark man looking down. She smiled "I'm guessing you know who L.W.F. is being a man. Every other man I know seems to"
"I've heard of them" He replied smiling, glad that she couldn't see his eyes hidden behind his shades. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong"
"Where do I start"
"How about you start by telling me why L.W.F. are being such a thorn in your relationship?"
Smiling she nodded as both of them walked over to a nearby bench. After about an hour of talking she stood up.
"Thanks for listening you were right it did help to talk about it and your right about him"
"I am?" Dave replied
"Yes I should try to compromise allow him his L.W.F. time and ask for equal time for me and if I don't get that then he is out the door."
Dave smiled and reached into his pocket. "Here." He said handing her a card as he stood up. "If you feel the need to talk again my mobile number is on there."
"Thanks" She said reaching up to plant a peck on the cheek of this guy that she still thought was too good to be true. Dave smiled as he watched her walk off.
"Wonder what she'll think when and if she finds out I'm one of these L.W.F. wrestlers that her other half loves so much." He said to himself as he made his way back to the car and headed for the cinema.
Sunday, 31 January 2010
Friday, 29 January 2010
David Philip Caldwell (Part one)
David’s tall tanned body glistened in the midday sun as the sweat trickled down his rock hard abs and stopped at the top of his tight shorts that left very little to the imagination. Crouching down he rummaged in his bag for his bottle of water. Grabbing the bottle he stood back up and took a long swig. Suddenly a strange feeling came over him. He lowered the bottle from his lips and the shades from his eyes to revile his hazel eyes filled with intensity hard and strict no emotion to be seen. He gazed around he was sure he was not alone but who could it be. He knew it wasn’t one of the lads he worked with after all they didn’t know of this place. He scanner the horizon looking for movement or something to confirm his feeling. Finding nothing he lowered his glasses back down to cover his eyes. Placing the bottle of water he picked up his bag slung it over his left shoulder and headed out of the field and back to the path that lead to his house. David slowly scanned the path way behind him still that feeling of being watched was there so he decided to pick up the speed instead of his usual slow walk back he’d run. Setting off at top speed David ran the distance to his home jogging on the spot while opening the door then quickly entering and locking it behind him. Dropping his bag on the ground by the door way he made his way into the kitchen and across to the bench. Unplugging the charging mobile he pressed a button, three missed calls and 2 texts, with out even looking he knew who at least one of them was. Throwing it up into the air and catching it he made his way up the stairs and into the bathroom. Turning in the shower he made his way into the bedroom placing the phone on the bedside table he then grabbed a towel and headed back to the bathroom. Quickly stripping off his shorts he climbed into the shower. The feeling of the water cascading over his naked flesh felt invigorating the sweat from the mornings training being forced down the drain by the clean fresh water. This was David’s favourite room. There was nothing he liked more than a long hot shower after a hard training session however after an intense match in the ring he longed for a relaxing bath just to soak his aching limbs. This is just one of the reasons why he bought a house here in rural England, he was fed up of stopping in hotels and B&B’s that only had showers. He longed for a shower straight after the match, and luckily all the arenas he performed in had them backstage, to just get rid of the sweat and to revive him enough to stand straight. But baths that’s what really helped his aching limbs. Slowly he stepped out of the shower wrapping the towel around his waste he made his way back across the landing to the bedroom. Running his hands through his hair he stared down at the phone it was flashing and dancing across the table dam he thought to himself he’d forgotten about the vibrate eventually it stopped and Dave picked it up and flicked threw the number of missed calls he had received today.
Seasons
Snow is falling.
Children laughing.
Presents wrapped
Its winter time
Babbling brook.
Lambs are jumping.
Sun starts shining.
Spring has come.
Sun shines brightly.
Ice cream melting.
Off to the beach.
Summers arrived.
Wind is blowing.
Trees are rustling.
Leaves are gold.
Autumns here.
Children laughing.
Presents wrapped
Its winter time
Babbling brook.
Lambs are jumping.
Sun starts shining.
Spring has come.
Sun shines brightly.
Ice cream melting.
Off to the beach.
Summers arrived.
Wind is blowing.
Trees are rustling.
Leaves are gold.
Autumns here.
Thursday, 28 January 2010
The Evil Of Man
Catherine Price had always dreamt of her prince charming whisking her away for a fairy tail wedding and to live happily ever after in some far away paradise. When she met Khaldun Tanura she believed she had finally met her prince charming and that all of it would come true. Khaldun was over in California to visit his cousins as one of them where getting married. It was when he was out shopping for a wedding present that Catherine bumped in to him, literally. Catherine helped him to pick up the gift he had dropped.
“I’m sorry.” she said. As there eyes met she felt a spark hit her she knew this was the man she wanted to be with. He smiled and asked her if she could tell him a good place to eat as she was giving him directions he stoped her and asked her to join him. It was the start of the rest of her life. It was a pletonik relationship to start with but as the months grew so did her love for him so much so that she sold her costal home and all her belongings to move over to Saudi Arabia just to be near him. Six months had passed from her first meeting him to moving over there.
The day she landed he was there to meet her off the plane and take her straight to his house. They had talked about marriage before he had returned home four months back she had no idea however that it had all been arranged for the following day. When she awoke Khaldun’s 2 sisters and his mother where there to talk her threw the service and to help her to get ready. For all she didn’t understand everything that was being said she didn’t care she was marring her prince but the honeymoon period would soon be over. The service was held in a beautiful mosque in the city of Medina not far from Khaldun’s home village. Not long after they got back to there detached house Catherine could sense everything had changed. She knew that purdah was part of his religion and culture and because of her love for him she was willing to respect his wishes and cover up fully from head to toe when going out although as the months rolled on the amount of times she was allowed out of the house were fewer and fewer. Her fairytale end was starting to change into a nightmare. If he wanted something done it had to be done there and then and to the standard he wanted. At first if there was something wrong he would explain carefully but as time went on the explaining changed to shouting which was quickly followed by physical punishment to varying degrees. At first it was just a quick slap across the face but this altered to being beaten by a belt. As days turned into months Khaldun started to spend more time away in the city sometimes even stopping over night. Catherine dared not to leave the home on these days in case someone told him she had been out and she would be punished instead she would spend all day and most of the night making sure everything was spotless and in the exact same spot as when he left not even a fraction of a millimetre out would be good enough. It was on one day when Khaldun was in Medina that there was a knock on there door. Catherine hesitated not sure whether to open the door or just to ignore it. If she ignored it she may get punished for being insolent and ignoring his friends but at the same time if she did answer it she may be accused of wanting to be with whom ever it was. As she contemplated what to do she heard a voice out side the door.
“Min fadilak (please).” Catherine stood a look of relief on her face at the sound of a female voice. She opened the door “ibna (daughter) saadni (help me)”. The woman stood in front of her said as she grabbed Catherine’s arm and dragged her into the house next door. When Catherine got into the house the young girl was laid on the floor having some kind of fit. Catherine rushed across to try and hold her till some medical help came. She looked at the mother.
“doctor.” she shouted unsure as to if the mother would understand the mother seemed to understand and ran off down the street towards the doctors. Catherine sat there trying to hold the girl still so she would not hurt herself she was totally unaware that she was not properly covered. It wasn’t until the girl’s father walked in with a shocked look on his face.
“What go on?” he said in broken English.
“Your daughter is ill your wife came to me for help I sent her for a doctor.” It was at this point Catherine realised why the man looked so shocked. At the sound of his wife shouting he looked down the street and saw his wife followed by the doctor.
“Come.” he said rushing into the house and grabbing Catherine’s arm. “You may not seen like this.” he said dragging her into the bedroom. He rushed over to a set of draws at the far side. “Quick” he said throwing one of his wife’s gowns and veils at her “cover”. Catherine thanked him as he left the room. Once Catherine was fully covered she left the bedroom and made her way back into the sitting room where the doctor was looking at the young girl. Within minutes a cab arrived to take the girl and her mother to hospital followed by the doctor in his car. “Thank you” the father said. “Doctor said had waited longer she would be with Allah.”
“Your welcome” Catherine smiled from behind the veil. She bowed slightly as she left the house just to come face to face with her husband.
“What are you doing out of the house?” he snapped. The father stepped out from behind Catherine and began to talk very fast to Khaldun. Catherine could not understand what was being said but she could tell her husband was not happy and that the other man was trying to explain and to get her out of trouble. After what seemed like hours to Catherine the father returned to his home shutting the door behind him. Khaldun looked at Catherine. “get in here now” he snapped holding the door open. Once both were in he slammed it shut so hard that Catherine was sure she could feel the walls and floor shake. “Why did you leave?” Catherine went to answer just to be cut off by yet more questions. “Were you not told to stay in this house and work?” Catherine started to shake as his voice grew louder. “are other people’s families more important than your own?” He stared to walk towards her. “Well?” he snapped. “Am I less important to you than the people next door?” He stood right in front of her he was at least a foot taller than Catherine who started to shrink down to the floor in fear.
“no.” she whispered in a timid voice.
“I can not here you woman are they more important than me?”
“No” she said louder. “You are the most important thing in my life” she said starting to stand up. “It was just…”
“Insolent woman” he snapped bringing his open hand across her face. “Did I tell you to speak?” With tears in her eyes and her hand clasped over her cheek Catherine stood shaking her head.
“No sir” she replied trying hard to hold the tears from showing. Khaldun walked out of the room Catherine still apprehensive as to what was going to happen next stood perfectly still waiting to receive her orders. Khaldun walked back in with a smile on his face which worried Catherine. it was rear he smiled now days so she was unsure as to what exactly was going on.
“I have a surprise for you.” Khaldun said still smiling. “come” he said holding out his hand Catherine took his hand as he led her out to the back of the house there stood in the yard was a large kennel and chained to it a large Alsatian cross bread. “Do you like it my dear? I thought you might like a friend for when I am away.” Catherine smiled at Khaldun maybe her prince was still in there somewhere.
“I love it” she said. “What’s the dog’s name?”
“He dose not have one yet why don’t you name him.”
“I think I shall call him Ted. After all he looks a bit like a cuddly teddy bear”
“I’m glad you said that last bit.” Catherine look at Khaldun not sure what he meant by his last comment. “you see my dear, because of you insolents and disobeying me where leaving the house is concerned you will not be sleeping with me for at least a week and as we only have one bed and I am not giving it up you will be sleeping here with your new friend teddy the dog”. Khaldun started to walk away leaving Catherine stunned at where she would have to sleep for the next few nights. As Khaldun went to shut the door from somewhere Catherine found her voice.
“If I had not disobeyed you a young girl would have died.” Khaldun stopped, holding the door half open half shut. Had this woman not learnt anything he thought to himself not used to knowing a woman so strong minded.
As a child growing up in a very religious family he had been taught that women were lesser than men and should there for do as there masters told them. His father, like his father before him, and his father before him, was a preacher and so quotes and passages from the book of Quran were drummed into him as they hoped that not only would he take there names Khaldun Tanura but that he would also follow and become a preacher. Even from a young age he was taught to command respect from all women and at the age of seven, when his mother stopped him from going to play in the street, he had started to take the control. Upon his father returning that night he told him of how his mother had disrespected his wishes. This was the night he was taught how to punish a woman for her insolence and disrespect this was the first time he punished a member of his family however it would not be the last. That night the boy became a man and a woman was put in the hospital by her over zealous son who was trying to please his father. His father over the next few years helped to improve his technique on punishment to leave little if any marks visible once this was mastered he would help his father punish both his mother and his two sisters for years to come.
Now here stood before him a woman, whom he knew loved and respected him, stood before him speaking when she was not spoken to trying hard to put across the point that she was justified in her actions to disobey him. For all part of him agreed that she did the right thing she had disobeyed him and must be shown that she had done wrong. Khaldun opened the door fully.
“Come inside.” he said a look of sadness on his face. Catherine prayed quietly to herself as she followed his command and approached the door she hoped that she had got threw to him and that she would be forgiven she could see in his face that he loved her and she knew deep down he must know that she was right but as the door closed behind her and she turned to look at her husband all her hopes vanished as she saw him removing his belt from his trousers. “Take off your clothes.” he commanded her, a slight hint of sorrow in his voice, she looked at him frozen unable to move unable to follow his request. “I said strip woman.” He shouted grabbing at the front of her gown and ripping it slightly. Catherine as quickly as she could took off her robe and veil. “And those” he said pointing to her underwear Catherine did as she was told. “Now turn.” No sooner had Catherine turned her back to her husband the broad leather belt came crashing down across her pail soft skin ripping it with a sickening noise knocking her off her feet. As she lay on the floor screaming in pain the belt returned again to her back and again until the pain became too much and she lost consciousness.
It was 5 hours latter when she woke. As she opened her eyes there sat on the floor inches from her face staring was Khaldun.
“You’re awake good.” he said and threw a quilt at her. Catherine sat up and rapped it around her shoulders for all her back was sore she wondered why the quilt was not making it sting. “I tended to your cuts while you were asleep.” Khaldun smiled at her Catherine tried hard to smile back. “Can you stand?” he asked.
“I think so.” she replied timidly.
“Good” he said standing up and making his way to the back door. He opened it “off you go to bed then” Catherine look at him surly he didn’t want her to sleep out there after the beating he had just given her and even if he hadn’t beaten her surly she would be aloud to dress first.
“But my clothes?” she said weekly.
“The dog dose not wear clothes. You should think yourself honoured I have given you this blanket if you wish I can take that back to.” he said his eyes burning deep down into her soul but not in a good way.
“No sir. Thank you.” she said bowing her eyes as she walked bare foot and naked, except for the quilt she had wrapped around her, out into the yard. Khaldun watched as she went into the garden.
“In you go.” he said gesturing for her to go into the kennel which she did. As he closed and locked the door behind her and switched off the light Catherine began to cry. Ted was there in an instant licking her face and whimpering.
“Oh Ted” she said to the dog. “How have I let this happen?” Wrapping her arms around what now seemed to be her only friend in this cruel harsh country she buried her face into his black mattered fur and slowly began to fall asleep.
It had been just over a week and she was back in the house things seemed to be like before. He was going off to work but coming home every night. He was starting to treat her like a wife and not a slave and even brought her some flowers a couple of times. As the day rolled on Catherine thought the worst was behind her maybe her sleeping outside and loosing consciousness that first night had made him think that maybe he was pushing her to far. After a while Khaldun started to allow her out every Wednesday to go for a walk. Walking was one thing she had always loved to do and had missed. It was when she was on one of her walks when she bumped into her neighbours the woman started to talk.
“My wife says thank you.” the man translated,
“Please tell her you are both more than welcome.” Catherine tried hard to smile.
“Were you punished?” the man asked.
“A little” she replied “but then I had disobeyed him and had to be taught right from wrong”
“I think you know that” the man answered. “I read the book of Quran but I do not believe that women are as low as it says. I believe they are not as strong and should look after the house but I don’t believe that to hit a woman will make her do as you wish willingly.” Catherine’s smile behind the veil grew larger as she looked curiously at the man. “My name is Dawud” he said holding his hand out.
“I’m Catherine.” she replied.
“pleased.” he said as he shook her hand. “this is my wife Abeer and daughter who you saved Zaina” Catherine shook both there hands. “My ways must seem strange to you?” the man continued. “My father died when I was young so I was raised by my mother and her sister. I was taught that women are as important as men.” Catherine smiled at least one man in this country seemed nice she thought to herself. Suddenly the young girl said something. “She wishes to give you as thank you.” he translated as the girl held out a book. At first Catherine wasn’t sure then when she had a closer look her face lit up it was in English it was one of her favourites ‘Beauty and the Beast’. “We look every where for book you can read we hope you like.”
“Oh I do. Thank you.” she said hugging the young girl. She stayed for a while with the family she liked being with them for all the only one she understood and who could understand her was the father it was nice to be with what she would class as a nearly normal family. His thoughts and beliefs on women might not be as up to date as the once where she came from but at least they weren’t as caveman like as the rest in this country. Catherine looked at the watch on her wrist one luxury from her past her husband had allowed her to keep. She knew that he would not like the idea of her getting a gift from someone who was not him and if he found out it was something from her past as well he would go ballistic, but she wanted this little piece of home for her own sanity as well as the fact it was a gift from a young girl who had looked everywhere for it. Catherine looked once more at her watch if she left now she could get home and find somewhere to hide the book that her husband would not think of.
For a week the book had gone unfound by Khaldun. Every day when he went to work she would remove it from its hiding place and read it; it reminded her a bit of her story only in her life the beast did not turn into a prince, the prince turned into a beast. It was when Khaldun’s family was over for a meal that his sister happened to notice it. Catherine’s face dropped when she brought it in.
“What this?” Khaldun’s father snapped.
“It is her one thing from her home father.” Khaldun replied.
“Fool how will she learn if you let her have things like this.” he said ripping it in half.
“No.” Catherine cried out. This was her biggest mistake and after she had done it all eyes fell upon her.
“What you going to do?” Khaldun’s father asked staring at his son who in turn got up and went into the bedroom. Within minutes he had returned with not one but two large belts.
“Please sirs have mercy?” Catherine begged as he handed one to his father who in turn got up and moved slowly towards Catherine who was on her knees begging for mercy.
“I show you mercy.” Khaldun’s father snapped as he raised the belt bringing it down hard across Catherine’s thigh. Khaldun also raised his belt which connected with her arm. Screaming Catherine tried to roll out of the way or at least to get some kind of cover. Whack one of the belts connected with the side of her face ripping the flesh and sending her flying backwards her head banging against the marble floor.
“Father.” Khaldun said in shock “you taught me to be careful.”
“That is for our women my son these white women need more discipline they need to know who is the master. We shall not stop for at least an hour.” An hour Catherine tried to pull herself around to get up and run but the blows were coming to fast and to hard with in minutes she was unconscious although this did not stop the vicious attack by the two men who continued to beat at the lifeless bloody body that lay on the ground. When Catherine awoke she found that she was tied to a post. This was not her house and she did not recognise it. It was then she heard voices not that of men but of women when she tried to focus she could make out two silhouettes of women who came across.
“We here to help you go” one woman said. “he will not hurt you again”. They untied her arms and she immediately dropped to the floor. Every part of her body ached and was sore even the inside. The two women grabbed her one under each arm and led her out of the door. The door they went threw was an exit to some small hut out in the middle of nowhere the bright light beating down from the sun was blinding her as they left the building they took her a few meters into the desert out of sight of the hut. “You must go that way” one of the women pointed.
“There are your people there they will help you. We must go tell no one we helped or we will be killed,” the other one said as they ran off back the way they had dragged her. It was then that she realised who they were. one was Khaldun’s oldest sister and the other her neighbour whose daughter she had helped. Trying to stand she pointed her body in the direction the women had told her. she had only gone three steps when she again collapsed. Concussed and confused she crawled each drag taking every bit of strength she had in her. She had crawled for seven hours in that one direction night had set in and she was shaking but she would not quit. She heard voices in the distance and somehow managed to find her voice.
“Help” she shouted. she didn’t care if they were murderers or friends being dead would be better than living like this. “Help” she shouted again. This time she was heard and four silhouettes headed towards her. She could see by the way they walked they were men so at first she was apprehensive as if to continue. With every ounce of strength she had left in her body she stood up. “I’m American” she said befor collapsing again.
“Quick fetch a streatcher” came a familier accent. it was that of what she could now see was an American soldier with a sigh of relief Catherine closed her eyes.
It was 37hours before Catherine again opened her eyes she. could hear the nurses in the distance talking about the foreign object they had removed from inside her and realised this is why she had felt so sore. It was then that she saw him out the corner of her eye. Her little brother stood in the door way.
“I’m looking for my sister” he said to one of the nurses. As he approached the bed Catherine began to tremble afraid of what he might say and do. “Catty” he said softly to the brused and battered woman in frount of him who had backed herself right up against the wall. “Catty” he said again softly. “It’s ok Kitty Cat I’m here to look after you no one will hurt you again.” he said holding out his hand. Slowly Catherine took hold of her little brother’s hand and just sat for a while before burying her head into his chest and emotionally falling apart. All that fear all that sorrow and all that anger became too much and she had to be sedated. Sat beside her bed he could not believe what had happened gone was the fit robust girl who had entered the army when he was just 15 and had given him the strength to find the right path. There instead laid a rag doll all skin and bones no piece of skin unmarked.
“I’m sorry.” she said. As there eyes met she felt a spark hit her she knew this was the man she wanted to be with. He smiled and asked her if she could tell him a good place to eat as she was giving him directions he stoped her and asked her to join him. It was the start of the rest of her life. It was a pletonik relationship to start with but as the months grew so did her love for him so much so that she sold her costal home and all her belongings to move over to Saudi Arabia just to be near him. Six months had passed from her first meeting him to moving over there.
The day she landed he was there to meet her off the plane and take her straight to his house. They had talked about marriage before he had returned home four months back she had no idea however that it had all been arranged for the following day. When she awoke Khaldun’s 2 sisters and his mother where there to talk her threw the service and to help her to get ready. For all she didn’t understand everything that was being said she didn’t care she was marring her prince but the honeymoon period would soon be over. The service was held in a beautiful mosque in the city of Medina not far from Khaldun’s home village. Not long after they got back to there detached house Catherine could sense everything had changed. She knew that purdah was part of his religion and culture and because of her love for him she was willing to respect his wishes and cover up fully from head to toe when going out although as the months rolled on the amount of times she was allowed out of the house were fewer and fewer. Her fairytale end was starting to change into a nightmare. If he wanted something done it had to be done there and then and to the standard he wanted. At first if there was something wrong he would explain carefully but as time went on the explaining changed to shouting which was quickly followed by physical punishment to varying degrees. At first it was just a quick slap across the face but this altered to being beaten by a belt. As days turned into months Khaldun started to spend more time away in the city sometimes even stopping over night. Catherine dared not to leave the home on these days in case someone told him she had been out and she would be punished instead she would spend all day and most of the night making sure everything was spotless and in the exact same spot as when he left not even a fraction of a millimetre out would be good enough. It was on one day when Khaldun was in Medina that there was a knock on there door. Catherine hesitated not sure whether to open the door or just to ignore it. If she ignored it she may get punished for being insolent and ignoring his friends but at the same time if she did answer it she may be accused of wanting to be with whom ever it was. As she contemplated what to do she heard a voice out side the door.
“Min fadilak (please).” Catherine stood a look of relief on her face at the sound of a female voice. She opened the door “ibna (daughter) saadni (help me)”. The woman stood in front of her said as she grabbed Catherine’s arm and dragged her into the house next door. When Catherine got into the house the young girl was laid on the floor having some kind of fit. Catherine rushed across to try and hold her till some medical help came. She looked at the mother.
“doctor.” she shouted unsure as to if the mother would understand the mother seemed to understand and ran off down the street towards the doctors. Catherine sat there trying to hold the girl still so she would not hurt herself she was totally unaware that she was not properly covered. It wasn’t until the girl’s father walked in with a shocked look on his face.
“What go on?” he said in broken English.
“Your daughter is ill your wife came to me for help I sent her for a doctor.” It was at this point Catherine realised why the man looked so shocked. At the sound of his wife shouting he looked down the street and saw his wife followed by the doctor.
“Come.” he said rushing into the house and grabbing Catherine’s arm. “You may not seen like this.” he said dragging her into the bedroom. He rushed over to a set of draws at the far side. “Quick” he said throwing one of his wife’s gowns and veils at her “cover”. Catherine thanked him as he left the room. Once Catherine was fully covered she left the bedroom and made her way back into the sitting room where the doctor was looking at the young girl. Within minutes a cab arrived to take the girl and her mother to hospital followed by the doctor in his car. “Thank you” the father said. “Doctor said had waited longer she would be with Allah.”
“Your welcome” Catherine smiled from behind the veil. She bowed slightly as she left the house just to come face to face with her husband.
“What are you doing out of the house?” he snapped. The father stepped out from behind Catherine and began to talk very fast to Khaldun. Catherine could not understand what was being said but she could tell her husband was not happy and that the other man was trying to explain and to get her out of trouble. After what seemed like hours to Catherine the father returned to his home shutting the door behind him. Khaldun looked at Catherine. “get in here now” he snapped holding the door open. Once both were in he slammed it shut so hard that Catherine was sure she could feel the walls and floor shake. “Why did you leave?” Catherine went to answer just to be cut off by yet more questions. “Were you not told to stay in this house and work?” Catherine started to shake as his voice grew louder. “are other people’s families more important than your own?” He stared to walk towards her. “Well?” he snapped. “Am I less important to you than the people next door?” He stood right in front of her he was at least a foot taller than Catherine who started to shrink down to the floor in fear.
“no.” she whispered in a timid voice.
“I can not here you woman are they more important than me?”
“No” she said louder. “You are the most important thing in my life” she said starting to stand up. “It was just…”
“Insolent woman” he snapped bringing his open hand across her face. “Did I tell you to speak?” With tears in her eyes and her hand clasped over her cheek Catherine stood shaking her head.
“No sir” she replied trying hard to hold the tears from showing. Khaldun walked out of the room Catherine still apprehensive as to what was going to happen next stood perfectly still waiting to receive her orders. Khaldun walked back in with a smile on his face which worried Catherine. it was rear he smiled now days so she was unsure as to what exactly was going on.
“I have a surprise for you.” Khaldun said still smiling. “come” he said holding out his hand Catherine took his hand as he led her out to the back of the house there stood in the yard was a large kennel and chained to it a large Alsatian cross bread. “Do you like it my dear? I thought you might like a friend for when I am away.” Catherine smiled at Khaldun maybe her prince was still in there somewhere.
“I love it” she said. “What’s the dog’s name?”
“He dose not have one yet why don’t you name him.”
“I think I shall call him Ted. After all he looks a bit like a cuddly teddy bear”
“I’m glad you said that last bit.” Catherine look at Khaldun not sure what he meant by his last comment. “you see my dear, because of you insolents and disobeying me where leaving the house is concerned you will not be sleeping with me for at least a week and as we only have one bed and I am not giving it up you will be sleeping here with your new friend teddy the dog”. Khaldun started to walk away leaving Catherine stunned at where she would have to sleep for the next few nights. As Khaldun went to shut the door from somewhere Catherine found her voice.
“If I had not disobeyed you a young girl would have died.” Khaldun stopped, holding the door half open half shut. Had this woman not learnt anything he thought to himself not used to knowing a woman so strong minded.
As a child growing up in a very religious family he had been taught that women were lesser than men and should there for do as there masters told them. His father, like his father before him, and his father before him, was a preacher and so quotes and passages from the book of Quran were drummed into him as they hoped that not only would he take there names Khaldun Tanura but that he would also follow and become a preacher. Even from a young age he was taught to command respect from all women and at the age of seven, when his mother stopped him from going to play in the street, he had started to take the control. Upon his father returning that night he told him of how his mother had disrespected his wishes. This was the night he was taught how to punish a woman for her insolence and disrespect this was the first time he punished a member of his family however it would not be the last. That night the boy became a man and a woman was put in the hospital by her over zealous son who was trying to please his father. His father over the next few years helped to improve his technique on punishment to leave little if any marks visible once this was mastered he would help his father punish both his mother and his two sisters for years to come.
Now here stood before him a woman, whom he knew loved and respected him, stood before him speaking when she was not spoken to trying hard to put across the point that she was justified in her actions to disobey him. For all part of him agreed that she did the right thing she had disobeyed him and must be shown that she had done wrong. Khaldun opened the door fully.
“Come inside.” he said a look of sadness on his face. Catherine prayed quietly to herself as she followed his command and approached the door she hoped that she had got threw to him and that she would be forgiven she could see in his face that he loved her and she knew deep down he must know that she was right but as the door closed behind her and she turned to look at her husband all her hopes vanished as she saw him removing his belt from his trousers. “Take off your clothes.” he commanded her, a slight hint of sorrow in his voice, she looked at him frozen unable to move unable to follow his request. “I said strip woman.” He shouted grabbing at the front of her gown and ripping it slightly. Catherine as quickly as she could took off her robe and veil. “And those” he said pointing to her underwear Catherine did as she was told. “Now turn.” No sooner had Catherine turned her back to her husband the broad leather belt came crashing down across her pail soft skin ripping it with a sickening noise knocking her off her feet. As she lay on the floor screaming in pain the belt returned again to her back and again until the pain became too much and she lost consciousness.
It was 5 hours latter when she woke. As she opened her eyes there sat on the floor inches from her face staring was Khaldun.
“You’re awake good.” he said and threw a quilt at her. Catherine sat up and rapped it around her shoulders for all her back was sore she wondered why the quilt was not making it sting. “I tended to your cuts while you were asleep.” Khaldun smiled at her Catherine tried hard to smile back. “Can you stand?” he asked.
“I think so.” she replied timidly.
“Good” he said standing up and making his way to the back door. He opened it “off you go to bed then” Catherine look at him surly he didn’t want her to sleep out there after the beating he had just given her and even if he hadn’t beaten her surly she would be aloud to dress first.
“But my clothes?” she said weekly.
“The dog dose not wear clothes. You should think yourself honoured I have given you this blanket if you wish I can take that back to.” he said his eyes burning deep down into her soul but not in a good way.
“No sir. Thank you.” she said bowing her eyes as she walked bare foot and naked, except for the quilt she had wrapped around her, out into the yard. Khaldun watched as she went into the garden.
“In you go.” he said gesturing for her to go into the kennel which she did. As he closed and locked the door behind her and switched off the light Catherine began to cry. Ted was there in an instant licking her face and whimpering.
“Oh Ted” she said to the dog. “How have I let this happen?” Wrapping her arms around what now seemed to be her only friend in this cruel harsh country she buried her face into his black mattered fur and slowly began to fall asleep.
It had been just over a week and she was back in the house things seemed to be like before. He was going off to work but coming home every night. He was starting to treat her like a wife and not a slave and even brought her some flowers a couple of times. As the day rolled on Catherine thought the worst was behind her maybe her sleeping outside and loosing consciousness that first night had made him think that maybe he was pushing her to far. After a while Khaldun started to allow her out every Wednesday to go for a walk. Walking was one thing she had always loved to do and had missed. It was when she was on one of her walks when she bumped into her neighbours the woman started to talk.
“My wife says thank you.” the man translated,
“Please tell her you are both more than welcome.” Catherine tried hard to smile.
“Were you punished?” the man asked.
“A little” she replied “but then I had disobeyed him and had to be taught right from wrong”
“I think you know that” the man answered. “I read the book of Quran but I do not believe that women are as low as it says. I believe they are not as strong and should look after the house but I don’t believe that to hit a woman will make her do as you wish willingly.” Catherine’s smile behind the veil grew larger as she looked curiously at the man. “My name is Dawud” he said holding his hand out.
“I’m Catherine.” she replied.
“pleased.” he said as he shook her hand. “this is my wife Abeer and daughter who you saved Zaina” Catherine shook both there hands. “My ways must seem strange to you?” the man continued. “My father died when I was young so I was raised by my mother and her sister. I was taught that women are as important as men.” Catherine smiled at least one man in this country seemed nice she thought to herself. Suddenly the young girl said something. “She wishes to give you as thank you.” he translated as the girl held out a book. At first Catherine wasn’t sure then when she had a closer look her face lit up it was in English it was one of her favourites ‘Beauty and the Beast’. “We look every where for book you can read we hope you like.”
“Oh I do. Thank you.” she said hugging the young girl. She stayed for a while with the family she liked being with them for all the only one she understood and who could understand her was the father it was nice to be with what she would class as a nearly normal family. His thoughts and beliefs on women might not be as up to date as the once where she came from but at least they weren’t as caveman like as the rest in this country. Catherine looked at the watch on her wrist one luxury from her past her husband had allowed her to keep. She knew that he would not like the idea of her getting a gift from someone who was not him and if he found out it was something from her past as well he would go ballistic, but she wanted this little piece of home for her own sanity as well as the fact it was a gift from a young girl who had looked everywhere for it. Catherine looked once more at her watch if she left now she could get home and find somewhere to hide the book that her husband would not think of.
For a week the book had gone unfound by Khaldun. Every day when he went to work she would remove it from its hiding place and read it; it reminded her a bit of her story only in her life the beast did not turn into a prince, the prince turned into a beast. It was when Khaldun’s family was over for a meal that his sister happened to notice it. Catherine’s face dropped when she brought it in.
“What this?” Khaldun’s father snapped.
“It is her one thing from her home father.” Khaldun replied.
“Fool how will she learn if you let her have things like this.” he said ripping it in half.
“No.” Catherine cried out. This was her biggest mistake and after she had done it all eyes fell upon her.
“What you going to do?” Khaldun’s father asked staring at his son who in turn got up and went into the bedroom. Within minutes he had returned with not one but two large belts.
“Please sirs have mercy?” Catherine begged as he handed one to his father who in turn got up and moved slowly towards Catherine who was on her knees begging for mercy.
“I show you mercy.” Khaldun’s father snapped as he raised the belt bringing it down hard across Catherine’s thigh. Khaldun also raised his belt which connected with her arm. Screaming Catherine tried to roll out of the way or at least to get some kind of cover. Whack one of the belts connected with the side of her face ripping the flesh and sending her flying backwards her head banging against the marble floor.
“Father.” Khaldun said in shock “you taught me to be careful.”
“That is for our women my son these white women need more discipline they need to know who is the master. We shall not stop for at least an hour.” An hour Catherine tried to pull herself around to get up and run but the blows were coming to fast and to hard with in minutes she was unconscious although this did not stop the vicious attack by the two men who continued to beat at the lifeless bloody body that lay on the ground. When Catherine awoke she found that she was tied to a post. This was not her house and she did not recognise it. It was then she heard voices not that of men but of women when she tried to focus she could make out two silhouettes of women who came across.
“We here to help you go” one woman said. “he will not hurt you again”. They untied her arms and she immediately dropped to the floor. Every part of her body ached and was sore even the inside. The two women grabbed her one under each arm and led her out of the door. The door they went threw was an exit to some small hut out in the middle of nowhere the bright light beating down from the sun was blinding her as they left the building they took her a few meters into the desert out of sight of the hut. “You must go that way” one of the women pointed.
“There are your people there they will help you. We must go tell no one we helped or we will be killed,” the other one said as they ran off back the way they had dragged her. It was then that she realised who they were. one was Khaldun’s oldest sister and the other her neighbour whose daughter she had helped. Trying to stand she pointed her body in the direction the women had told her. she had only gone three steps when she again collapsed. Concussed and confused she crawled each drag taking every bit of strength she had in her. She had crawled for seven hours in that one direction night had set in and she was shaking but she would not quit. She heard voices in the distance and somehow managed to find her voice.
“Help” she shouted. she didn’t care if they were murderers or friends being dead would be better than living like this. “Help” she shouted again. This time she was heard and four silhouettes headed towards her. She could see by the way they walked they were men so at first she was apprehensive as if to continue. With every ounce of strength she had left in her body she stood up. “I’m American” she said befor collapsing again.
“Quick fetch a streatcher” came a familier accent. it was that of what she could now see was an American soldier with a sigh of relief Catherine closed her eyes.
It was 37hours before Catherine again opened her eyes she. could hear the nurses in the distance talking about the foreign object they had removed from inside her and realised this is why she had felt so sore. It was then that she saw him out the corner of her eye. Her little brother stood in the door way.
“I’m looking for my sister” he said to one of the nurses. As he approached the bed Catherine began to tremble afraid of what he might say and do. “Catty” he said softly to the brused and battered woman in frount of him who had backed herself right up against the wall. “Catty” he said again softly. “It’s ok Kitty Cat I’m here to look after you no one will hurt you again.” he said holding out his hand. Slowly Catherine took hold of her little brother’s hand and just sat for a while before burying her head into his chest and emotionally falling apart. All that fear all that sorrow and all that anger became too much and she had to be sedated. Sat beside her bed he could not believe what had happened gone was the fit robust girl who had entered the army when he was just 15 and had given him the strength to find the right path. There instead laid a rag doll all skin and bones no piece of skin unmarked.
Sunday, 24 January 2010
BULLIES
You think that it’s funny when you call me names,
You won’t let me join in with any of your games.
You laugh and you point at the things that wear,
If you’re not trying to stick it then you’re pulling my hair.
You punch and hit me when no ones around,
And then you just push me down onto the ground.
You don’t seem to care if I’m alright,
Or the fact that the fear keeps me up all night.
How much I hate you, how much I hate me,
The fact that the end I just can not see.
I wish it was over; I would end my life,
Because the words that you say hurt more than a knife.
See if you were to hit me the wound would soon heal,
Words hurt the most, words to I can feel.
Words hurt the most as they stay in your head,
These are the things that make me wish I was dead.
But I’m stronger than that this one you wont win,
I won’t take my life and throw it into the bin.
So I’ll sit there and listen when you call me names,
And I’ll stand and I’ll watch as you play your games.
I’ll just shrug my shoulders when you point at what I wear,
Or go tell the teacher what you’ve done to my hair.
If you hit me or kick me when they’re not around,
Or even if you push me onto the ground.
I’ll stand there defiant because inside I am stronger,
I won’t let you win, no not any longer.
One day you will feel the pain I feel to,
I wonder that day just what you will do?
You won’t let me join in with any of your games.
You laugh and you point at the things that wear,
If you’re not trying to stick it then you’re pulling my hair.
You punch and hit me when no ones around,
And then you just push me down onto the ground.
You don’t seem to care if I’m alright,
Or the fact that the fear keeps me up all night.
How much I hate you, how much I hate me,
The fact that the end I just can not see.
I wish it was over; I would end my life,
Because the words that you say hurt more than a knife.
See if you were to hit me the wound would soon heal,
Words hurt the most, words to I can feel.
Words hurt the most as they stay in your head,
These are the things that make me wish I was dead.
But I’m stronger than that this one you wont win,
I won’t take my life and throw it into the bin.
So I’ll sit there and listen when you call me names,
And I’ll stand and I’ll watch as you play your games.
I’ll just shrug my shoulders when you point at what I wear,
Or go tell the teacher what you’ve done to my hair.
If you hit me or kick me when they’re not around,
Or even if you push me onto the ground.
I’ll stand there defiant because inside I am stronger,
I won’t let you win, no not any longer.
One day you will feel the pain I feel to,
I wonder that day just what you will do?
Alfred Bear
Alfred bear sat on the cold white windowsill looking like a polar bear on his iceberg staring out at a world that he can never truly be a part of. Threadbare he watches as his children leave the home where he resides making his half stuffed body feel emptier than ever before. He remembered when he went with his children to a place they called school. How he loved to sit on their knee clapping his paws in time with the songs they sang, being tied to the back of a tricycle as his youngest would ride at top speed, often crashing. This is where most of his scars came from.
As the children and their mother vanish out of sight the flame red corvette, who's brightness always puts the tennis ball like sun to shame, pulls up next door. As the grass starts to dance and the weather change, the wind begins to blow, forcing the tall majestic trees in the forest opposite to bow towards the silvery grey teddy encased behind his glass prison, framed with white plastic and brick. No force would be needed if they recognized their friend who as a young bear with his first owner ran in between the trees that at the time were just young saplings.
Slowly the giant fiery tennis ball makes its way across the sky hidden in part by candy floss clouds of grey which, as the day moves on and they see the bear trapped in his glass prison, turn black and start to cry like mourners at a funeral. drops of rain reminiscent of tear drops fall down the pain of glass that Alfred looks out of. This is his sorrow. These are his tears. The tears he can not cry for the loss of his children.
Trying to move to look for his children he slips and falls. Unable to move, he's not afraid, instead his head fills of a time when with his last owner he laid in the back year staring at the stars in the night sky. The ceiling he is now faced with has stars but the do not twinkle and no one is holding him. Sorrow once more flows over the old bear.
Suddenly a bang from down below, he hopes he dare not build up, it may not be his children. A rumbling noise like thunder grows as suddenly the door bursts open flooding the darkened room with light. Joy and love fill Alfred's heart once more as a small, tiny, voice shouts "Teddy" and a tiny hand picks him up off the floor and holds him tight. Filling him with love, he is not forgotten, his children have returned home to him once more.
As the children and their mother vanish out of sight the flame red corvette, who's brightness always puts the tennis ball like sun to shame, pulls up next door. As the grass starts to dance and the weather change, the wind begins to blow, forcing the tall majestic trees in the forest opposite to bow towards the silvery grey teddy encased behind his glass prison, framed with white plastic and brick. No force would be needed if they recognized their friend who as a young bear with his first owner ran in between the trees that at the time were just young saplings.
Slowly the giant fiery tennis ball makes its way across the sky hidden in part by candy floss clouds of grey which, as the day moves on and they see the bear trapped in his glass prison, turn black and start to cry like mourners at a funeral. drops of rain reminiscent of tear drops fall down the pain of glass that Alfred looks out of. This is his sorrow. These are his tears. The tears he can not cry for the loss of his children.
Trying to move to look for his children he slips and falls. Unable to move, he's not afraid, instead his head fills of a time when with his last owner he laid in the back year staring at the stars in the night sky. The ceiling he is now faced with has stars but the do not twinkle and no one is holding him. Sorrow once more flows over the old bear.
Suddenly a bang from down below, he hopes he dare not build up, it may not be his children. A rumbling noise like thunder grows as suddenly the door bursts open flooding the darkened room with light. Joy and love fill Alfred's heart once more as a small, tiny, voice shouts "Teddy" and a tiny hand picks him up off the floor and holds him tight. Filling him with love, he is not forgotten, his children have returned home to him once more.
Friday, 22 January 2010
I Sit Alone And Wonder
i sit alone and wonder will i ever find,
a man who's funny and charming and who is also kind.
a man who likes what i like the lightnening and the rain,
a man who shares my intrests a man who has a brain.
a man who can hold a conversation not just say ug or yeah,
a man who has a nice smile and also his own hair.
a man who will love me for me through the good times and also through the bad,
a man who will do almost anythng to make me smile when im feeling sad.
a man who's funny and charming and who is also kind.
a man who likes what i like the lightnening and the rain,
a man who shares my intrests a man who has a brain.
a man who can hold a conversation not just say ug or yeah,
a man who has a nice smile and also his own hair.
a man who will love me for me through the good times and also through the bad,
a man who will do almost anythng to make me smile when im feeling sad.
Thursday, 21 January 2010
God Blew The Whistle
God blew the whistle and you had to cross the line,
From the mortal realm to a land divine.
He needed one more angel domeone he knew would care,
Not someone who'd sit and laugh or just stand and stare.
He needed someone caring someone filled with love,
Thats why he took you from us to live with him above.
From the mortal realm to a land divine.
He needed one more angel domeone he knew would care,
Not someone who'd sit and laugh or just stand and stare.
He needed someone caring someone filled with love,
Thats why he took you from us to live with him above.
Monday, 11 January 2010
The Storm
Lightning flashes across the sky,
As the hail and the rain fall from on high.
The wind starts to blow up a gale,
As the size of a golf ball becomes the hail.
As the twisting wind forms a tornado,
That picks up the cows that graze in the meadow.
And it tosses them like rag dolls in the air,
Then throws them back down just anywhere.
Picking up cars breaking houses to,
No one knows just what to do.
We all go and hide till the wind dies down,
Then out we all come to see our town.
Mother Nature has done her worst,
Now the sun through the clouds does bust.
As the hail and the rain fall from on high.
The wind starts to blow up a gale,
As the size of a golf ball becomes the hail.
As the twisting wind forms a tornado,
That picks up the cows that graze in the meadow.
And it tosses them like rag dolls in the air,
Then throws them back down just anywhere.
Picking up cars breaking houses to,
No one knows just what to do.
We all go and hide till the wind dies down,
Then out we all come to see our town.
Mother Nature has done her worst,
Now the sun through the clouds does bust.
Sunday, 10 January 2010
Snatched Away
Ive been here now for five days. My friend Beth is here with me so at least I have someone to talk to. I dont know where the men have gone that grabbed me out of my garden when I was playing. I miss my family. Ive had no food since they locked me and Beth down here. Beth had been snatched a week before me. She looked in a bad way. She was so thin and her hair all long and tangled. They hadnt fed her for a couple of days but at the time they where giving me food and water. Whenever they werent looking Id share my food with Beth. Thats why they locked us down here because they caught us sharing.
This is day seven in this dank dark room. I think its a cellar of some sort. Theres still nobody come so no food. There is some water here though its a mucky brown colour. It both smells and tastes funny but its better than nothing. Beths not moving Ive tried everything but shes not moving.
Today is day eight. The men who took me have been here today. Because of the abuse Beth and myself had received from them, before being put down here, I hid. Beth still hadnt moved. They kicked her a few times. I heard one of the men say she was dead. As they were dragging her body out of the room I heard them say they were just going to dump her body out the back. I miss Beth. I am so scared.
Today is day 10. I can hear voices outside Ive made as much noise as I can but I know I sound more like a mouse squeaking than anything else.
Ive been out of that hell hole now for a fortnight. The noise I heard outside the room I was in was couple of nice people. They were in uniform. They came into the room picked me up and carried me into the back of their vehicle. They took me to somewhere to get help for my injurious. Because I couldnt tell them where my family lived, and they couldnt find them, I was put up for adoption. Im here in my new home now. Theres a cat here called Fluffy. Ive never been one for cats but Fluffy is fun. I often chase him up the tree in the backyard but then isnt that what we dogs are meant to do?
This is day seven in this dank dark room. I think its a cellar of some sort. Theres still nobody come so no food. There is some water here though its a mucky brown colour. It both smells and tastes funny but its better than nothing. Beths not moving Ive tried everything but shes not moving.
Today is day eight. The men who took me have been here today. Because of the abuse Beth and myself had received from them, before being put down here, I hid. Beth still hadnt moved. They kicked her a few times. I heard one of the men say she was dead. As they were dragging her body out of the room I heard them say they were just going to dump her body out the back. I miss Beth. I am so scared.
Today is day 10. I can hear voices outside Ive made as much noise as I can but I know I sound more like a mouse squeaking than anything else.
Ive been out of that hell hole now for a fortnight. The noise I heard outside the room I was in was couple of nice people. They were in uniform. They came into the room picked me up and carried me into the back of their vehicle. They took me to somewhere to get help for my injurious. Because I couldnt tell them where my family lived, and they couldnt find them, I was put up for adoption. Im here in my new home now. Theres a cat here called Fluffy. Ive never been one for cats but Fluffy is fun. I often chase him up the tree in the backyard but then isnt that what we dogs are meant to do?
Saturday, 9 January 2010
In The Park
As the children laugh and play,
In the park the swings do sway.
Up the climbing frame they go,
Down the slide from high to low.
As the day turns into night,
And the dark removes the light.
Mums and Dads take children home,
Then the wildlife start to roam.
Walking alaround the park,
They are not afraid of the dark.
And as the animals start to play,
In the park the swings do sway.
In the park the swings do sway.
Up the climbing frame they go,
Down the slide from high to low.
As the day turns into night,
And the dark removes the light.
Mums and Dads take children home,
Then the wildlife start to roam.
Walking alaround the park,
They are not afraid of the dark.
And as the animals start to play,
In the park the swings do sway.
The Little Boy With His Teddy And Toy
As I went for a walk on the cold winters night,
Near a graveyard I got a big fright.
For there at the gates stood a little boy,
Holding a teddy and some other toy.
He looked very worried as I got near,
In his eyes I could see nothing but fear.
"Please Miss help" he said with a stammer,
There stood behind him a man with a hammer.
The little boy saw him and started to shake,
He then started to run up the road to the lake.
The man went to move so I stood in his way,
What happened next i find hard to say.
The man ran straight through me and off after the boy,
On the floor I could see the teddy and toy.
I picked them both up and then I did run,
Towards the lake to see what he'd done.
He hit the young lad as the sun it did rise,
And there they both vanished in frount of my eyes.
I looked at my hands at the toy and the teddy,
They to had vanished I felt so unsteady.
I wanted to know who was this young boy,
Who stood at the gates with his teddy and toy.
Near a graveyard I got a big fright.
For there at the gates stood a little boy,
Holding a teddy and some other toy.
He looked very worried as I got near,
In his eyes I could see nothing but fear.
"Please Miss help" he said with a stammer,
There stood behind him a man with a hammer.
The little boy saw him and started to shake,
He then started to run up the road to the lake.
The man went to move so I stood in his way,
What happened next i find hard to say.
The man ran straight through me and off after the boy,
On the floor I could see the teddy and toy.
I picked them both up and then I did run,
Towards the lake to see what he'd done.
He hit the young lad as the sun it did rise,
And there they both vanished in frount of my eyes.
I looked at my hands at the toy and the teddy,
They to had vanished I felt so unsteady.
I wanted to know who was this young boy,
Who stood at the gates with his teddy and toy.
Friday, 8 January 2010
The life of a sock
Wow is all I can say I didn’t realise the world was this big. Me and my mate Lefty were the first out of the box. Some hot looking girl placed us up high on this shelf. I hope it’s her underwear draw I end up in. Well the cleaners are almost finished so id better sign off before the lights go out. Catch you soon.
Righty
Friday 8th of July
Well me and Lefty are now at our new home. A nice kind lady took us down from the shelf really carefully. After we were put into the bag she carried us gently and once we got back here she lovingly folded us up and put us in this draw. She says she’s sure her son will like us. I hope he’s as nice as his mum. Well feeling really tiered now speak soon.
Righty
Friday 22nd of July
God help me this is shear hell. The day after my last entry her son, a teenager slob, put us on. Today is the first day we’ve been took off he’s even slept in us. Oh god I stink. The only reason he’s removed us now is because he’s going on a date so he’s having a shower. I don’t know where Lefty is. I’m stuck under the bed in between, yuck, a pair of underpants, I’m guessing once were white but now are a grey colour with brown stains, I think I’m going to be sick. On the other side I’m not sure if it’s a cup or a mouse, I’ve seen mice with less fur, ha ha ha. God I hope Lefty’s ok. Oh god he’s coming back I’m going to go and hope fury and smelly stop him from coming under here.
Righty
Saturday 20th of August
Well life is good once more. The nice lady found me and washed me. It turns out that Lefty had been eaten by the dog and what was left she binned but she said it would be a shame to bin me when I was in such good condition. Then she had an idea, she washed me, sowed on a few things and now I’m her granddaughter’s sock puppet. That’s what I’m doing now I’m sat here in my new home with my new friends. Freddy Frog made from an old egg box and Lucy Long from a toilet brush. My new name is Sammy the Sock puppet Snake. Life’s good. Sounds like the family are back so I’m going to go because we are doing a play tonight. Bye for now.
Sammy Snake (Righty)
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