Happy New Year! I did say my New Year's resolution was to post more, so here we go!
I had a whole post written out but it got deleted because I didn't save it. So I'm going to start ad-libbing. 1. ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING IS SO GOOD 2. I'm only on episode 2 so no spoilers if you’ve seen it! 3. Speaking of TV, has anyone seen Don’t Look Up? It’s on Netflix I LOVE IT 4. I think it’s an allegory for climate change. 5. Also, there’s Leonardo DiCaprio, Jennifer Lawrence, Timothee Chalamet, and Meryl Streep! 6. I FUCKING LOVE FINGERLING POTATOES 7. I wrote a poem. Who wants to hear it? 7.5. (that wasn’t a movie reference that time) 8. I’m still watching Only Murders in the Building. 9. Since apparently I’m only talking about movies and shows, Dickinson is really good. 10. I just finished it. It’s on Apple TV. 11. It’s kind of a satire/reimagining of Emily Dickinson’s life. And bonus, it’s also a comedy! 12. OVER THE GARDEN WALL. 13. If you know me, you have probably heard me talk about it at one point or another. 14. It’s a cartoon miniseries about two brothers who get lost in a mysterious forest. 15. There’s lots of hints to 19th century American folklore and early animations. 16. Plus, it’s creepy and set in fall. It’s on Hulu and Cartoon Network. 17. I LOVE Escape to the Country. 18. It’s a British real estate show about people who live in the city that want to move to the country and the host finds them three little cottages or something to choose from. 19. It just makes me so happy! 20. Speaking of British reality shows, Escape to the Chateau is nice too. 21. It’s about a qUiRkY British couple who move to France and renovate an old castle. 22. I’m bored of recs now. 23. Why do people make a big deal out of New Year’s Eve? 24. Unless you’re going out partying, it’s pretty boring. 25. Besides, it means winter break’s over. 26. I don’t want to go back to school. My social life is really stressful. 27. I just saw a really funny Instacart ad. 28. I get why Raven posts so much! This was really fun! 29. Happy New Year! *woks away*
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Happy Chrimbus!
I am so sorry I haven't posted in so long. MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTION IS TO POST MORE. Anyway I have 2 stories today! The first one is Mari Lwyd. Before you come for me for not respecting tradition or getting a bunch of stuff wrong, DISCLAIMER. I'm not welsh, and I did some research, but I could find many reliable sources. It was just a fun thing I did for fun. Anyway, this sotry is based on a Chrimbley Tradition in Wales where someone dresses up in a horse skull and goes caroling with a group.Without further ado, During dinner, three sharp knocks alerted the family Jones that someone was at the door. “I’ll get it!” cried seven-year-old Alys, the youngest. Before her mother could protest, she leaped from her seat and scurried into the front entryway. Standing on the tips of her toes, she reached for the doorknob and opened it into the night, revealing a rather frightening group of wanderers. Alys’ eyes widened in shock, and she began to scream. Hearing the sound, her mother, Beca, rushed to her side. Peering into the night, she caught sight of a dapperly dressed man with a top hat, a girl in a blue dress and cloak, and the strangest of all, a giant figure wrapped in a white shroud. Instead of a human head, it bore a horse’s skull, with shining, huge glass beads in the eye sockets, intricate swirls painted near its mouth, and colorful, fluttering ribbons tied in every possible place. Its mouth opened, and out came a ghostly wail. The top-hatted man spoke up. “We did not mean to frighten you,” he said gently to Alys, who was clutching at the folds of her mother’s skirt. Now, he addressed himself to Beca. “We simply are looking for a place to spend the night and wait out the storm.” Beca hadn’t noticed any storm in the chaos of these ethereal-seeming strangers, but sure enough, when she craned her neck to look past them, she caught sight of snow falling down fast. Suddenly, the wanderers began to sing. Here we come Dear friends To ask permissions to sing If we don't have permission, Let us know in song How we should go away tonight I have no dinner Or money to spend To give you welcome tonight Despite her misgivings, the kind woman did not wish to seem inhospitable, so after a moment’s hesitation, she responded, “Of course. Come in.” She stood back to let the travelers pass. When they had entered, the man and the horse-thing swept past her and her daughter, but the girl lingered. She expressed her thanks at being invited in, then introduced herself. “I’m Anwen, and my companions are Hugh and the Mari Lwyd.” At this, Beca straightened. She had heard tales as a child of the creature that came to sing and seek shelter in people’s homes during the Christmas season. It had always fascinated her. “I’m Beca, and this is Alys,” she said, gesturing to the little girl whose face was still buried in her skirt. “Wonderful to meet you,” cried Anwen cheerfully. She sauntered down the hallway and into the living room. There, Beca’s family sat huddled on the couch staring at Mari Lwyd, who lurked in a corner, singing softly. Hugh sat stiffly in an armchair. “Can I offer drinks?” asked Beca. “Oh yes,” said Anwen. “If it’s not too much trouble.” “Of course not. We’ve got whisky, peppermint tea, cider-” “I’ll have a whisky,” declared Hugh tersely. Anwen added, “Peppermint tea for me!” Beca hurried to comply. While in the kitchen, she heard crashing noises from the living room. Seemingly, Anwen and Hugh were trying to restrain Mari Lwyd as she attempted to knock over anything she could. Mari Lwyd brayed loudly. Alys and the rest of the kids were hiding near the top of the stairs, and Beca’s husband, Griffin, was shouting over the din, trying to calm everyone down. “What’s going on here?” asked Beca. Anwen, panting, responded, “I’m so terribly sorry. I think she’s restless.” “How do we calm her down?” “I don’t-” Anwen’s answer was cut off by another loud cry from the beast. “Which,” she demanded in a haunting voice, “will challenge me to a battle of rhymes?” “What?” said Griffin. “Ah yes, you!” said Mari Lwyd, and ceased her thrashing. “Beat me in a battle of rhymes and I will leave you in peace. If not, you must give me food, drink and shelter for the night! I’ll start. Once there was a merry girl, In her dresses she loved to twirl Until one day she passed away And now there’s nothing else to say.” Catching on, Griffin responded with, “One Christmas eve, the sky turned very gray. Santa Claus, without delay, took his umbrella. And flew across the sky, with no time to say goodbye.” “You gave a good try, But you’re out of time I’ll let you by, but only if, you find a rhyme for orange.” Griffin thought hard for a moment, then declared triumphantly, “One Christmas day, I got an orange, But I quickly dropped it When I tripped on a torn hinge.” Mari Lwyd burst into laughter. She extended a mottled hand from underneath her shroud, saying, “good job, Griffin. We’ll see you next year.” Then she gilded out the door, swiftly followed by her companions. After a few seconds, they disappeared into the stormy night. THE END Okay, now that that's done, A MORBID ONE!!!! It doesn't have a name, so... Day 1 of Christmas family reunion. My family found the letter on the porch tonight. It said: Choose which one of you would like to die tonight and I will leave you in peace. If not, I will choose for you. They passed it off as a prank. That night, Aunt Jean died in her bed. They don’t know how. Day 2. My family is putting up loads of security cameras outside to catch the culprit. I hope they work. Day 3. Uncle Charles died. Nothing was on the security cameras. Day 4. Uncle James died. Now my family is really freaking out. They’re asking Grandma’s advice. She’s senile. She was the one who got us into the cult. Uncle James got us out of it. Maybe since he’s dead they’re all going back to their old ways. Day 5. They never should have asked Grandma for advice. She got us all up at the crack of dawn and made us do some crazy ritual with sticks and a bonfire and furniture from the house. Someone else died last night. Day 6. Mom died. Can’t say I’m really sad about it. Anyway, Grandma’s making us do more rituals. Day 7. It’s been a week. Dad died. I guess it had to happen at some point. Grandma retreated back into her room. Don’t know what she’s doing in there. Day 8. Some cousin died. Grandma’s still in her room, so I have to help make food for everyone now. The cousin’s twin said she woke up in the middle of the night and saw a figure leaning over her sister’s bed. Guess that blew his cover. Day 9. Aunt Evie told Grandma about the figure, so more rituals for us! The other twin also died. Day 10. Aunt Evie died. Luckily, the rituals are fake. They’re not doing anything. Day 11. For some reason, Uncle Rob insisted on putting up the Christmas tree. His wife died, and his baby just did too, but he’s still talking about “baby’s first Christmas”. I think he’s in shock. Day 12. Finally, a break from the chatter. Uncle Rob died. I don’t even know where the bodies are going at this point. Day 13. Stacy died. Grandma’s losing it. It’s a madhouse here. The toddlers are running all over the place, anyone over the age of 7 is doing some weird stuff in Grandma’s bedroom. She made me burn a lock of my hair over a fire made of holly. Day 14. What is going on? Nothing’s going right. Daniella died. Grandma’s locked in her room again. The kids are freaking out. Day 15. Rosa died. Now I’m the oldest- besides Grandma, who’s STILL locked in her room. This is so annoying. Hopefully it’ll be over soon. Day 16. Grandma came out of her room. Alice died and she was her favorite, so that’s probably why. She kept saying “it’s my fault” then she shut herself in again. Day 20. I’m not even bothering to write in this anymore. I have to mom a bunch of kids because Grandma is STILL in her room. Day 21. Grandma died! But it wasn’t like the other deaths. It looked like she killed herself. Weirdly, no one else died. Day 22. Jamie died. I guess the curse didn’t break after all. Now it’s just me, a kid, and a baby. Day 23. The emergency cyanide ran out. The baby’s throat was slit. Day 24. Finally there’s just me and the kid. I had to leave to get food, but when I came back, the kid electrocuted himself. Day 25. Merry Christmas to me! I can’t believe I finally got them all, after all that, and just in time for my favorite holiday. What an ordeal! Thank God I’m rid of them. I’m still a bit in shock at being free haha. Now, I’m going to burn this journal and the house so no one EVER finds out what happened. xoxo, Izzy Ok that's it! Hope everyone has a good Crisis if you celebrate! Merry Crismun! *woks away* |
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