Song Challenge (Music That Means Something)Day 3,Songs about Bullying.

Thank  you  to  my way   blog  sister  Ritu  of  But  I  Smile Anyway for  nominating  me   for  this  challenge. She  knows  I  love a  challenge   and  I  love  music.

The rules are:
Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
Post what the lyrics mean to you.  (Optional)
Post the name of the song and video.
Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge.

Today I nominate : Lynz of Lynz real cooking  and pensivity 101

Today is Day three and I have chosen Jessie J . I was bullied at school so this song really resonated with me .

Here is a poem I wrote   about how being bullied at school made me feel.

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Rounded shoulders head hung down why do they all make fun of me I am not a clown. Sitting in the row spiteful girls stick their pens in my legs teacher at the front she must never know, she wouldn’t help she treats me like the  dregs.

Following me nearly home calling me mean names , in the playground I always stand alone they don’t pick me for their games. Opening my desk finding it’s been trashed , my text book been drawn in and my favourite doll has been  smashed.

Mum tried her hardest but being the youngest of six my things did not get replaced they just got fixed. My plimsolls were the wrong colour they were black instead of white , I was hauled up on the stage, lectured in front of the school then had to stay on late that night. I just could not make it I could not win with staff and girls against me all I could do was just give in.

I met my boyfriend, and his friends did not like me because I spoke differently, I was from the posh school  they though I was rich and had it made so little did they know. When we  were out or at a party they were pleasant to my face but if my guy was not there, behind my back the things they said were just a disgrace. They joined the line of teachers and my piers it makes me wonder now how I stood it for all those years.

I am not saying I no friends, no that would not be true. I did have friends and they were good   but they were the very few. I always felt so ugly, too fat and too short and if anyone was nice to me I could not believe it what do they want was my first thought.

Things got better when I started work I seemed to come out of my shell like a little butterfly I changed and put aside my days of living hell. They tell you don’t  they, school days are the best days of your life , thank God I never listened or I would of ended mine with a knife.

Thank God I grew away from all the pain  but sometimes I see a face  hear a voice or a name and it all floods back again. I am older now and have all that I could ask for, family and friends but sometimes my calm deserts me and confidence takes flight,  fear and dark descends and I feel lost in the night. I ask the question now why children’s jibes and actions  can be so mean and cruel. The worse days of my life were my years at school. I cry each time I read or hear on the news how children can hurt each ,it is nothing less than abuse.

And now a song from Immie

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Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt, Stones.

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of Daily Echo #writephoto prompt.

This week the title for my on going story is Stones and here is the photo prompt.

The Vampire landed high up on the cliffs and walked through some old ruins.  She looked out to sea and felt the ‘old ones’ close. 

She had seen the woman and the wolf on the beach they had peeked her interest.  Slowly she walked through the old stone arch and made her way down the hill towards the cottage.

She had let the night pass hoping to let the witch and the warewolf think they were safe. It had not taken her long to work out that the wolf was a warewolf the stench had given it away.

As reached the cottage she was shocked as the door flew open and the witch stood boldly in the doorway hands on hips her huge belly exposed. The vampire, Fay, was rocked to the stomach feeling almost orgasmic at the sight of her.

The witch stepped forward and spoke her name. “I know who you are Fay, you will not feed here” ” Who is going to stop me ?” Asked a shocked Fay. 

“Me” answered Rachel, bounding out of the door past Lisa. “You” spat the vampire, “the stinking warewolf bitch that keeps sniffing round my brother.”

“Fay, I don’t want to fight you but I will” Rachel spoke telepathically to Fay. “If you attack the witch or I , I will rip your head off. ”  Fay laughed, even so she took a step back, she fully realised how earnest Rachel was. 

Turning on her heels Fay headed back to the castle ruins, craving the safety she felt they offered her. Instinctively she felt there was more to this situation than she had first thought. 

As she reached the black charred walls of the ruins she felt the hot breath and smelled the, strong scent of warewolf behind her. Turning fangs out and eyes at their hypnotic worse ready to pounce, she looked at Rachel properly for the first time since she arrived.

Her mouth began to salavate, “Oh!” She said “the bitch is pregnant.” Again a wave of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her veins. She seized Rachel by the scruff of the neck and beared her fangs.

Fay was quick but Rachel was quicker, intact she even surprised herself. Finding herself with paws around Fay’s neck mouth ready to rip out her throat, she felt her child move in her womb. Letting go of Fay she snarled. 

Fay smiling now said “you will regret that, why did you let me go.” Rachel looked her straight in the eye and told her silently, ” because of your brother. This bitch is carrying his child your nephew or niece.” 

The smile vanished from Fay’s face. She slid down the black and stained  ruin walls and screamed. “In the name of the old ones what sacralidge is this.” Rachel transformed into a human shape and looked at Fay who was stunned but still wanting to feed. 

“We need to talk are you more comfortable with me in this shape?” Rachel asked. Fay nodded and handed Rachel her cloak.

From the kitchen window Lisa watched she could hear everything Rachel and Fay were saying. Lisa sighed and set about preparing a meal for three.

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Song Challenge (Music That Means Something)Day 2. Still.

Thank  you  to  my way   blog  sister  Ritu  of  But  I  Smile Anyway for  nominating  me   for  this  challenge. She  knows  I  love a  challenge   and  I  love  music.

The rules are:
Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
Post what the lyrics mean to you.  (Optional)
Post the name of the song and video.
Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge.

Who  shall I  nominate, I would like to Nominate Sue Vincent of Daily Echo because I would love to know her taste in music.

And Lorraine at Lorraine’s Freudian slip.

Day two. I choose to share the song Still from the film Dogma, written and sung by Alanis Morissette.

The film is about a narrowly avoided Apocalypse. Alanis plays the part of God and Alan Rickman played the Angel Gabriel. I shall tell you no more but I can highly recommend the film. 

The words are on the video and once you have heard and read them you will see, I hope , why I think this song is of worth and means a lot to me. Especially with todays news in the middle East in fact all over the world everyday.

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