jackie yamada
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The Lake
It happened ten years ago. But I will always remember the night that I died. It's funny now, that I am actually involved in the business of living. And ironically I am currently living the life of my dreams, and more. But each time I view myself in the mirror, I can still note the changes that only I am able to see. I still feel the differences in my body, present from the night of my death. My body responds to the commands of my brain a little faster than they used to. I wonder if that's what the expression means of "faking it to make it". The only person I have never been able to fool is my mother. After the night it happened I would often catch looks of her denoting that something was not quite right with me.
By jackie yamada4 years ago in Horror
My Name is Vinnie
I came into the world most likely as any typical stray cat. And to make my beginnings a little more non auspicious, I was born under a house in a mobile home park. But my very first glimpse of a human, was beautiful. The lady whose house I presumed my siblings and I were born under, was beautiful. She had the prettiest blonde hair, and blue eyes with wisdom I had ever seen. And being a newborn, I hadn't seen much. She brought us and our mother into her house, and make us a nice soft bed to sleep. It was here I spent the first few weeks of my life.
By jackie yamada5 years ago in Petlife
New Friend?
It was the summer of 1969. My family had moved into a townhouse in Anne Arundel County in Maryland. It was in a new housing development. The other houses in the tract looked pretty much the same. They most likely resembled a colonial home, as per the imagination of the developer if attempting to imitate earlier times. There were woods in back, that had not been touched as yet. But I figured their time would eventually come, in order to make room for more housing developments.
By jackie yamada5 years ago in Horror
Trevor's Black Book
On busy mornings, most are about their business, and not overly observant of the doings of others. This morning was no different. The small group of children who were dressed dropped off for school were not headed that direction, if one were to look more closely. The two older girls and their younger brother were on a mission of their own today. The dark haired of the twin girls held the hand of their younger brother, while her blonde sister looked about them nervously. What would she tell the crossing guard if she saw them. Mrs. Jenkins was kindly enough. But she would definitely challenge them were she to see they were not headed toward the school. “ Maybe we should have done this by ourselves, instead of bringing Carmine”, voiced her sister. “No. We should stick together. How do we know the police will believe us when we show them what we have. I don’t even know if Uncle Steven would if we were to show him.” And in their lives recently, he had been the kindest of all to them. With a swing of her ponytail, she looked around as she spoke. So intent upon their peripheral surroundings, she didn’t see the van that pulled up in front of them. By this time, they were alone on the corner. Caught by surprise and not sure what to do, they froze. Out stepped a large man who looked to be about the size of two of their uncle. “Hello kids. Seems as though you have something that belongs to my boss. He grabbed the boy first, then the sister holding his hand. Her twin unzipping her backpack and rummaging in it as fast as she could, found the desired object. She reached in, and flung it behind her in the grass. Shortly afterward, she joined her siblings in the van. Before anyone would have known it was there, it was gone.
By jackie yamada5 years ago in Families
