You’re Really Pushing It Here Anita

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Holidailies Prompt

The holidays usually involves gatherings with friends and/or family. Are there any favorite games you always play at these gatherings

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Of course my family played games at Christmas- I think one year we played dominos.

I don’t know who thought it would be more fun to set them up in patterns  and knock them over, but I’m pretty sure nobody knew how to play them anyway.

If they did, they weren’t sharing that info.

We also played checkers

 We’d cheat like crazy and it was fun. In fact if you didn’t cheat and make it amusing nobody wanted to play you. I mean, come on it was checkers- not high stakes Poker.

But by far we loved a game I actually got for my birthday when I was six.

I’m not sure whose idea it was to get it for me, but I think I asked for one and said it…

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The Grave Tale of Noire Marie

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Holidailies Prompt:

“A Season of Giving.”

One Christmas  when I was a little girl, I asked my Grandfather why we always told Ghost stories after Christmas dinner. I asked whose idea it was to light the fire, turn down the lights and talk about cemeteries and bodies buried in basements and bones in hatboxes on dusty shelves in attics.

I said it was weird how we told those stories every year at Christmas.

We were sitting in the living room, the fire was roaring, the treats were placed on tables around the dark living room and the tree lights weren’t on yet.

The rest of the family were in the dining room finishing desert.

We took our seats under a painting of my Great-Great Grandmother.

He looked at me. ” I see your point. “

I wasn’t sure what my point was at that moment but before I could consider it…

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It’s A Haunting Thought

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I Can’t Stay Mad at You

Do you hold grudges or do you believe in forgive and forget?

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Anyone can forgive, some people can forget. I’m no exception to that.

Hold a Grudge though?

You bet- until the day I die.

Maybe even beyond that day.

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I have this theory- when we wrong somebody we create a monster. It lives in the head and heart of  the person you hurt until there is no head or heart for it to live inside.

When that place is gone,  it goes looking for a new home, something dark and fetid and familiar. It goes back to  it’s creator because there’s no place like home, is there?

It doesn’t matter what God you fall on your knees and pray to, it doesn’t matter if your conive or con forgiveness for the pain you caused.

It’s going to come home to…

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Wish I May Wish I Might….

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Nothin’ But A Good Time
Imagine that tomorrow, all of your duties and obligations evaporate for the day. You get the day all to yourself, to do anything you please. What types of fun activities would make your day?

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I love it when people tell me about their nightmares.

I love having them myself and when I have boring dreams where my brain is sorting out the junk that’s been piling up in there I wake up and think, ” that was boring, what a waste of REM sleep. “

So if I had a day to do exactly what I wanted, I would spend my day crawling into people’s skulls and give them the best nightmares EVER.

I would hold nothing back, I’d fill peoples dreams with murderous Aliens from Venus, diseases where your body parts drop off and you spend your dream trying to glue them back…

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Grandma Tilly’s Wishing Well

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Three Coins in the Fountain
Have you ever tossed a coin or two into a fountain and made a wish? Did it come true?

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I never throw coins into a fountains and make wishes because of what happened at the Old Well on my Grandma Tilly’s  property 50 years ago.

She had this well way back on her property- just passed the family cemetery and from there almost a half mile from the tree where people liked to hang themselves

Grandma Tilly figured about a dozen people hung themselves from that tree. Grandpa Wolfie was all for cutting it down but she was convinced those souls were caught in the branches and if she cut it down they’d walk around her property and make it creepier than it was already.

” I don’t think  that possible Tilly.” Grandpa Wolfie said once as they stood under the tree and looked up into it’s…

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