The life and times of Adele

2006-04-20T16:29:00.000+10:00

I relise that i haven't been writing on this blog for a while, but i am still getting comments. I now have a my space the address is www.myspace.com/adelelikessleep
I have recently being to see Jamie Cullum in concert. He rocked. I threw really big unddies on stage, and he held them up and started laughing. They got pasted around to the band members during the rest of the show, and when the drumer (Seb) had his solo, Jamie throw them at him. After the show we met him and got stuff signed and I said did you like my unddies and he laughed and said "Yes, I just need 2 tent poles and I can live in them", and we got photos. Mark Sholtez was the surrport act and he was really good and I'm going to go see him at a jazz club in Melbourne soon. YAY!!!!!!!!!! JAMIE CULLUM KISSED ME, YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-10-29T12:10:00.000+10:00

7:30pm 28 October 2005

Most Friday nights I go to a Youth group run by the local church. I started going to these youth group last year when one of my friends invited me to go with her one night. After that I start inviting all my other friends and it has become the thing we all do on Fridays.

Last night’s activity involved ice-cream, water, washing detergent, a hill and a long sheet of plastic. Can you guess??? A water slide, like a slip’n’slide, which also used ice-cream. We had a boggy board to go down, but you didn’t go that fast on that, so Enoch had a great idea of getting a run up and jumping onto your bum and going down that way. That was fun, but I wore jeans on the slide and kind of brought half of the thing down the hill with me. So Enoch said that the jeans might rip the slide, so he gave me his shorts (yuck) and they one’s he was just wearing.

The slide was about 12 metres long and half way down the slide there was a big tree. Every time someone when down I was just hoping that they were going to run into it.
Some people like Scott W hid behind the tree and through buckets of water at people as they when down the slide. Other had a good time throwing buckets of water over people’s heads. Every time you when down the slide you had to fill up a bucket of water and bring to the top of the slide so it didn’t dry out.

Sliding on your bum was fine until you got to the end of the plastic and were on the grass. I have rashes on my arms and legs, and scratches on my arms. We started off with just water and detergent, but later we used ice-cream on it. It smelt really funky. My T and Enoch shorts reek, and some people smelt worst than others. And it didn’t help that everyone throwing ice-cream at everyone else. I’ll get you Jacob and Ryan (Kaitlin’s little bro).

April and some of my other friends were getting cold so we went inside and changed. I didn’t bring a change of clothes so I wore Aprils spare T-shirt and because my jeans were wet it would have taken hours for them to dry, so I just kept the shorts on because it took about 30min for them to dry. (I will return your shorts washed ok Enoch and I will return your T washed ok April) To keep ourselves warm we kicked around a soccer ball. Scott H (April’s bro) went down the slide topless and he was pink. Oh and I will give your phone back Scott H cause you left it behind. I want my towel back to Will.

Over all the night was really fun, but I wouldn’t used ice-cream again, smells too much. Next lets try jelly!!!

2005-10-17T21:11:00.000+10:00

I've updated my entry on Michael Buble so just scroll down to view it. Aslo you can view my archives, got some stuff i'm proud of in there.

< DAM!!! I'm sexy

2005-10-13T17:27:00.000+10:00

Electrical Shock

The weirdest thing happened the other week, right. For my Birthday I got a MP3 player an iRiver T10 which has FM truer, voice recorder and can record off the radio, I got this present early, my birthday is on the 27th of November and I’m turning 16. Go me. Any way I’m listening to my iRiver with my friend Kaitlin (one earphone in my ear and the other in her’s) while we were walking to the bus after school. Suddenly I feel an electrical shock in my and I jump and look like a person who has just lost the plot. I’m a little freaked and I tell Kaitlin what happened and she just think I’m a little crazy, so we continue to listen to Michael Bublé (sexy beast). I get another shock in the ear, but Kaitlin doesn’t so we trade earphones, doesn’t make a difference I’m the only one getting shocked. By this stage I’ve just said I’m not going to listen to the iRiver anymore so I give my earphone to my other friend Rebecca. As we approach the buses Rebecca gets a shock and freaks out and runs away. I then took the iRiver back and April and I listened to it on the bus ride home, and neither of us got any shock. So I came to the conclusion that Kaitlin some how made static electricity shock us in the ear through the iRiver. About a week or so later walking down to the bus listening to music with Kaitlin, she gets the shock and it was just so funny and still my friends and I don’t know what cause it, if you have idea I’m happy to hear them. I also would like to know how to attach links to my blog.

2005-09-21T20:16:00.000+10:00

I am so sick of people commenting on my blog who are trying to advertise something like a website.

They suck you in by saying something like, oh i love your blog i'm going to bookmark it or something simular and then saying oh i have a small blog/website and i would like to see what you think or you should come visit it.

It is so annoying so STOP doing it.

2005-09-20T19:20:00.000+10:00

Ok hi to all those readers out there (currently at 3, an oldwomen with no life and 2 RMIT students)

Try this new website I found (with a little help from RMIT student) the name of the site is www.futureme.org

The Low Down:
You send a email to yourself in the furture. You write up an email and select a date at which you want to get the email. You can join the website or not. You can also make your email privite or public, public meaning that other people can see the email on the website.

I sent an email to my furture self, on my 21st Birthday, saying stuff like:
* you rock
* you better still like Michael Buble
*Happy Birthday

2005-09-16T17:03:00.000+10:00

Top 20 Ways to Tell A Guy Their Fly is Open

20. Ensign Hanes is reporting a hull breach on the lower deck, Sir!
19. Dr. Kimble has escaped
18. I can see the gun of Navarone.
17. I’m talking about Shaft, can you dig it?
16. Someone tore down the wall, and your Pink Floyd is hanging out
15. The Holden is not all the way in the garage.
14. You’ve got your Fly set for “Monica” instead of “Hilary”.
13. Your pod bay door is open, Hal
12.Sailor Ned’s trying to take a little shore leave
11. You’ve got Windows on your laptop
10.Your soldier ain’t so unknown now
9. The cucumber has left the salad
8. Mini Me is making a break for the escape pod.
7. Elvis Junior has LEFT the building!
6. Quasimodo needs to go back in the tower and tend to his bells
5. You need to bring your tray table to the upright and locked position.
4. You’ve got a security breach at Los Pantalones
3. Our next guest is someone who needs no introduction……
2. Paging Mr Johnson…. Paging Mr Johnson….
1. I thought you were crazy, now I can clearly see your nuts.

2005-09-16T16:42:00.000+10:00

Telephone conversation goes;

"Hello, is this the police? >>

"Yes it is. How can we help you?"

"I'm calling to report about my neighbour, Stan's hiding cocaine inside his firewood!"

"Thank you very much for the call .”

The next day, police officers descend on Stan's in great numbers. They search the house and then go out to the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of firewood but they find no cocaine. They swear at Stan and leave. The phone rings at Stan's house.

"Hey, Stan. Did the cops come?"

"Yeah!"

"Did they chop up your firewood?"

"Yep."

"Happy Birthday", maaaaate!!!!

2005-09-16T16:41:00.000+10:00

Things To Do In An Elevator!!!
1) When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.
2) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more. 3) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.
4) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your on.
5) Hold the doors open and say your saiting for a friend. After a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"
6) Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!"
7) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.
8) Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they have an apointment.
9) Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.
10) Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.
11) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.
12) Ask, "Did you feel that?"
13) Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.
14) When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay, don't panic, they open again!"
15) Swat at flies that don't exist.
16) Tell people that you can see their aura.
17) Call out, "Group Hug!" and then enforce it.
18) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, "Shut up, all of you, just shut up!"
19) Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?"
20) Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.
21) Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, "Your one of THEM!" and back away slowly.
22) Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers.
23) Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.
24) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
25) Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce, "I have new socks on".
26) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passnegers, "This is MY personal space!"

2005-09-15T20:27:00.000+10:00

Hey everyone I'm very thankful for all the comments I've gotten, good and bad and the advertising ones. Because i've just started to really get into my blog, i would be happy for people to give suggestions on what sort of things they would like to see on it.
I know some people use it as a dairy but i don't know about that.
Or i could use it as a collection of thoughts and random thing.
VOTE:
Dariy
or
Random
Or both i guess

2005-09-14T14:48:00.000+10:00

I love Michael Buble's music and him.(sexy beast)
I'm going to his Adeladie concert on 24 of September and I'll really exicited.

Ok been to the concert. BEST THING EVER!!!!!!!!!!
He rocks, he is such a great performer.

heres an essay i wrote on him. go me

Michael Bublé
Adele Lucas

Acclaimed vocalist Michael Bublé has stunned the world, with his unique rendition of classic songs like “Moondance” and “Feeling Good”. He has won fans the world over in Canada, America, Australia, Singapore, UK, Italy, South Africa, Japan, Germany and a host of other nations. While travelling the world, an amazing eight times in the last two years, Michael refects and says “What I realized is that most people don’t really care what category music fits in. They’re looking for good songs, sung from the heart. It’s about melodies and lyrics and it just doesn’t matter how traditional or contemporary they are. Those values are timeless.” A combination of hard work and talent has yielded spectacular results for Michael Bublé.

Michael Bublé was born in Vancouver, on the 9th of September 1975. His ears were first opened to the music style of Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra and Keely Smith, when his grandfather played him the Mills Brothers. Bublé instantly feel in love with the music and knew he wanted to be a singer. As a favour to his grandfather, Bublé leant a few songs and entered a singing competition, in which he won first price, but was later disulfide because he was too young. Bublé recalls “That was when my granddad, who was a skilled plumber, started offering to do free work for musicians in town in exchange for letting me preform a few numbers with them on stage.”

With the experience his grandfather had provided, Michael won the Canadian Youth Talent Search, recorded and released a series of independent albums. Later he preformed at the former Canadian Prime Mister’s daughters wedding. There he was introduced to multi Grammy Award winner, David Foster, who soon signed Bublé to his own record label, 143 Records though Reprise. Michael Bublé’s self-titled debut album was released in February, 2003 with a performance on NBC’s Today Show. His debut album went to number one in Australia and also went six times platinum in Australia. In April 2004, Michael toured Australia and New Zealand for a three week run of sold out concerts. He also sold out all performances in Ireland, Scotland, Italy, England and Spain. In December 2004, Bublé appeared on the Royal Variety Performance in London hosted by Prince Charles and he lit the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Square in New York. As the year came to a close, Michael Bublé sold 3 million copies of his debut album world wide.

In February 2005, Michael Bublé release’s his long awaited second album “It’s Time”. This album contained his penned original “Home”, which he wrote while in the shower in Rome. Bublé recorded this record with the help of David Foster and Humberto Gatica “We were fanatical about getting just the right balance of songs to put on the record. There may be better pop singers and jazz singers out there, but nobody has as much passion for this music as I do and I think you can hear that on the record.” asserts Bublé. With an extraordinary musical gift and dazzling personality, Michael Bublé sold out all his Australian concerts for a second time running, and It’s Time went all the way to number two in the aria charts and went four times platinum.

Whether it is on a CD or in concert, Michael Bublé deliveries a captivating performance and has astounded music lovers across the world. “I’ve seen how music can transcend border and boundaries, cultures and creeds. It’s been an education but, more importantly, it’s been an inspiration.” said Bublé. He has a passion for great melodies and timeless lyrics, which his fans share. He wishes to continue the legacy of great music and with fifty years of great music to tap into, he is just at the beginning of a very long career.

2005-09-13T09:47:00.000+10:00

Stuff on Egypt, I really love Egypt.

Ancient Egypt, the land of the pharaohs, is probably most famous for it’s pyramids, sphinxes and for its Mummies. The pyramids are the tombs for the pharaohs and are a popular tourist destination. The giant sphinx in the city of Giza is also highly visited. Mummies are one of the ancient Egypt’s most well known religious practices. All of Egypt is interesting but I will only be focusing on the main topics.

Egypt is located in Africa on it’s north-eastern tip. Egypt is mostly consists of desert and has one major water source The River Nile, which floods annually. The ancient Egyptians built their spectacular empire around this rich source of water. The temples of the Egyptians are littered all the way down the Nile, from the ancient city of Alexandria to the temple of Abu Simbel, where four great sculptures are carved into the cliff face. The only other place where the Egyptians built temples was near oasis, in the desert.

The Sphinx is a lion’s body with the head of a human. Sphinxies would often have the head of a pharaoh; the lion was a symbol of supreme power and by associating himself with the lion would bring the pharaoh a good after life. The biggest Sphinx is the Great Sphinx which is in Giza near the pyramids. It measures 73 metres long, 14 metres wide and 20 metres high. It was carved around some 4000 years ago and is made from a knoll of limestone. The great sphinx was buried in sand for a good half of its life, this has prevented wind erosion, but now uncovered the UNESCO has carried out restorations which finished in 1998. The sphinx is also found is Greek mythology, as a creature giving riddles to travelers. Another type of sphinx is a Criosphinx which has a ram’s head and a lion’s body; they were believed to keep away the evil forces.

As well as the great sphinx, the pyramid of Khufu is also found at Giza. Khufu’s pyramid is the largest, standing at 480 metres tall and oldest of the three large pyramids. The other two are the pyramid of Khafra, who is Khufu’s son, and the pyramid of Menkaura, who was the son of Khafra. Khufu’s pyramid took 20 odd years to construct and around 2,300,000 limestone blocks were used each weighting 2.5 tonnes. At the top of this pyramid are the remains of some polished white limestone. It would have been a beautiful site to see, all of the three pyramids glowing in the sunlight. The pyramid of Khafra sometimes looks bigger than it actually is because it’s sides are steeper than the others. On it’s north and west sides you can see where the ground has been cut away to level the surface. This pyramid and the great sphinx are partly connected by the granite valley temple, which is the temple that runs from the bottom of the pyramid and beside the sphinx. Menkaura’s pyramid is the smallest of the three and at it’s base, to the south, are three small queens’ pyramids. The pyramids were used as tombs which all held mummies of pharaohs.

Mummies are the preserved remains of people or animals. The first mummies came from the desert, and the person would be buried in the sand and the sun would evaporate all the water, preserving the persons remains, this is known as natural mummification. When they made the switch to using wooden coffins it actually made the body decay faster and the Egyptian saw this and developed a good knowledge of the mummification process, used stone coffins. This allowed some of their mummies to last 4000 to 5000 years. When a pharaoh died his body would be taken to an embalming house where Priests would start to prepare the body. Egyptians believe that the brain had no value and was removed through the nose by placing a hook up the nose and breaking the skull and pulling the brain out, it was then discarded. Then the priests would cut a slit in the side of the body and remove everything but the heart. The lungs, intestines, liver and stomach were all placed in canopic jars. The canopic jars were placed in the tomb along with the body. The body was then sewed up and left in the sun for 70 days. After this time the body was dried flesh and bone, it was then cleaned and rubbed with aromatic oils and the priests would chant while bandaging the body. The pharaoh’s body would then be buried in his tomb.

Many tombs of pharaoh and queen have been discovered all over Egypt. This has greatly helped scientists to discover how these people lived. We are always learning new things about how the ancient Egyptians lived and what there beliefs were. This is why I love this topic. Thank you.

2005-08-20T15:17:00.000+10:00

this is a peom my friend wrote about our friendship group. enjoy
Poem for my Friends
Bubbly, strange yet thoughtful is my friend Adele
Introducing Kaitlin who is kind and smart aswell
My dear friend Rebecca, considerate and very tall
Then there is April who is dearly loved by all
Sehaj is known as Snej, Smej and Wedge
Courtney's quite crazy, right over the edge
Alyson is boy mad yet great for a laugh
Stacey is a darling, she gave me a purple scarf
Jennifer is from France we'll miss her when she leaves
A good friends she was and always will be
Lets not forget Allysha, a very kind-hearted friend
Ans then there's me, your Catherine. And this is the end.
- Catherine Kapoyanis

2005-08-03T14:57:00.000+10:00

Life and Death

This is a short story I wrote from an English project if you find any errors I'll be happy to hear from you and I'll be happy if you could send your feedback

Part 1: Life

Darkness. Jayne awoke to find herself, looking up toward the heavens, with someone inflating her lungs with warm air. She sat up violently, making her forehead collide with the upper jaw of the very person who had saved her life. Her mind was spinning and she collapsed back on to the cold snow and fell back into darkness.
Several hours before Jayne had been showing off for a man, who she thought was very handsome. She had been following him all day trying to get up the courage to go and speak to him, but she had only managed to walk by and flick her striking blonde hair behind her head. She had decided that she would follow him down a steep hill covered in thick, heavy, snow and try and beat him to the bottom. This however, ended up with her tumbling down the hill, pasting out, the handsome man having to resuscitate her, and taking her to the ski resort’s hospital.

Lucas and Jayne were barely even friends, but their love seemed to be destined. Jayne lived in London and so did Lucas. Within a year Lucas and Jayne, were married, despite the anger that Jayne’s family had expressed upon Jayne’s return to London. Jayne belonged to a wealthy family and they had suspected that Lucas had just been after the family’s money and estate. During that winter, Lucas and Jayne moved into their new home, which could have easily been mistaken for a medium sized hotel. Over the next week, Lucas found it incredibly difficult to spend the days in the house, because he had no job to go to. When Jayne went off to work in the mornings, he would be left to unpack all the knick-knacks and other things Jayne owned. All of his possessions would have, with out a doubt, fitted into just one of the rooms in the house.

Lucas spent the following week unpacking, when the weekend finally arrived, he went skiing with Lucas and her friends. Jayne and Lucas joked about their meeting when Jayne fell on her back-side after trying to copy a sliding stop from Lucas. When the weekend of snow and fun was drawing to a close, Jayne would soon be sitting back in her comfortable office chair surveying all the people under her. Lucas on the other hand didn’t fancy going back to London just yet. So he chose to stay behind for a couple of days, despise Jayne nagging about Lucas needing to find a job soon. Lucas was not swayed in his decision by Jayne’s tears of separation. He was staying.

After confiding with his wife, Lucas was released from her arms. Jayne said that she would be back at 2’oclock on Wednesday evening and that Lucas better be packed and ready to leave. The cabin where Lucas would be staying was an hour and thirty minutes from the bottom of Mt Gretchen, and from the bottom of the mountain it was then another three hours to London. Jayne was taking Wednesday off to come and pick Lucas up. Then they planned to spend that night at a romantic hotel in the town at the bottom of the mountain, which was named Hairsfern. Hairsfern was a small town which was buried in snow for half of the ski season. Hairsfern was named after the man who first climbed Mt. Gretchen, Lord Sherlock Hairsfern. He set up base camp at Hairsfern and named it after himself. The town was surrounded by history and that is what drew Lucas to stay there in the first place.

Once Jayne had left, Lucas felt like a great weight had been lifted off him. He picked up his belongings, which consisted of a backpack, which contained his food, his cross-country skis and a suitcase, which was filled with all his cloths and toiletries. He clumsily picked up his things and headed to the cabin’s sturdy front door. The cabin was old and made of pine logs. As he walked, the snow compacted under his heavy hiking boots. On his first night at the cabin, he dreamed of tree branches, stretching up into the sky, like dead fingers grasping at life. He spent the next day cross-country skiing on one of the many trials that led away from his cabin. His only thoughts dwelled on nothing but his strange dream and if it had any significant meaning.

As the arrive time of Jayne drew closer… 1:45pm… 1:46pm… Lucas thought of the pervious days experiences. While he had been watching the Tuesday morning news report, he had heard a suggestive noise outside, like someone trying to sneak their way around to the back of the cabin. Lucas stood up and traced the noise around the walls of the cabin, with his sharp hazel eyes. His ears listened for more snowy foot steps. He heard a foot step and his ears flinched at the sound, after having been listening so hard. They were moving toward the rear of the building, possibility to the back door. Lucas made a grab for a knife at the kitchen table and wheeled around, starring at the back door. He stood their for several tense minutes, just staring. Until, he finally musted up the courage to open the door. The door swang outwards and hit the side of the wooden exterior. An icy wind swirled through the door frame. No one, no foot prints, no more sound, nothing. He was sure some one or something had been there, but the facts didn’t add up. He was sure he had heard something. As 2’oclock ticked by, Lucas went back into the warm cabin. He sat by the heart-warming fire and took a book out of his suit case and read, read on into sleep.

He was awoken by a women’s scream. He sat bolt upright and looked in the direction of the scream. It had come from the cabin’s front door; a dark couple had opened the door and were standing in its arch, and a key dangling from the women’s finger. It turned out that they’d rented the cabin for Thursday and not expected any one to be there. Lucas had slept through the night and Jayne had never shown up to collect him. He explained this to the couple and they offered to give him a ride back to Hairsfern, so he could catch a taxi back home, or get enough mobile phone reception to call some one.

Lucas was dropped outside the taxi terminal in Hairsfern. He thanked the couple and walked into the reception area of the taxi terminal. He took out his phone and used the speed dial to call home. Wear could Jayne have gotten too he wondered. It was not like her to be so... so… Lucas didn’t know. It just occurred to him that maybe he had rushed into the marriage. There was no comforting voice on the other end of the phone, not Jayne’s at any rate. His own voice sounded in his ear playing the pre-recorded message saying that no one was home. Lucas hung up the phone and looked up at the clear white ceiling. The only thing to do now was to catch a taxi home.

Part 2: Death

Every heart beat became more of a struggle as the seconds pasted. Her blood pumped rapidly around her body, because it was the last function her body could preform to keep itself alive. The blood became thick as it pasted out of the deep slashes in her skin. Her veins slowly emptied and the blood tricked onto the snow covered ground, staining it a dark eerie red. The blood was melting the snow with the heat that it still possessed. Mind and soul were been called to the underworld where they would not rest peacefully until their killer was discovered and dealt with accordingly.

The delicate crisp snow flake fell from the grey sky and floated down to earth. It floated on the light breeze that drifted through the trees. The flake landed on the cheek of a beautiful woman with rosy red cheeks. But there was no life left in those cheeks, only the make-up still shone bright. More snow flakes fell silently onto the women and covered her with an icy blanket, as a taxi pulled into a drive way many miles away…

Lucas stepped out of the taxi and thanked and paid the driver, before making his way across the lawn, to the house. His feet sunk into the heavy snow cover, leaving deep indentations. He casually climbed the front stairs and walked between the two white columns that framed the door. Lucas retrieved his keys from his coat pocket and trusted them into the doorknob and turned. The door swung open on its hinges and Lucas entered the entrance room. Lucas yelled at the top of his voice, “Jayne, are you home? Jayne please answer me. Are you here?” There was no reply; the only sound was the roar of cars, which could be heard thundering along the distance road. Lucas looked to his right and spotted the stairs that led to the second floor, he consider that Jayne might be asleep in their bedroom.

He moved toward the bottom stair and placed one foot on it, a long creak rang out through the room. Lucas ignored the noise and continued to climb. He ran his hand along the cold rail and moved onto the second floor landing. A long hall lay before him, at the end was the master bedroom. Two other doors led off the hallway. Lucas creped past the first door, behind it was the study. He paused and looked at the door. The study contained the office where Lucas did all her work while at home. Lucas pressed on, walking straight past the red door of the bathroom. The rest of the length of hallway to the bedroom was lined with family photos. Lucas pushed on the bedroom door and strode into the dimly lit room.

Lucas walked over to the window and hastily drew back the curtains. Sunlight flooded the room, but it didn’t fall on a human figure, as Lucas had hoped. No one else was in the room. Suddenly a thought occurred to Lucas and it was as though all the oxygen had been sucked out of the air, because Lucas was now short of breath and it felt like no more oxygen was entering his lungs. He spun around and tripped over himself as he rushed from the room. He headed down the hallway and stopped at the bedroom door. For a though had came to his head, the bathroom door had never been red.

He stretched out his hand toward the surface of the door. His finger tips came into contact with blood. Lucas violently tore back his hand from the door and wiped it on his shirt. He nudged the door open with the tip of his shoe. Terrible thoughts raced through his head, he couldn’t control them. He was starting to panic and couldn’t focus. He peered round the side of the doorframe. The room was no long what humans could describe as a normal room, for evil had changed the room, it was only what can be described as a saluter house.

When the police arrived on the day Lucas had returned to his home in London, they found his dead body on the kitchen floor with a knife stabbed into the chest. It was ruled a suicide. Many police man and women didn’t dare enter the bathroom after seeing the faces of their work colleges who had entered before them. Jayne’s body was never found. Her parents bulldozed the house, one year after the couple’s deaths and never spoke of it again.

The site Lucas saw on that day would be forever burned into his memory and he knew it. He would have had nightmares about the scenes he had witnessed and those images would follow him till his dieing days. He would never rid himself of the feelings, the smells, the tastes and the sounds of that room. His mind could no longer continue to live whilst it could still remember that place. Rather then face it, he ran, he ran to the only place where he knew he could hide, death. The Authorises packed away the case file and left it in a dusty old warehouse, where it still sits waiting for a brave soul to solve its mysteries.

Written by Adele Lucas

2005-08-03T14:11:00.000+10:00

Haiku

Horse's hooves moving
Galloping at fast paces
don't stop till nightfall