Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Cheerleading Can Be Murder
Do you want to know what death smells like? What it really smells like?
Take a pound of raw meat—I recommend ground chuck. Stick it in a vacuum-sealed container. Place the container in the fridge and leave it there. A few months later, take it out.
Remove the lid.
Nothing can prepare you for the brick wall that smacks your face, filling every orifice of your body simultaneously.
That smell…not only will it blow you away, but smells like that, they stick with you.
Lifeless meat in a tight, confined space produces a smell sharp enough to burn the lashes off your eyelids.
So, for the rest of the day you’ll be moving along…and then some small thing reminds you— little Tommy’s Happy Meal or a dump truck rolling by on garbage day—and your nose twitches, remembers, and the hairs inside your nostrils stiffen. Your throat tickles in the back, bile rising, and your belly rolls uncomfortably. You try to push the thought aside, to forget that smell, but…you can’t.
Like I said, smells stick with you. Even months—maybe years—later, you’ll be walking along, minding your own business, when something—anything, really—reminds you of that smell.
I know what death smells like…
The house is empty, silent. The quiet consumes me, a welcoming blanket…a sign that it’s finally time.
The mini-fridge was my grandma’s idea. A teenager now, she thought I deserved my own little space for drinks and snacks.
I squatted down in front of it, listening to its hum. My heart pumped, excitement building.
Today was the day.
It’d been nearly six months now since I started my little “experiment.” I’d kept a journal, taking notes on my observations regarding the specimen. A disciplined endeavor.
I’d done a lot of monitoring, but today was the day to really observe, up close and personal.
I opened the fridge, enjoying the sticky “smooch” sound of the rubber seals on each side separating. A couple cans of soda sat on the top shelf. Generic cola, probably expired. On the bottom was my Tupperware container, its red cap securely fastened in place. Keeping all the smells inside…
Carefully, I slid the container off the shelf, carrying it to the center of my bedroom floor, tiptoeing like a gymnast on a balance beam. I plopped on my belly, burning my bare knees across the carpet. I pressed my face to the plastic, looking inside like it was a tiny window. I made a funny face, pressing my lips to the side and blowing, exposing my teeth.
Two eyes, wide and frozenly frightened, stared back at me through the plastic container. The eyeballs mushy now, there were tiny bits and pieces of egg-white eyeball chunks floating in the fluids surrounding its face. The once shiny black coat faded now to a murky brown color.
Excitedly, I lifted the lid. Taking in the smells of death. “Meow.” I grinned at my stinky friend.
It was a smell I’d never forget…hopefully.
Besides my family, my greatest love in life is books. Reading them, writing them, holding them, smelling them…well, you get the idea. I've always loved to read and never considered myself a "writer" until a few years ago when I couldn't find a book to read and decided to try writing my own story. With a background in psychology, I've always been a little obsessed with the darker areas of the mind and social problems so I try to channel all of that into my writing. I'm the author of the Flocksdale Files trilogy, the Horror High series, Grayson's Ridge, and This Is Not About Love. I reside in Floyds Knobs, Indiana with my husband, children, and massive collection of books.
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Monday, May 9, 2016
I know I may be late with getting down with pod casting but I literally can't go anywhere without my phone and listen to some really great shows. When I first tried it an employee recommended to me that I should try it. I don't know if it was because I didn't know how to find what I was looking for but I quickly dropped the idea of listening to them.
Because of my job (Young Adult Librarian) I have to order books for the Y.A. collection. I stumbled across a book review podcast for Young Adult readers which was called The Split. Let me tell you...I fell in love with listening to Ryan Cohan (author of Ted Saves the World series) and Robert Scanlon (author of the Dreamer Chronicles). I binge listened to all of their episodes and even the books that I had second thoughts on made its way to my read shelf to TBR pile. On their show they review Y.A. books then they each take a reader's perspective and a writer's perspective. It is a really great show and even though I was sad to hear that it is no longer active I still find my self going back and re listening to some of the episodes
Another podcast addiction that I am having at the moment is Adventures in Y.A. These ladies are fantastic!! They Kristen and Sarah do a really good job on the show. One of my favorite episodes was We Love Y.A. They mentioned some really great points on why Adults read Y.A. I am turning 26 next month and Y.A. is my automatic go to genre not just because it is my job.
A podcast that has just started is by another blogger that I follow and that is called Please Feed My Bookworm by Cassi @ My Thoughts Literally and Brittany from Please Feed my Bookworm Thoughts. This is a newer podcast and they are doing really great on the show. I recommend you guys check it out.
One great thing about Podcast is because it makes my day go by a lot faster. If I'm sitting at my desk doing some work or reading my shelves (librarian jargon) it makes everything a lot better and passes the time.
The app that I use is Podcast Addiction but their are tons of others out there to try from.
If some of you guys like to listen to podcast and know of any good ones please let me know. These were just a few that I listen to. I have a ton more on my phone. I feel like it is a netflix addiction because I binge listen whenever I find a good one and feel like my life is over when I'm done.