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Celtic Fest Ohio 2019
The adventurous duo packed up one muggy Sunday and headed back to the Renaissance grounds, but this time for the Celtic Fest. I had never been to the Celtic Fest before so I was looking forward to this.
Unfortunately the previous two days had seen nothing, but rain. We were forewarned by a fellow Renaissance cast member that the grounds were muddy and that we should probably wear rain boots. Obviously neither of us followed that suggestion though I did wear tennis shoes instead of sandals like Tasha.
Book Club Meeting #3
The Rise and Fall of D.O.D.O. by Neal Stephenson and Nicole Galland was the voted pick for our third meeting. I will be honest before I even get into the review from the others.
Book Club Meeting #2
Our now monthly book club took place at Andrew’s house this time with Natasha happily cooking for all of us. It was wonderful food and of course there was plenty of alcohol because apparently some of us can’t go through life without it.
Stormdancer by Jay Kristoff was our pick for the month. It had been sitting on my shelf for a while, like a lot of other books that have yet to be read, so I was more than happy to read it.
Book Club Meeting #1
The adorable ginger half of the adventurous duo decided that she wanted to create a Book Club. I, of course, completely agreed. Natasha threw the event together, food included, and I packed an overloaded bag of books to meet at her house. I may have over packed in regards to books to bring as I was far too excited about showing people all these amazing authors that decorate my shelves. (hint: everybody check out J.S. Lenore)
Down Swing
It’s been a while since I’ve been on here. I can say I regret it, but honestly I can’t. I had a severe down swing in regards to my depression. Essentially my brain said fuck this shit, shrivelled up, and took an extended vacation.
Sounds ridiculous, but that’s my depression for you.
I can say that I am sorry.
But for now, I am doing well and I’ve had my time to get my brain back together. It’s still a bit mushy, but I’ve piled it all in one place and it seems to be working.
So, I’ll see you guys soon with some work. Remember, you aren’t alone.
Avengers Endgame Review *Spoilers*
DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN AVENGERS ENDGAME!
I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!
Now if you want spoilers please feel free to read, but otherwise stay away from this.
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Workplace
How can one say a lot about where they work without giving it away?
Without feeling like a spy wandering around a secured facility with a stash of secrets in their breast pocket.
Everyday I feel like I’m creeping along darkened hallways, secrets tucked away from prying eyes, trying to fit in as if I belong. I listen to the whispers of unease and unhappiness. Always followed by silence from the receiving party.
No one trusts one another in an environment like that. They’re always looking over their shoulder for the next attack from the snake lying in the grass. Anticipating your weakness and knowing what will cause you to falter.
There is no way to fully give yourself to the task at hand when you have one tightly gripping your defense.
It’s not a survival of the fittest.
It’s a battle royale.
Penny Dreadfuls Issue Nine: Drunk
Penny Dreadfuls Issue One: Penny Dreadfuls Issue One: Overture
Penny Dreadfuls Issue Eight: Penny Dreadfuls Issue Eight: Realizations
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The wine bottle on the floor was empty, but the one in her hand was almost empty. She had forgone a glass as it would just be in the way. The pendant sat on the table, just taunting her. She wanted to hate it, but there was so much history behind it. The letters Amelia had sent to Lilith all those years ago were scattered on the floor around the couch.
They had loved one another, but there were no outright mentions of exorcisms. There were only hints. She sat up and grabbed her phone on the table. There had to be something left behind in the rest of the woman’s things. Etta groaned and tossed her phone onto the couch next to Elliott. She was grasping at straws now.
Elliott stretched out his front legs and just stared at her.
“This is one of the times when I wish you could talk.”
“Would that help?”
Etta tumbled off the couch and gripped the empty wine bottle. There was a man standing
at the end of her couch next to the doorway to the kitchen. She pointed the end of the bottle at him.
“Who the hell are you?”
The man smirked at her. “Someone like your precious Lilith with a bit more of influence. Dealing with demons is a sin, did you know that?”
“And why the fuck should I care what you say?”
Etta stumbled back as the man suddenly appeared in front of her and gripped her waist tightly in his hand. “We care about your eternal soul. One with a soul as pure as yours needs to be protected.”
She rolled her eyes and smacked the man upside the head with the glass bottle. It didn’t break which she was slightly upset about, but the man did release her. Etta grinned at him and waved the bottle in front of her face.
“I ain’t some damsel in distress mister.”
The man’s smirk faded and he stood up straight. “You’re right.” He waved his hand and a card appeared between his forefinger and middle finger. “Give me a call when you’re tired of being led around like a dog by a demon.”
Etta squinted as the man vanished and the card appeared on the coffee table. She tossed the bottle onto the couch and glared at Elliott.
“And where the fuck were you at man?” she asked the cat.
Elliott meowed and just looked up at her innocently. Etta rolled her eyes and dropped the bottle onto the table. She flopped sideways onto the couch and groaned into her pillow. There was too much liquor coursing through her to even attempt to figure out what just happened. Elliott nibbled on her socked big toe and she ignored him before falling fast asleep.
Ohio Renaissance Festival Trip #2
I went to the Ohio Renaissance Festival again thanks to free tickets that I had won at a steampunk event. This time around I was prepared for the day ahead of me and not just because I had picked a day where there would be no sun and it would be cool. There was no large group of people, just me, Jeremy, and a friend named Jimmy.
We arrived earlier this time due to Tasha wanting us to participate in a dance. I should note that I suck at dancing, but agreed to because it was Tasha asking and I can’t say no to her. So, Jimmy and I arrived in full costume this time. He was dressed in traditional Scottish wear and I had decided to become a forest fairy for the day.
Stories from Marie 