This is a repost of a short story I wrote based on an urban legend (the licked hand). I thought it’d be fun to bring it back for Halloween.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
The sound was all Samantha Wates could focus on tucked tightly into her bed. It was nearly midnight, and she’d only been asleep for an hour before she heard the faucet dripping.
Sam’s parents had left around 9 p.m. for a night out in the city, and they wouldn’t be home for hours. She dangled her arm off the bed until she felt her dog, Rupert, lick her hand. His favorite sleeping place was underneath her bed.
Sam liked to think that even though she was fifteen and didn’t believe in monsters, her dog was still protecting her from anything that went bump in the night.
“That’s a good boy, Rupert. Now, go turn off the leaking faucet.” She giggled to herself, knowing without opposable thumbs that it was impossible for a dog. “Alright, I’ll do it myself.”
She sprang from the bed. The winter chill made the hardwood floors like ice. She ran on her tiptoes out her door and across the hall to the bathroom. She turned both knobs tightly before jetting back to bed.
She snuggled in, trying to dismiss the cold in her feet and the prickling feeling at the back of her neck. She covered herself from head to toe with the bulky comforter but had let her hand hang down for Rupert to lick again. It was calming to know he was there, and sleep quickly took over.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
“Uh. Not again.” She mumbled to herself while glancing at the glowing red numbers on the bedside clock. She didn’t want to get up again. The late hour had made the room colder.
Sam got up anyway. She crossed the hall and started to reach for the faucet, but realized the sound wasn’t coming from the sink. It was coming from the bathtub.
She hesitated before moving the shower curtain back. Sam flicked the switch, and blinding light filled the bathroom. Squinting, she yanked back the curtain.
Her eyes widen as she slammed back into the counter, practically falling into the sink. The air was escaping her lungs faster than it was coming in. Black spots appeared in her vision before she remembered how to work her lungs.
Gulping in air, she stared at the blood matted hair and mangled body of her beloved dog. Rupert hung from the shower nozzle. His blood was dripping into the tub, pinging on the metal drain.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
Choking back tears, she edged toward the door but froze when she saw something written on the wall. Scrawled in blood across the tile were the words, “Humans can lick, too.”
Goosebumps had covered her flesh as her eyes touched on the words, and a dark form appeared behind her. An arm snaked around her waist, and another covered her mouth to silence her screams.
As Sam was dragged into the dark hall, she felt a familiar thick, wet tongue slide up her neck before she heard him whisper hotly into her ear, “Mmmmm, tasty.”
That was Random
Random stuff.
Hiatus
StandardWOW! I was gone for a LONG TIME. I think I might be back.
Sometimes you need a break and it isn’t like I have loads of followers. However, for you who do follow me and read my posts…THANK YOU.
-AMS
Plus+ Girl
StandardI recently saw an article and several posts about body shaming. I initially started this post to talk about my weight loss and more of my own personal journey, but I also wanted to mention the hub about body shaming. Unfortunately, it goes both ways. There is skinny-shaming and fat-shaming happening on a daily basis. Neither of which are okay. Any shaming shouldn’t be acceptable.
The article I read was about comedian Amy Schumer supposedly thin-shaming mega superstar Taylor Swift. Fans were in a tizzy about it. I don’t care about who was making fun of who or if that what was happening. It was the reality that we live in a society that thinks it is okay to body-shame. Fans on both sides were doing so in comments that they made. I don’t believe that it will ever go away. Recently, I was at my third job, which happens to be a women’s plus-size clothing store, and I had a customer who was talking about the “stick-figures” who shop and work at Victoria’s Secret. While I understand where she was coming from, at that moment, she was body shaming. She was putting down the women who can wear the undergarments and clothing from Victoria’s Secret and for what purpose? I had a nice discussion with her about how I thought there was nothing wrong with any woman’s or person’s body, but there was an issue with how clothes were made. Some stores make you feel like the biggest cow while others have you swimming in the same size. It ‘d be nice if there were truly a universal size in clothes. I did my best to steer the customer away from body shaming because it made me uncomfortable.
I spend most of my shifts talking to women about their bodies. I try to remind them no one’s body is perfect, and they look great wearing the green polka dot shirt with navy blue pants. Confidence: that’s all any of us needs. Whether we are fat or thin, round or square, blue or purple, we should be able to be how we want to be.
I say love the body you’re in. Do whatever the hell you want with it because it is never going to be good enough for anyone else. You will never be tall enough, thin enough, athletic enough, or busty enough for anybody. You are the only person that matters when it comes to your body. Trust me, I’m never good enough. My fat friends think I’m gym obsessed because I have chosen to eat healthy and visit the gym six days a week. On the other side, my thin friends readily agree I could stand to shed a few more pounds or offer me carrot sticks when I want a cheeseburger. (Note: I’m generalizing, but not ALL my friends feel this way so friends of mine don’t be offended). Don’t get me wrong, I am harder on myself than anyone else will ever be.
In May 2014, I started on a journey to lose weight. I did not want to be in my 30s and be morbidly obese. I weighed 274 pounds. I wanted to do more physically and be healthier. My journey has been long, and it isn’t over. I’m pushing myself more physically and seeing results. I didn’t want to do a flash diet or lose my weight quickly only to gain it back just as fast. This truly was about changing me and my lifestyle.
This article is not about fat shaming or telling people how to live their life. Losing weight did not cure my knee problems or magically make my back problems go away. I will say I have less pain most days and don’t have the same issues like a back spasm or constant leg pain. I don’t want any plus-size women to read this and feel bad about themselves. We are all beautiful in our ways, and we make choices about our bodies as we see fit. I mainly hope my story will be an inspiration.
Since I started my journey, I have lost more than 60 pounds and gained muscle and healthy habits (for the most part). That’s as much as the weight of a small child. My ultimate goal is to shed 100 pounds and be in fantastic shape. I still have some pounds to go and lots of toning, which I am doing as I try to lose the weight. I am frequently asked how I lost the bulk of my weight. People usually don’t like my answer because it is a lot of work to do what I did and continue to do. I have lost my weight naturally. I have not done surgery or taken diet pills to get me where I am today. If that is what works for you, great. That’s what you’re supposed to do; do what is best for you. I, on the other hand, spend five to six days a week at the gym. I am there anywhere from one hour to three hours. The amount of time I spend at the gym depends on the kind of day I had, my mood or if I have plans. I love it, and it is what is best for me. Not only do I feel healthier physically, but I also feel better mentally and emotionally.
I came up with a sort of motto or way of living my life. I call it the three Ds. Dedication. Discipline. Diet. It has become my “go-to” response for how I lost weight. I tell people: “Shedding pounds and being healthy requires commitment or dedication. You have to go to the gym or for a walk and stay focused on your goal. You have to change your diet and make better food choices.” These were all things I didn’t have the numerous times I had previously tried to lose weight. I would get rid of 20 pounds, plateau, get frustrated, eat a donut (side note: the word nerd in me died a little not to spell out doughnut) and quickly gain the 20 pounds back. Something happened to me in early 2014 to snap me awake and make me realize I wanted a better version of myself. I was reminded of a quote that I heard once by Tony Robbins, “Change happens when the pain of staying the same is greater than the pain of change.” When I first heard that quote, I cried and then again when I later realized I’d reached that point. It inspired me. I didn’t want to be the way that I was anymore. I was a size 22 and growing. I wasn’t happy nor was I living the life I wanted to live. I wanted to be active and play tennis. While I still don’t play tennis, I discovered other activities that interest me more like rowing, running, cycling and kayaking.
We should all be comfortable in our bodies and if there are things about yourself that you don’t like you can change it. I changed and continue to better myself in all ways that I can.
The fact is, no matter what your size, accept and love the body you have been given.
Saying Goodbye
StandardThis is it. The end of an era (at least for me). This summer, I will say goodbye to my 20s and hello to my 30s. I got to thinking about how different I was 10 years ago and what I’ve learned, what I’ve experienced and how I’ve changed over the last decade. There is an emphasis on leaving your 20s behind, but I don’t see it as a negative. I look forward to my 30s and all that life has to offer. I still feel young, maybe not 20-years-old young, but still young enough. I have many more milestones and so much life ahead of me (that is if I don’t die prematurely…just kidding). In honor of the next decade, I thought I’d share 29 life lessons I’ve learned so far that that might be useful or nice reminders to others. Here they are:
1. Live each day as it were your last.
2. Music is everything. Dance to it, sing to it and live to it.
3. Travel as much as you can while you can.
4. Live your life for you and only you (sometimes think about other people, but don’t let it rule you).
5. Love without regret even if it hurts later.
6. It’s okay to make mistakes.
7. No matter how old you get you still don’t have everything figured out and you may never.
8. Knowledge is power. Never stop learning.
9. Trust yourself. You know what is best for you.
10. Read as many books as you can get your hands on.
11. Don’t take any wooden nickels (thanks grandma)!
12. Eat a cupcake just because you want it.
13. Road trips are always epic with best friends in tow.
14. Listen to life advice from a child. Sometimes it is that simple.
15. Change is hard, but keep your head up, keep swimming and you’ll make it.
16. Celebrate the little accomplishments along with the big.
17. Always say “please” and “thank you.”
18. Answer: To get to the other side.
19. Jumping out of an airplane is quite fun. You should try it.
20. Friends are your family, too.
21. Take care of your body because you are only getting older.
22. Have no regrets and take chances even if you’re afraid.
23. Say “I love you” when you mean it and always say it to loved ones because you never know when it’s your last goodbye.
24. Be kind to other people.
25. Coffee. Coffee. Tea. Coffee.
26. The mouse gets the cheese.
27. You are guaranteed to experience death, disappointments and dicks (aka assholes) in your life.
28. The movie is never as good as the book.
29. Cherish even the small moments because life is short.
Until next time.
-AM
Visual Aid: Growing up Photographer
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Oh little me and the very bad haircut my Grandma Christine gave me…
I’ve been a photo nerd for a long time. The photo above is dorky, but I love it because I have a camera in my hand (I think I was about two years old). I’ve never thought of myself as an expert in photography, but I was recently going through old photos that I took and realized how far I’ve come…how much I’ve grown as a photographer and how I continue to learn more about the craft. I’m still surprised when people ask me photography or camera related questions that I can actually answer. You’d think by now I’d realize I’m a good “go-to” person for photography.
Ansel Adams in 1930 had been training to become a concert pianist while considering a career as a photographer. He decided, after seeing the photographs by Paul Strand, that “the camera, not the piano, would shape [his] destiny.” His mother and aunt both pleaded, “Do not give up the piano! The camera cannot express the human soul!” To which Adams replied, “The camera cannot, but the photographer can.”
– Ansel Adams in Black & White Magazine for Collector of Fine Photography
When I decided to take photography seriously I was 13 years old. My grandma’s friend gave me a 35MM Minolta, which I still have…albeit on a shelf, it serves as a reminder of the discovery I made that summer. Photography isn’t just a passion, it is an extension of me. I cannot put into words what I feel when I hear the click of the shutter, or peer through the viewfinder at the subject at the end of the lens. I’m lost if I don’t have some form of a camera with me at all times. I am easily devastated if I miss a photo op moment.
That fantastic thing about photography is I’m constantly improving or learning new techniques (Like the year I spent exploring iPhoneography). I occasionally pick up a photog magazine to read up on the craft (what’s the latest camera, tips, equipment, etc.) and I visit Instagram to see what people are producing. Instagram can actually be really inspiring, which is important as a photographer. It’s like any creative outlet, you need a muse or inspiration to get things going.
Being a photographer is about being in the right place at the right time. For example, Ansel Adams would spend hours waiting for the light to be right before taking a photo, but sometimes he’d just drive by something and stop to capture it.
The serene subject is only about one hundred feet from the highway: I
have passed it hundreds of times, and I retain many “corner of the eye”
memories of it at all times of the year. The shapes were always beautiful,
but the lighting conditions usually were impossible. On this morning I
observed a situation I could not resist; a glance was enough to command
make me to stop, park the car,and carry my equipment to the scene.– From The Ansel Adams Guide by Paul P. Schaefer
I’ve experienced both as well…the waiting game and the quick snapshot (accidental masterpieces are my favorite and are usually stemmed from the quick shots). The benefit of digital photography is I can take a thousand shots and decide later what lighting or angle I liked best. I sometimes wish I didn’t have that luxury, which is why I occasionally shoot with film.
Film really takes me back to the basics, which I love. For me, I pay more attention to my settings like aperture (f-stops) and shutter speed. I also take longer to choose my subject because I don’t want to waste the film. It can be more rewarding not instantly knowing if you captured your subject exactly how you envisioned.
In March, I made a trip to London see one of my best friends. I was exstatic to spend time with her, but some of the best moments of my trip were hanging out in the parks and public areas. Yes, I was probably a totally creeper but one of the joys of photography is people watching. Here’s a few of my favorites (I’m a fan of black and white):
I even journeyed to Bath and found some interesting subjects. The woman with the wrap was amazing and I wish I would’ve had the chance to speak more with her. I did make sure to tell her she was amazingly awesome and beautiful (I swear she glowed and oozed pure happiness).
To see more photos visit my Instagram or Flickr. I also have a Facebook page: Pictures on the Wall. Don’t be a stranger…hit the follow button. I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Expert I am not, but photographer I am. I often shy away from titles, but being called a photographer is one I’ve more easily accepted. I hope to share more of my work with you as well as some photog tips in future posts.
Until next time.
-AM
Greetings from a nerdy girl
StandardHello!
This is not my first attempt at a blog, but I’m hoping this one will stick. It is the third one, so it has got to be the charm. Right?
Mostly, I am starting this blog to get into the habit of writing more than once in a blue moon. I seriously need to write more. The key to writing is simply writing (and a crap ton of other things, but let’s keep it simple).
I’m sure at some point I will post stories that make fun of myself and my goofy thoughts or interpretations of things (like how I went most of my life thinking the saying was “nip it in the butt”). I’m also about to start a class about Flash Fiction writing and I’ll have plenty to share from that experience. I may occasionally post book reviews or comments about things that drive me insane (like COMIC SANS…yuck). You probably won’t see post about sex (well maybe), religion or politics because it isn’t polite to talk about those things in mixed company. Too many opinions.
Speaking of opinions. I welcome feedback. I’m open to constructive criticism, friendly debates and banter, but please keep your nasty, negative thoughts to yourself or post them elsewhere.
I’ll end this post with a phrase from one of my favorite online communities, Nerdfighteria:
Don’t Forget To Be Awesome (DFTBA)
– AM
P.S. Forgive my typos and feel free to point them out so I can correct them.



