My blogs and why I write them

I write these blogs to encourage, to help people who suffer from issues I do, to bring hope to some who feel alone and to share stories and talk to fellow bloggers. I write a variety of things from quotes, thoughts on life, issues with panic and anxiety, stories, poems and more. I also share my photography and artwork that i do as part of my headline.

I hope it does help some and encourage. I hope others enjoy the poems, stories and thoughts. I also hope the art and photography brings a smile to some people. So, that is why I blog and I try to read as much as i can from my fellow bloggers, like and share some of the the things I like and although i may not always reply, I am reading. 🙂 Have a great day!

A zombie World- Short part of story to start

 A zombie world

BOOK ONE

By: L.S. Rockel

Copyright 2014 All Rights reserved

 

North Georgia & Florida

 

INFECTION

 

PHASE I:

 

 

It started with a virus. They all start with a virus of some sort. This virus came from a lab rat who escaped during testing for various cures but it was infected. A careless employee forgot to close the cage after hearing one of the other other animals trying to tear out of theirs. The Rat chewed its way out of the lab, through a very thin wall and out until it made its way to a subdivision nearly 20 minutes away. By this point the infection was raging and the rat wanted to feed. It only had a few hours left before lack of feeding on fresh blood would kill it.

 

It chewed its way into a garage where Mack Buyers, an accountant with a love for anything risky, was taking a week of vacation time in Florida to surf and play around.  He had left his car door open while grabbing luggage for the airport. The rat jumped into the car and waited. Mack drove to the airport and as he was getting his luggage, the rat grabbed his hand with its teeth and bit in. Mack flung the rat off and, being in a hurry so as not to miss his flight, got his first aid kit and applied some antibiotic cream and a couple of band aids. He would find a Doctor when he got to Florida. Right now he needed to catch that flight.

 

When the rat was able to get back up, it was by now in an almost rabid state. It attacked a flight attendant when she got out of her car and bit her on the calf where it finally drew some much needed blood. A journalist just arriving home heard her scream and came running to assist her. As he jerked the rat off, it jumped onto his arm where it bit him before he was able to fling it down and stomp on it. The rat was dead but the virus was just beginning.

 

The flight attendant, Janice Dodge, boarded her plane where she treated the bite until she could land and see a doctor, which she did 6 hours later. She was immune and would never run a fever but she was such a rarity, her battle would be fighting those who were not immune. Janice had been a flight attendant since she was 24.

It’s okay to cry sometimes.

We build walls around our lives and our hearts but sometimes it is okay to cry. Sometimes our hearts need the release of just letting it all out and letting it go. We live in a beautiful but harsh world where it seems to make you appear weak if you cry but you are not. You are strong and crying is an emotion of strength.

We have to face so many battles and obstacles that it can be a heavy load to bear and to constantly smile through it all, well kudos to those who can. I am just too human and open for all of that. I am strong willed, determined, but man, sometimes i just have to let it all out and have a good cry.

I feel such a release after. I pray, I live right the best I can, I try to do right by others, I pick my battles but life can be tough. So I just hope there are others like me who know that at times, a good old fashioned cry down is the cure for healing.

It is beautiful and yet ugly. Life

Life can be so beautiful and yet so ugly.

Love, happiness, babies. marriage, friendship, family,adoption, playing, running, adventures, prayers, reading, painting, writing, flowers, trees, the four seasons, the pureness of snow, the laughter of a child.

Bills, stress, death of a child, burdens, anxiety, hatred, racism, divorce, affairs, riots, abuse of children and women, burning our flag, killing, using people, destroying.

Something so beautiful and yet so ugly

Life is like a bowl of prunes. Sometimes.

You know sometimes, life is like a bowl of prunes . You get to the point that everything seems just shriveled and out of whack.You often do what you can, when you can. Then it just gets to where you don’t understand people, things and so much more.

So, Pluck out the prunes and find the cherries and enjoy the savory juice of it all. Then when the prunes are gone you are surrounded by stunning red cherries. Just a thought for the day.