Table of Contents

November................................................................................................................................... 1

Unforgivable.............................................................................................................................. 2

The Room with the Puppets and Dolls.................................................................................. 3

Life within Regrets................................................................................................................... 4

Low Profile................................................................................................................................ 5

November

It's that time of the month where your average serial killer comes out to play. Knifes, guns, or even with unknown killing techniques, your killer walks and watches his pray. November.. November what a slaughter day. We close our banks, and few even close their schools, all for a man who slaughtered day and night claiming what isn't rightfully his. And we cheer him on, living out his legacy for he was a murderer on the month of November. We say live on Columbus, however some say.

November holds the two of the only four seasons. November holds the peaceful and dreadful days in every available month. November brings the blast,then the leaves are whirling fast.

Summer is the warmest of the four temperate seasons, between spring and autumn. At the summer solstice, the days are longest and the nights are shortest, with day-length decreasing as the season progresses after the solstice. The date of the beginning of summer varies according to climate, culture, and tradition, but when it is summer in the southern hemisphere it is winter in the northern hemisphere, and vice versa. In areas of the tropics and subtropics, the wet season occurs during the summer. Tropical cyclones develop and roam the tropical and subtropical oceans during the summer. In the interior of continents,thunderstorms can produce hail during the afternoon and evening. Schools and universities typically have a summer break to take advantage of the warmer weather and longer days.

Winter is the coldest season of the year in temperate climates, between autumn and spring. At the winter solstice, the days are shortest and the nights are longest, with days lengthening as the season progresses after the solstice.

"How silently they tumble down

And come to rest upon the ground

To lay a carpet, rich and rare,

Beneath the trees without a care,

Content to sleep, their work well done,

Colors gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly fly

Until they nearly reach the sky.

Twisting, turning through the air

Till all the trees stand stark and bare.

Exhausted, drop to earth below

To wait, like children, for the snow."

- Elsie N. Brady, Leaves

Low Profile

Don't look up, don't even look around. Keep your eyes down and on the ground. Your almost there, don't give up now. You turn around, your identity is for sure found.

"An identity isn't a dam thing at all, if your just a tool awaiting the government." That's what she would say whenever we were alone.

You see, growing up in the projects has never been quite easy. My mother was never home, she had been hardest worker I knew growing up. She worked 3 jobs, and double shifts included in all. Days when my sister had to stay late after school due to her.

Unforgivable

I plead and plead for forgiveness and understanding, but she just simply nods with an it's o.k. Deep down inside it burns knowing the responds are lies, that every word is followed with hidden hate and unforgivable feelings. Deep down inside an unknown emotion seems to be eating me up. Regret, fear, sorrow, and the need of apologies doesn't seem to be the conflict. Although the only solution to this feeling of right and wrong doing seems to be forgiveness which in this case is inaccessible.

The Room with the Puppets and Dolls

Entering the front door, I notice the darkness and cold surroundings of what was once considered my grandmothers “fun house.” Momma always told me stories of how her mother had continuously tried and tried to encourage her to adapt to what I called “the mysteries and wonders” of the fun house. Momma always gave me the same answer once I asked what her reply to her mother was. My moms fear of her mothers hobby maker was far greater than real; I would ask her what frightens her so much about what she describes a room full of plain old dolls.

Regardless of what she told me about the place, she would send me in there anyways. Whenever it came to the point of were the place needed a dusting, I would have to go and face it. The first day I was told to take care of what is suppose to be her dirty work, I encountered the mystic fun house for my self. I walk threw the front door but nothing is in site. Afraid to close the door, I do it anyways for the feeling of Adrenalin rushing threw my veins. As soon as I close the door a single light bulb flickers back on and forth until a final flicker occurs and lets out an intensive but very weak light. All across the room dolls with fancy old dresses lay sitting down with eyes wide open. First thing I noticed was how they were all aliened to face the door, making it seem like the dolls were all face to look at the unexpected someone. Behind the shelves of the spooky dolls hung even creepier ones with ropes around their necks. What made the situation even more intense was the stuffed dolls that had their eyes and mouths sowed looked different then every other doll, indicating in my opinion tortured puppets and voodoo dolls.

Sources:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Summer

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter