There is no such thing as free candy..

Melanie walks down the dark street among all the leaves. She doesn´t like the dark, the big dark trees are so close and so threatening, and she feels like she sees shadows almost everywhere. Wasn´t there a lot of kids here just a second ago? Everyone is suddenly gone, and all there´s left is emty papers from the candy. The pumpkins at Mrs. H´s house is cut out in a very scary way. The way they look, like they are watching her as she walks by, sends chills down her spine. Melanie slowly walks up to Mrs. H´s door. She always had all the good candy, and she was a very nice old lady with the most beautifully decorated house. Melanie rings the doorbell, but no one opens the door. She rings it one more time, but there is no sign of Mrs. H.
"Where are everyone?", Melanie thinks to herself. "Why does it look like something has happened?" A noise interupt her thoughts, and she quickly turns around to see where the noise came from. Nothing. Only the big dark trees and all the papers from the eaten candy. Melanie suddenly get a creepy feeling...that something is wrong, hideously wrong. "Hello!!" she yells with her highest voice. No answer. Maybe she should just go on home. So she starts walking towards her own house. What she finds suspicious is that all of the houses she walks past is all filled with darkness. Each and every house looks deserted, like the people had been escaping from something. Taken with them what they could get their hands on and just ran.
When Melanie returns to her own house, she gasps. Chills run up and down her spine. What is this? "Is this some kind of a sick joke!?!" she can feel the tears popping out of her eyes as she stands there, looking at her parents... hanging down from a tree.
"Mom! Dad!" Melanie yells, as she runs towards them. But none of them answers her. They wouldn´t do this to her, not something so cruel as letting her believe that they are dead. Suddenly something catches her eye, a poster. It says "LOCK YOUR DOORS, MENTAL PATIENT ESCAPED TONIGHT", and then there was a picture of the so called mental patient. "Oh..." is all Melanie manage to choke out. She could feel her whole body freeze up, she start to lose feelings in her arms, her legs. Never in her life had she been so frightened and scared. And she is all alone, all by herself... What if the mental patient were in the street already? And taken all the children? The more she is thinking, the more scarier the thoughts become. Suddenly a voice interupts her thinking. "The world is a cruel place... but you know, there is no such thing as free candy". Melanie can feel the goosebumps coming, she can feel the chills down her spine, but she cannot move. "Www-hho aaa-rrr...", Melanie stutters, but doesn´t finish the sentence. "I think you know... You know, we all go a little MAD sometimes." Then the person laughs a high and evil laugh. It is the most terrifying sound she has ever heard. Then she snaps out of her temporary paralyzis, and she turns quickly around to see who it is. As she watches the person infront of her, she recognices the hair, the eyes, the same disturbing smile... everything. The person standing infront of her is none other than the escaped mental patient. Melanie take one step backwards. "Trick or Treat?!?" the mental patient snaps at Melanie, and slowly walks towards her with a disturbing smile on his mouth. "I think we´ll have to go with trick, don´t you think?!", he pulls up a rope. "You don´t mind sharing tree with your parents I hope", he laughs the same laugh, filled with evil. "HELP!!", Melanie yells the highest she can manage, but she knows it is wasteless. As he is about to take the rope around her neck, she wakes up.

"Oh, honey, I think you were having a nightmare", Melanie´s mother, Sylvia is sitting at her bedside with a cup of hot chocolate. "Yes, I think I were, what a relief". She follows her mom downstairs to the kitchen. "Your costume is ready, I asume you are walking together with Michelle and the others?" Sylvia asks as she sits down on one of the kitchenchairs. "Yes, we....", Melanie stops her sentence. Her eye catches something, at the frontpage of the newspaper..... She can feel her body freeze as she reads the shocking headline: "LOCK YOUR DOORS, MENTAL PATIENT ESCAPED TONIGHT".....


Happy Halloween.......



- Story of Halloween -
M

my new york fairytale will come true some day..

I have big plans for the future, as you have heard before I believe. One of my future dreams is like this:

Me living in New York in an loft-apartment in the middle of the city. There is many café´s there and a big park (Central Park). To the park I will take my little babygirl (Isabella) and our golden retriever (Johnny, maybe, the name I am not sure of yet). She will play in the playground there and run around with the dog on the green gras. As I am watching her I sit on a bench talking to my three very good friends who each of them also have a little girl. Our girls play together as we sit and talk about anything/everything. In the wintertimes I play in the snow together with my girl, we make a snowman and snowangels. When we aren´t in the park, I go to the café and meet up with my very good friends. My husband works in a big firm and has a high status (he almost always wears a nice suit). But he has enough time for work and still manage to spend time with his family. I work as an actress, and I am also writing a book.


My very good friends and I go together on shopping, buying clothes and stuff for our kids. And of course we make time to go shopping for ourselves, just the girls.

At bedtime I tuck my little babygirl into bed, then I read her a bedtime story till her eyes closes. Then I kiss her goodnight. Were there ever such a sweet girl? I turn off the lights and go into the livingroom where I write a little on my book. When it starts to get late I go to bed and read a little. My husband comes home and comes to bed, he take his arms around me and kisses me goodnight, even though I have already fallen asleep. I always feel safe, because he lies there right next to me. If I have a bad dream or have seen a movie I shouldn´t have, his strong arms are there to hold me close to him.

When my husband is at businesstrips, the girls and I have a sleepover at my place. They bring their little girls over, and when the kids have fallen asleep, we watch a movie and eat dinner, and just talk all night.

Christmas is the magical holiday. At Christmas the three of us go to my husbands family for dinner on Christmas Eve. Christmas Day we are at home with our beautifully decorated tree with a lot of presents under it. Among the gifts that Isabella gets, she gets a meaningful snowglobe from her daddy that he found at a one of a kind giftshop on one of his businesstrips.



I can see it all so clearly. That is the kind of familylife I dream of. It just hit me. I want all of this.


I hope I will get my happy ending..


- Story of my life -
M

I am a red crayon among black pencils..

I am a colorful girl with a lot of creativity in me.

I love to do acting
I love to sing
I love to dance
I love to take pictures with my camera
I love to write

I want to become an actress
I will continue to write songtexts and sing
I may need my dancingskills in (hopefully) future acting jobs
I will continue to take pictures and save memories
I want to give out a book one day


I feel so lucky to have been given the gift of creativity. I wouldn´t trade it for anything. Because creative ideas and creative actions you can earn money on. That would be heaven. To be able to make money for doing something you love, use your creativity. That´s my dream.

Where I live there is a lot of "bimbos", they are everywhere, and it is only getting worse. Girls with platinablond hair, 7 pounds of make up and cares only about, guys, partying, their friends, clothes and being tan. They may deny it as much as they like, but believe it or not, they are very selfish. This is one of the reasons I can´t wait to get out of here. I don´t fit in here, not at all. I am a red crayon among black pencils.

In the bottom of my heart I can feel that I was suppose to be somewhere else. My spirit, my heart is somewhere else. And I think it is this place I am suppose to use my creativity, because there I can do it good, there I can just be ME. God has a plan for everyone. You may be wondering if I believe in God. I really, really want to believe in God, because that means someone is watching over us. What is easier to believe (that is what I believe), is that everyone may have a guardian angel.

Do you believe in miracles?
Do you believe in angels?
Do you believe in God?

Let me ask you some questions that is a little different but kind of the same;

Do you believe in the good?
Do you believe in yourself?
Do you believe in love?

I choose to believe. And if you believe and have faith, you can do almost anything. Just don´t let anyone tell you that you can not do it, that what you want in life is unrealistic or stupid. You just keep moving forward, keep holding on to that dream, in the end, you´ll see that it was all worth it.

I know I am going to. And remember to be yourself no matter what, because when you are yourself is when you shine the brightest. Dare to show yourself for who you are, and don´t copy everyone else. Make your very own style and dare to stand out. Be UNIQUE and be COLORFUL.


- Story of my life -
M