Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Welcome to Weed fest 2011

Hello everyone! Welcome to Weed fest Registration week! Please comment on this post (or any other this week)with your name and blog address in order to register. Please also advertise for this Fest on your blog by pasting the picture on the right on your site and giving a description of this fest, along with this blog address. You also must be a follower of my blog to qualify. Just one more thing: Write a great story!
Each day this week I will be posting information about the type of stories that I am drawn to.
Please see my post last week to view all of the details including prize information.
Thanks, I can't wait to read all of your stories!

Friday, May 13, 2011

Cutter, part 4

Her name was Sue. And she wanted to ask questions. They always did. I looked at Joe out of the corner of my eye to get my fix. His distraught face was the only drug I needed. Right on cue, a tear rolled down his cheek.
I was used to the drill, knew all the right things to say to get myself admitted. Just enough, but not too much, like the blue pills. If you said too much they might lock you away somewhere more permanent. Somewhere where they kept you longer than the 3-5 days I was counting on.
The unit was like so many others before; grey and puke green. I guess they considered the colors soothing. At least this time I got my own room. The last place I was at made me share with this suicidal girl who snored. That really sucked. I got out of there as quick as I could.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


Hello, welcome to my Wonderful, Exciting, Entertaining, and Different BLOGFEST!!!
We’ll just call it Weed Fest for short.  Hopefully this will be the first of many.
The following is a list to familiarize you with the upcoming Weed Fest. I hope to see a lot of people involved and look forward to reading some great stories. In order to qualify you must do each of the following:
1.)    Register on this site beginning May 17, 2011 and ending by May 24, 2011. Register by commenting on any of my posts that week with your name and blog address.
2.)    Tell as many people as you can, the more people entered, the higher the Amazon gift card to be awarded to the winner. For example: if 30 people enter, it will be a $30 gift card for first place. If 500, then a $500 Amazon gift card. Second place will win an Amazon card valued at 50% of the first place winner. Third place will win an Amazon card valued at 30% of the winner. For example if the winner gets a $100.00 gift card, then Third place will get a $30.00 one.
3.)    Advertise concerning this Blogfest on your blog during the week of May 17-24 using a picture link that I will post on this site on  May 17,
4.)    To qualify, you must be a follower of melanieschulz.blogspot.com
5.)    Finally, and most importantly, write an wonderful, exciting, entertaining, and different short story and post it on your blog on May 31, 201 I will read each short story and determine the top three. All three will be re-posted on my site in the subsequent weeks, crediting the authors with have written the stories.
Any Questions? Please don’t hesitate to email me at mikaela9hannah2@yahoo.com

Friday, May 6, 2011

The Cutter, part 1,2,and 3

The following is a recap of a story I had been posting prior to April A-Z. I will be posting part 4 next Friday, but on Tuesday I will be giving details concerning my upcoming BLOGFEST. Thank you to everyone who gave their advice. Have a great weekend!

CUTTER, Part 1

12:57. Three minutes until Joe gets home. Maybe enough time to pull it off. Dammit, the lid won’t budge. Damn childproof caps.
Only two minutes left. Oh crap.
There it goes, finally. One, two, three, four. Just enough, but not too much. Definitely not too much. Down they go. One blue pill, two blue pills, three blue pills, four.
Just enough time left to scatter the remains of the bottle before I lay myself down, arms extended over my head. Just enough time to close my eyes before the sleepers actually kick in.
“Sarah,” he calls, voice normal.
 He hasn’t noticed the house yet; my clothes thrown around, the broken dishes.
“Sarah!” He noticed.
His feet are loud as he climbs the stairs two at a time. My door slams open as he frantically searches the room for me. I peek out of the slits my eyes have become to see his face, the anguish there. I stifle a smile.

Part 2
His phone is already in his hand, 911 on speed dial.
“Hello. Yes, hello. I think my daughter may have done something to hurt herself.” A pause. “Yes, that’s our address.” Another pause. “Yes she is breathing.” 
He walks past me and reaches for the empty pill bottle. “Looks like my sleeping pills, Ambien 5 mg… No it’s empty….I don’t think she took all of them, I can see some on the floor next to her…” Another pause. “Yes I can hear them now.”
In the distance a faint siren is growing louder. The meds are starting to kick in now so keeping my eyes closed is no longer difficult.
When I wake up I am attached to a series of monitors making varies beeping sounds. Joe is here; asleep, sprawled out on a utilitarian chair. He doesn’t look comfortable.
I clear my throat which quickly brings him out of his stupor. He runs to my side, his anxious eyes searching my face.
I had come to live with Joe a little over a month ago. After my mother’s face no longer showed the slightest concern during similar situations. She began to look bored or sometimes angry. But never the heartfelt anxiety that was now present on Joe’s face.
I had made the right decision in moving here.
Part 3
With my mother I kept having to get more and more drastic. Eventually I had to face the inevitable. She just didn’t love me enough to care if I got hurt.
Her life would be better off without me.
I was almost going to do it. For real this time; slicing open one of the various scars that lined my arms. Slicing so deep that no one would be able to stop the bleeding.
Sometimes fate or whatever does step in. My father called that day, the very day I was planning to do it.
Called and sounded concerned.
I hadn’t seen my father since I was five or something and my mom and that bastard Frank took me away from him.
Mom had a rule. She only screwed losers. And Frank was at the top of that list. He seemed to like little girls even more than he liked big ones.
Now maybe I could have a normal life; a life that I had been meant to have. So when Joe called and sounded worried I packed my bags and never looked back.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011


I need your advice about something.
My dream is that this becomes a blog where writers share their short stories and/or snipits of their novels. To date I have had not one request for a slot. Not one, zilch, zero.
To be honest, this is probably because prior to the A-Z blogfest I only had six followers. (and half of them were my family)
But now I have thirty of you.  You will never know how grateful I am for each one.
I would like to continue with the momentum that led to my following increasing by 500%. I know that sounds impressive, but keep in mind, I started with only six.
What I need from you is advice. I would like to have a contest that accomplishes both goals at once: To have people display their stories, and to increase my following. I am not above bribery, so prizes will be offered. Please also advise what you feel these should be.
Thank you in advance for this.
P.S. On Friday I will post the last short story series I had been displaying before the  A-Z blogfest started; Cutter part 1-3. On M