Second Thoughts (StoryADay Post)

The man stared at the woman’s purse; the purse was filled to the brim, but not with money. The man knew from years of experience that people who filled their pockets, purses, and bags to the point of overstuffing them always had something to hide.

In short, the woman was hiding something in her purse.

The man knew that pickpocketing was a bad habit, one that needed to be broken, but how could he break that habit when he spent many years living in poverty stealing from other people? He often stole from people who wouldn’t miss the stolen item. That was how he was about to survive years of living in poverty.

Now he was in a stable job with plenty of money, but he couldn’t shake off that bad habit of stealing; not when the purse in question was right in front of him.

He reached for the purse and snatched an item from it, knowing that the item that the woman was hiding would get her into some serious trouble.

The Blank Message

English: A stack of copy paper.
English: A stack of copy paper. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A blank space sat on a huge piece of paper.

Irene saw the paper and thought to herself now who sent me a piece of paper with nothing written on it? Was it one of those messages that was written using invisible ink? She began looking around the paper for the secret message, but there appeared to be none.

For some odd reason, no one thought to actually write her the message.

Irene stared at the envelop with her name on it; it appeared that either the person had written the message using a white crayon or coloring pencil or it was nothing more than a cruel joke. No one would be that stupid to write her a message and then send her a blank piece of paper.

Or were they?

Irene gathered the paper and the envelop; she had to find Mara and tell her about the message immediately.

The disappearance of a non-existent girl (StoryADay Post)

Unknown Person
Unknown Person (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As her friends chatted about various things, Tanya Shinnok stepped out of the clubhouse. Earlier, she had been warned to be careful whenever she stepped out of the clubhouse, as there were people out there who were looking to kidnap her. She know that there are many people living in the city of Harrison Creek, Oregon that did not like her for various ( and rather pathetic) reasons.

Such as the person who have been watching her and her friends for a few weeks now.

The person was dressed in bright yellow clothes with a long black overcoat covering his body. The person was also wearing a pair of dark glasses and a fedora. As soon as he saw Tanya, he approached her, saying, “Are you Tanya Shinnok?”

“Yeah,” Tanya said without so much as skipping a beat. “What’s it to you?”

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been causing plenty of undue trouble for this city,” said the person, “and I think it’s time for you to go.”

“Where am I going?” Tanya quickly began to panic. “Who are you? Why are you doing this? Who sent you here? Have you been stalking me and my friends? What is going on here?”

Instead of answering her questions, the person pulled out a rope from his coat pocket and tied her up. As soon as she was bound and gagged, he took her to a black car and drove away from the clubhouse.

“Let me out! Let me out of here!” Tanya screamed as she pounded on the bottom of the trunk door. “Let me out of here this instant!” But the kidnapper ignored her protests. “You can’t do this to me!” Tanya continued to yell. “I know people, big-named people, and when they find out that you talk me, they will hunt you down and tear you apart!”

Yet the kidnapper ignored her as the car continued to drive further and further away from the clubhouse, and farther away from her friends. If anything, Tanya knew that Stuart, Irene, Mara, and Pearl would know that she was missing and would call the police.

To her shock, nothing of that sort happened. In fact, no one knew that she was missing at all. Not until a few days had passed.

But what did happen was the black car stopping at what appeared to be a storage place. Before she knew what was happening, Tanya found herself being pulled out of the trunk, still bound and gagged and carried into the storage building. Another person who was dressed in a dark coat and a fedora notice the first person said, “Were you able to get her?”

“I must admit I had a bit of a struggle restraining her, but not to worry, she’s here and now,” set the first person. “And if we play our cards right, no one will ever know that she existed.”

“Very good,” said the second person, “but now we must move onto phase 2 of the plan. We have already planted the seeds of hate in this town, especially where are girls concerned. Won’t take long for the police to round up those people on a list and have them taken to jail. The sooner that happens, the sooner we can deal with those Teen Rebels.”

“I agree,” said the first person. “I’m getting real tired of chasing those kids around. Don’t they have anything better to do than to hang out with each other?”

“That is our next project,” said the second person. “Now take that little brat and put her into our cubby hole; we have bigger fish to fry.”

As the two evil people left the place, Tanya untied herself and scrambled around the tiny storage area; she didn’t have any time to waste. She had overheard a plot against her friends and the city they lived in, and she needed to get that information out before it was too late…

The Exploding Peanut

Three-lobbed peanut
Three-lobbed peanut (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“What just blew up?”

Stuart, Mara, Irene, and Pearl wondered to themselves as they were reeling from hearing an explosion down the street. They were driving around the neighborhood in their golf cart, looking for clues that could point them to their missing friend/ringleader, Tanya Shinnok.

But something had exploded, and the kids hoped that it wasn’t their secret clubhouse. That clubhouse had been a staple of the city of Harrison Creek, Oregon; nobody could get rid of the old trailer that served as the unofficial playhouse removed from the backyard of the house where Janice Fraser once lived with her family.

Mara frowned as she noticed that a crowd had gathered near the driveway of that house in question. The family living in the house were evacuated. The Teen Rebels stepped out of the golf cart and walked towards the backyard.

There was a huge hole in the backyard.

Who do you say I am

Who do you say I am

You see me as a disabled helpless person who can never take care of herself

But that’s not what I see


I see someone who is strong, smart, brave, and loyal

You see someone who’s stupid, useless, a mistake

And if I’m a useless stupid mistake

What does that make you?


You are blind if you think I am stupid


You do not know who I am


I am smart, brave, strong, and loyal

You are stupid, cowardly, weak, and you would betray your own brother just to save yourself


I’m so much better than you

And you must face that truth


I never thought I would see the day that Tanya Shinnok would be claimed as an imaginary person.

For many years, well at least five years, I had come to believe that a girl named Tanya Shinnok existed, and that she was a girl with a mental disability. All of the other kids laughed and made fun of her for having such as a disability and they wouldn’t let any adult intervene or stop them from making fun of her.

That was, until Mara Llewellyn, Stuart Greer, Irene Haughton, and Pearl Tanner became Tanya’s friends and they put an end to the bullying. They also told adults who had bullied Tanya and those bullies were suspended from school. Pearl also began spreading rumors that Tanya was not even a real person at all, that she was just a figment of someone’s imagination.

The sad truth was that Pearl was right.


The body of 30-year-old Lorraine Grant was discovered on a golf course at 5:31 AM on July 22, 1993. She had an olive complexion, curly dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. She was tall, heavy, and was dressed in blue cut-off shorts and a white tank top. A torn-up piece of paper was found with the body, with the words, “The Sons of Ebal will return again” written on it. A quick examination determined that Lorraine’s death was caused by a blunt force trauma to the head.

Yet, no one knew how the woman’s body ended up on the golf course to begin with. There were no track marks from a car or footprints, and no one was seen carrying the woman’s body on to the golf course.

So how did her body and up on the golf course?

It appeared no one was going to answer that question.