by admin | Apr 24, 2016 | Hope, Life, Love, Poison, sliders, Suicide, Talk To Someone, Thank you
CHAPTER 8 Elle and Maddy sat at the piano playing one of their mother’s compositions that had once been used in a TV commercial. Elle led while Maddy stayed two or three notes behind. They smiled at each other and shoved each other lovingly as they played. Maddy tried to catch up but Elle played faster moving ahead of her. Maddy giggled as Elle missed a note and tried again to play faster but again Elle picked up speed and stayed a few notes ahead. They played to the end then Elle gave a count to three and they started the song together, this time Elle playing upper keys and Maddy playing the lower keys. Clarissa listened to her daughters as they played, she smiled. Her babies were growing up. Each morning when she woke up and every night before she went to bed she was thankful and she prayed for her girls. She prayed that they would grow up to be better than her and achieve more than her and marry the right men (never experience separation or divorce) and be so happy. Be so happy that each day they woke up and each night before they went to bed, they would be thankful and pray for their own children to be better than them and achieve more than them and marry the right people and be so happy….. Clarissa listened as Elle and Maddy played another song then the music stopped. “Okay enough warm-up you need to practice your recital now Maddy,” Elle said as she moved further along the piano stool and...
by admin | Apr 17, 2016 | Book Shop, Dead People, Depressed, Heterochromia, Hope, Life, Love, Suicide, Talk To Someone, Thank you, Uncategorized
Your support has been valuable – Thank you and enjoy Chapter 7 of U Murder U (Suicide) below Gladys x CHAPTER 7 Dr Peter Lewis walked into the conference room and saw a man holding his wife’s arm and talking to her, he saw the look of fear on his wife’s face which she was trying desperately to conceal. With slight trepidation he walked up to them and turned his wife round to face him, “Anna, what is it?” “Peter, oh my God, Peter, I just saw a vision of a little girl, she was standing over there and there was this bright light around her,” she whispered then collapsed against him. He held her close, he could feel her shaking. A short time later “Ladies and gentlemen, my wife is not feeling well and will not be able to continue with this conference. She is aware that a number of you have come a long way to be here today and has asked me to continue on her behalf and answer whatever questions you might still have. My name is Dr Peter Lewis and I co-founded TTS with Anna some years ago.” Completely ill at ease, Dr Peter Lewis rubbed his forehead nervously as he tried to make the transition from university lecturer mode to a conference speaker mode. “Suicidium is a latin word from which sui caedare is taken from, which means to kill oneself or the act of intentionally causing one’s own death. World organisations estimate that each year approximately one million people die from suicide. These organisations have said that in...
by admin | Apr 10, 2016 | Book Shop, Dead People, Depressed, Heterochromia, Hope, Life, Love, Poison, Talk To Someone, Uncategorized, University
CHAPTER 6 Conference Room, Large Book Shop in Oxford Street, London After an hour and a half of talking to her audience, Anna had opened the floor up to a question and answer session. The questions were coming fast and furiously. “Is it true that people who talk about wanting to die by suicide are only seeking attention and don’t try to kill themselves?” Anna shook her head, “No, people who talk about wanting to die by suicide often do go on to kill themselves. Psychiatrists say that when people talk about it, it is often a cry for help and people shouldn’t ignore this cry because some people are actually looking for a way forward, a way through their pain without dying.” “Does suicide always occur without any warning signs?” “There are almost always warning signs, we just need to know what to look out for in people,” Anna replied. “You’ll be surprised at the number of parents I’ve spoken to who’ve said that they were completely blindsided, they didn’t see it coming. Parents who’ve said they were completely shocked and distraught at their child’s unprecedented action of suicide. Then you ask them a few pertinent questions and you find out that their son or daughter had started locking themselves in their bedroom and not been communicative for weeks prior to their death. Or the child had been depressed for weeks then suddenly became happy, which is usually when they’ve devised a plan to kill themselves, or a child suddenly starts to give away his or her most prized and treasured possessions. A mother would...
by admin | Apr 2, 2016 | blog, Book Shop, Bullying, Dead People, Heterochromia, Hope, Life, Love, Talk To Someone, Uncategorized, University
The next instalment of U Murder U (Suicide) below – Chapter 5 CHAPTER 5 Conference Room, Large Book Shop in Oxford Street, London “Mrs Lewis, there are nearly two hundred people in the conference room waiting for you, are you ready?” The book shop’s posh divisional manager asked, interrupting Anna’s soliloquy. He studied the attractive woman, whose head was bent; dark, luxurious curls framed her tanned, pretty face. She opened her eyes and looked at him and he felt his breath catch at the back of his throat as he stared at her un-matching eyes. One eye was greenish brown and the other a bright greenish blue, he was unsure if they were real or lensed and even though he had read that she had heterochromia iridum (mis-matched eyes), seeing them in the flesh took his breath away. Anna Lee Lewis nodded then opened the gold locket which hung from a chain around her neck. She looked at the picture of her late mother enclosed and smiled. “I’m ready,” she said, pushed her curly hair to one side and walked to the conference room with firm, confident steps. “First of all, I want to thank you all for coming today and I also want to say, no matter what you’ve read or heard about me, unlike the little boy in that movie – I don’t see dead people,” Anna told her audience. Some people in the room laughed, others stared openly at her, not sure what to expect. “My name is Anna Lee Lewis, I was born and raised in Chicago, I co-founded the charity Talk To...
by admin | Mar 30, 2016 | blog, Depressed, Hope, Life, Love, Poison, sliders, Suicide, Uncategorized
The next instalment of U Murder U (Suicide) below – Chapter 4 CHAPTER 4 They worked together side by side. Flour scattered on top of the kitchen counter, chocolate chips, chocolate chunks and sugar scattered alongside the flour. Elle mixed the muffin batter and hummed a song her mother had written a few years ago and Clarissa sung the words. Elle tossed a couple of chocolate pieces into her mouth and fed her mother a piece. Clarissa smiled as the chocolate melted in her mouth. “The cookies smell really good; I love the smell of baking cookies.” “You love the smell of baking full-stop Elle.” Elle smiled, “That is so true. How many muffins are we making?” “Twelve, which should give us four each, unless someone I know decides to sneak more than her fair share.” “Who would do that?” “Oh, I don’t know, who do you think would do that Elle May? Who has a tendency of doing that Elle May?” Elle smiled sheepishly at her mother. She loved making muffins and cakes and bread and savoury dishes (containing secret ingredients) with her mother, it was one of her favourite things to do. It filled her with anticipation of something exciting. Her mother would tell her to close her eyes when she made a pie or casserole and while Elle’s eyes were closed she would add some secret herb or spice. Elle never knew what she added only that afterwards the dish would smell and taste like something out of this world. Elle carefully spooned the muffin batter into the twelve muffin cases then licked the...
by admin | Mar 15, 2016 | blog, Depressed, Hope, Life, Love, Suicide, Uncategorized
The next instalment of U Murder U (Suicide) below – Chapter 3 CHAPTER 3 Neil R.T. Williams crossed then uncrossed his legs as he waited to be called into Dr Lincoln’s office. He was early and had expected that being the celebrity he was the doctor would see him when he arrived but to his annoyance he had been told he would have to wait as the doctor was with another client. Patience was not a virtue that Neil was familiar with. He considered himself a go-getter, a man who made things happen quickly – very un-akin to being patient. He took a deep breath as he lifted his right leg and let his ankle rest against his left knee. His right foot tapped nervously against his left knee like a woodpecker on a new branch. The door opened and a pretty, young, red-haired lady came out with a notepad in her hand. Neil’s foot froze mid tap, he openly stared at her, as he did all pretty women. She blushed, she immediately recognised him. She had seen him in several movies and TV dramas. “Mr Williams, Dr Lincoln will see you now. I apologise that you had to wait but as I said on the phone when you called this morning, Dr Lincoln had a client who he couldn’t reschedule.” “I haven’t seen you here before, have you just started working here?” “I don’t work here I’m just helping my uncle out and getting some practical patient work experience for my MSc degree in Psychology.” “Your uncle?” “Dr Lincoln is my mother’s brother.” “Oh.” “He’ll see you...
