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Diagnosed with epilepsy at the age of eleven T L Spencer turned to writing as a way to cope with her condition. Her vivid imagination and love of all things paranormal influenced her writing. T L Spencer enjoys all forms of literature and is currently studying at university, hoping to become a teacher.

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

The Package

With there being only four days until christmas, I am completely mystified by the large present that is currently sitting on the leather chair in the corner of the living room. Yes, I will admit, I have been especially spoiled this christmas and am thoroughly looking forward to opening all of the impressive gifts that seem to be sparkling under the tree. But that big box in the corner looks really cool. Mostly because I have no idea as to what it may be.

Sixty cm by seventy cm by about twenty: a big box with shiny snowman wrapping paper and no tag. (All xmas tags have clues on them eg Jolly Lovely Season - JLS Album) There are no clues on this gift- it really is a mystery. On top, also wrapped, are two other gifts, smaller than the main one. What could they be?

I love surprises, but this is driving me mad!!

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Thursday, 15 December 2011

The Hole in the Wall

The heat of the March Spanish sun couldn’t penetrate the thick oak doors of the Irish Bar. Not that heat is really an issue, Jack thought, since it’s beginning to get dark. He huffed loudly and looked around, his eyes quickly adjusting to the darkened interior. It was actually quite clean, and surprisingly large, even with the thick oak beams on the ceiling. Large dark wood pillars stood in the centre with pride, adding an aged look to the structure, all of them neatly decorated with Irish heroes. Nice, but not what I’m looking for. What Jack wanted was the bar. He was angry, he was annoyed and he really needed a drink.
There it was. Made of mahogany the bar ran the length of the establishment, gracing the right hand side of the building in a soft glow. Like the rest of it, the bar was spotless. There were no spilled drinks, no broken glass. There wasn’t even that faint smell of musk and alcohol. Jack wanted to feel disappointed but couldn’t work up the energy. He was too mad at the other group.
“I thought a college trip to Spain would actually include what most people would call, ‘work’,” Jack grumbled. His film studies group had worked all day and the rest of them had messed around. Yes, they were all only twenty, but they were here to work, not play.
“Yeah, well, maybe I could teach them a lesson. They wouldn’t mess with me.” A voice from behind him made Jack turn and look on in confusion. It was Carl. “I kick box,” he continued in explanation.
Jack scoffed audibly. This was Carl for goodness sake, he couldn’t hurt a fly. He had glasses. “Prove it.”
“No, it’s dangerous.” That’s just stupid, Jack thought as he ordered a round for him and his friends.
Two hours later, after downing a terrifying cocktail of lager and shots, getting very merry in the process, all ten friends were drunk but happily drowning their annoyance. Jack cut into his friend’s lecture and said, “It’s just not fair!”
There was a shout of immediate agreement from his friends, even though most were too drunk to really understand what he was saying and replied with, “That really is a good picture.” As Jack looked at them, befuddled, they pointed to the pillar nearest the bar. The sketch really was quite good, but nothing special. My friends have acquired their beer goggles, Jack thought, chuckling to himself.
He looked up at Carl who looked oddly intimidating, despite his small size. He had taken off his glasses and ruffled his short black hair, looking a bit like Jackie Chan. “I don’t like it,” he said stiffly, slamming his pint onto the bar.
Everyone went quiet and watched in astonishment as Carl walked up to the pillar and punched a large hole in the structure, splintering the wood, breaking the glass.
Jack took a swig of his pint, “Remind me never to piss you off.”

Monday, 12 December 2011

Angel Raphael

He had been alone too long. An eternity without companionship was a long time and it was beginning to wear thin. Made at the dawn of time, Raphael had watched over the Earth, healing wounds and time with unparalleled skill and determination, waiting for the prophecy to be fulfilled. Now it had been and as order and goodness had been restored to the world, Raphael had adopted three daughters, who were more precious to him than anything in the entire universe. With them he could be himself, be kind and loving and paternal. Because of them, one of his wishes had been granted. Raphael could be a father. For an archangel to possess such a gift was a rare thing indeed. Be that as it may, he was still lonely.
Around the other archangels, Raphael was cold and unfeeling, dedicated to his work, his mission for peace and balance. No one stood in his way as he served the higher power few of them could see, only feel. But he could. He could see the Power glowing all around him. He could see it everywhere in nature, feel it deep within his soul, within his blue and golden feathered wings. Only three others could do such a thing; were considered his equals in power and strength. His co-workers, of sorts: Michael, Gabriel and Uriel. Raphael was the angel of air, with the power to free trapped souls, heal the earth and release the caged energy which had to flow in order for life to continue. Michael wielded the sword and was the angel of fire. He believed in swift action and dealt with the heroes of the Earth. Gabriel nurtured emotions and brought harmony to the living, controlling water with peace and tranquillity while Uriel, the closest thing Raphael had to a brother, was the angel of earth and keeper of security.
All four of them held a power too deep to understand, too immense for words. But Raphael was not fooled. The power he wielded came at a price with great responsibility. He was only given the power because he could control it and he never forgot that it could be stripped from him just as easily as it was given. The problem was, among the four, he seemed to be the only one that really grasped that concept. Angels, were of course, responsible and good beings; they were created that way, to guard and protect, to honour and to cherish. But, Raphael thought bitterly, they were also capable of great evil. They could commit a sin just as easily as any human; it was rare of course, because angels were encouraged to be moral and righteous creatures. The problem was that when an angel fell, they became soulless monsters, capable of the worst things imaginable. It was his job to ensure that that never happened, to ensure that, if another angel fell, they would be dealt with accordingly. He hated the job, but someone had to do it.

Friday, 2 December 2011


 Curled up by the warmth of the fire, drinking hot chocolate, watching the gentle sparkle of the lights on the tree, carols playing softly in the background. Christmas really is my favourite time of year, especially when its white. The thought of donning my wooly hat and scarf in preperation of battle causes excitement to race through me.
I would like to celebrate Christmas this year by carrying on with a tradition: the reading of Twas the Night Before Christmas...

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863)

Have a wonderful Christmas and a happy new year
Drinking eggnog together with yuletide cheer!

Mat your presents be wrapped with elegance and care,
May your advents be opened with chocolates to share,

Merry Christmas to all may your wishes come true,
Good health for christmas and next year too!