T-L Spencer: Dreaming, Writing, Reading

Good afternoon to all... Was Easter fun or what? How much chocolate do you suppose is healthy for one person to consume? Is it healthy to eat just one type of chocolate? I don't think so... To ensure my health and saftey, I forced myself to partake in the constant guzzling of basically every kind of chocolate in sight. I ate dark chocolate, white chocolate, milk chocolate and pralines and caramels and marsh mallows and every good thing that chocolate is. Yum Yum Yum!!! Chocolate is the key to happiness. It releases happy hormones... If everyone were to partake of chocolate consumption, the world would be a happier place! Unless of course you were to seal my chocolate.... then there would be war!

I was diagnosed with epilepsy at eleven, and have been on medication since. However, instead of feeling sorry for myself, I wish to set an example and help motivate others with the condition. I am at university, I have a life and I'm writing... in short I am doing what I always dreamed of. Just because I'm different, it doesn't necessarily have to be a bad thing. Having epilepsy has made me a stronger person and allowed me to focus on what is really important. Don't let life pass you by, live it to the full, with love and laughter! CARPE DIEM x

In loving memory of one of the cutest cats... Warm and rested by the fire, Dark with aubern, her thick fur glowed. Her presense calm in quiet slumber Watching embers fade. Those she loved around her always, Laughing at her chatter. Small but large were her demands, Cute and inane banter. In the dark her green eyes glistened, Pierced into the soul. She never like the policeman coming, Hissing from the bed. Her footbaall skills unparallelled, Despite her timid nature She always gave it all she had, The ball did not escape her. Sleeping curled on daddy's lap, Resting with eyes closed No one would disturb her there, Just watched her dream and doze. Gone from the world to a better place Where there is no pain, Only happiness and joy, She waits to see you again. To Cuddles, the persian. May you forever play in fields and catch mice. xxx

Lucretius told us, “What is food to one, is to others bitter poison.” Dating as far back as to when the first spiritual and mythical beliefs were said to have been recorded, poisons have been used effectively for centuries. Our ancestors not only knew and respected the power that various plants possessed but learned wisely to use the healing, fatal and pain relieving properties to their advantage. One particular group of poisons is renowned for its painful yet rapid affects. The Solanaceae or Nightshade is one of the largest and most diverse plant families, also containing some of the most poisonous and hallucinogenic plants that have been discovered in human history. All plants in this family are toxic due to the compound found within it called tropane. Atropa Belladonna, Henbane, Mandrake and Jimsonweed are all well-known but mundane plants such as Potatoes, Tomatoes, Peppers and Tobacco are also members and just as poisonous if the leaves are taken internally. Symptoms occur wit...

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!

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...

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 eve...