Thursday, January 27, 2011

My Vampire Dream

I had dream last night that I found out that one of the counselors from camp was a vampire. (No, I won't say his name). I had sneaked out during the night for some odd reason and I saw him attacking a deer and saw that he had fangs. He was a good vampire like Edward, only drinking animal blood. I was the only one that knew and we started some kind of romance with each other. It was just strange! I know, too much Twilight on the brain. :)

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

A Camp Memory

This song always reminds me of dance night at camp. They always play it at every dance. It also reminds me of when Joe drove me around the dance floor. He's a counselor and one of my best friends. He is so cool!

Ramblings of a Young Psycho

Hi, my name is Isabelle Nightly. I might look so innocent with my angelic smile but don’t judge a book by its cover. I might seem shy and timid and I might even seem na├»ve, being only a seventeen-year-old girl but there’s a blood-thirsty demon within my eyes. Oh yes, I have a lust for blood and murder. It’s quite fun to find a victim and trick them into their own deaths. I don’t know and I don’t actually care how I got this way but I guess that some people are just evil without trauma, without tragedy…for no reason at all.

My first murders were when I was fourteen. It was an extremely windy and stormy Friday afternoon. I was at school and the electric just went out. The only light was from flashlights and the intensely bright lightening. The whole school was sitting in the gym until it was decided whether to send us home or not. Among the chattering crowd, there was an annoying boy named Andy. He always teased all of the girls severely. Everyday a girl would be in tears. How pathetic they were! Finally on that Friday, I was tired of all of the crying. I grabbed his baseball cap that was on his head and ran out of the gym. He and his friend chased me, which I knew that they would. Stupid boys!

Foolish Andy running the wrong way, I led the friend into the lunch room. I then let him get near me and with a quick slash of the pocket knife, I slit his throat with his blood spraying everywhere like a scarlet fountain and he fell onto the floor. (My darling older brother gave me the pocket knife for my twelve birthday, I always knew that it would be useful someday). Then I dragged the friend into the boys’ restroom so Andy wouldn’t see his fate.

After finding his way, Andy chased me into the school’s kitchen. I held out his cap in front of him mockingly, giggling sweetly and he exclaimed, “Give me my hat back you freak!” He tried to grabbed it from me but what he didn’t know was that I was holding a nice, large, sharp butcher knife behind my back. He lunged at me and the fun began. I drove the blade into his gut. Just as he screamed in agony and terror, a loud burst of thunder crashed and nobody heard him. I stabbed and stabbed wildly. All I could see was blood and intestines splattering everywhere. Then to make it more enjoyable, I kicked him on the ground and put salt on the wounds. I laughed hysterically as he whimpered in pain until he took his last breath. At first I stared at his lifeless body with curiosity and satisfaction. Then I threw his cap on his face and sardonically said, “Here’s your hat idiot.” After washing my hands and the knives, I ran out of the kitchen and cried out, “Help!” pretending as though I just then discovered the body.

The teachers found the bodies of both boys to their horror. No one expected me. I lied to the cops and said that I was going to the restroom when I heard Andy scream, that I went into the kitchen only to check on him, and that I didn’t even know about his friend in the boys’ restroom. They never caught me and they never will. They can never imagine that this sweet girl is actually a heartless serial killer. Are you afraid yet? You should be. You might be THE NEXT VICTIM!!!   

©Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2011

A fiction horror story

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Sick Blog

For three days now, I've had a slight chest cold. It's nothing to fret over. I just have a sore throat and chest, and minor body aches. I'm blogging purely out of boredom and I posted the video above because it's my "Feel Better" video. The performance makes smile when I'm sick, upset, or whatnot. It's so, so, so sweet. I love it. Fyi, I will work on Part 2 of the Impairy Story. Just other ideas for other stories came to mind first then I got sick but I promise that it's coming soon. Writing the Impairy story is so much fun.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Witch Doctor says be happy

I noticed that some of my friends are depressed or stressed. Come on people, be happy! Life is too short. Dance to this song!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Hi Steven, How are you?

 Hi Steven, 

How are you? I just wanted to write to say hello and that I miss you. I still remember all of those silly jokes, the time we played Bloody Mary on Halloween in the classroom bathroom, all the times you made goofy faces and waved bye in the bus window when I was dropped off, and all the times we raced to the classroom. I had so much fun with you. When I was stressed, you brightened my day without you even realizing it. You were a great friend. I didn't admit it then but I'll admit now...I love you so much. Thank you for being part of my life and all of our lives. We were truly blessed. Have fun up there!

Your Friend, 


Monday, January 10, 2011

Circus Flora

I saw Circus Flora at the Powell Symphony Hall yesterday. The hall looked gorgeous. It had bright chandeliers hanging everywhere and golden designs on walls and ceilings. The huge lobby reminded me of a ballroom from a Jane Austen novel.   

My seats were high up but I could see everything. The circus has tightrope walkers, clowns, acrobats, twirlers, dancers, and dogs. The St. Louis Symphony played the music beautifully. It was so much fun to watch. My favorite acts were the acrobats, the clowns, and the dog act. I also ran into Mrs. Allen (my high school teacher) while I was there. It was a great day. 

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Random Post

Okay, I'm blogging yet again. I don't know about what though, just random stuff. I'm going to Circus Flora tomorrow with Leisure Services. It sounds cool. This circus has dancers and stuff (I'll probably blog about it when I get back). I've been also thinking about camp lately. This one memory keeps replaying in my mind. My friend Joe was driving me around the dance floor and I was laughing. An up-beat Aqua song was playing and I remember feeling so happy that night (Joe, if you're reading this, you're an awesome counselor). I talked to Rick today and he's good. He spent the weekend with his buds. Miss you Rick!  I think that I'll go to bed now, busy day tomorrow. Fyi, I adore the song above. I really like the piano in it. It's from the Casper movie. I love Casper, the Friendly Ghost. 

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Horror Movies

Has a horror movie ever truly terrified you? Which movie? It was sort of happened to me when I watched The Last Exoticism last night. The possessed girl gave me the creeps and I was watching the movie at midnight, the hour that is often considered as "the bewitching hour", which freaked me out even more. I was quite jumpy afterward. Yeah, I felt silly this morning but everyone needs a good scare once in a while.

Friday, January 7, 2011

My First Cd

Did you know *NSYNC's first CD was one of my first CD's that I ever gotten? It was my 11th birthday. I was celebrating with Mom, Dad, and Kortney at Chucky Cheeses. When I unwrapped it, I was so happy that Mom and Dad bought it for me that I couldn't stop squealing. Ever since I saw *NSYNC on the Disney Channel, I had begged Mom for the CD for months. I don't really know why I'm blogging about this tonight but I guess that I'm just going down memory lane.

Shane Dawnson=Funny

Soooooooooo funny!

Don't Break Pete's Heart

This song that you're about to read is about a fictional girl who loves a guy but the guy loves another girl. In the song, she's telling the other girl not to break his heart. I was listening to Taylor Swift when this popped in my head. 

Verse 1: Pete adores everything that you do.
He’s so hopelessly devoted to you,
but you seem to overlook him,
play with his heart like a toy,
going out with boy after boy.
And I just watch helplessly,
as he tries to dance your cruel tango.
I don’t understand,
Can’t you see what you have?
Prince Charming does exist and he’s right in front of you!

Chorus: Please don’t break Pete’s heart,
Please don’t abandon him out in the cold.
I know that you don’t want commitment,
but he shouldn‘t end up hurt.
He’s so passionate, so loving,
He could be the one.
If I was you, I would consider myself a lucky woman.
don’t do something you might someday regret.
Please don’t…Please don’t break Pete’s heart.

Verse 2: I can see Pete’s beautiful eyes brighten up every time you walk by,
His warm smile widen when you just say hi.
I can see his love for you,
singing and praying for you,
He just wants to hold you close,
while you mock him as if he’s just another fool.
I don’t understand,
Can’t you see what you have?
Prince Charming does exist and he’s right in front of you!


Bridge: Pete gave you his heart,
telling you his deepest secrets,
promising you the moon and stars,
but you always tear him apart.
I won’t ever say this aloud,
but I wish that I was you.
I would never hurt him,
never let him go.
I would love him with all of my might.
I would never..I would never break Pete’s heart.


…Prince Charming does exist and he’s right in front of you.

©Lena Holdman, all right reserved 2011

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

My Peter Pan, My Angel Of Mine

Okay, maybe Rick is the complete opposite of Peter Pan but he does have this boyish, mischievous smile that I adore and every time I watch this video, I think of him. Yes, I know, I'm usually not so lovey dovey but even the Princess of Darkness has a soft side. Rick is great! He's a fun guy.

The Ghoulish Man

The Ghoulish Man wears a fiery red cloak of  rage. His beard is gray, knotted, and blood stained. His face is long and wrinkled and his dark eyes are reckless and lustful from lurking each night in search of his next victim. He used to be a normal man, a kind man but he felt unloved all his life and finally died inside. He became a walking corpse that hungers for young female souls to fill the empty hole where his heart once was.

Each night, he finds girls who are barely out of their adolescence. While they’re innocently sleeping, he at first watches them with sick desire. After a few moments, he proceeds to move his ice cold, bony hands up their spines and up their necks. The girls always wake up but before they can scream, he grabs their throats with all of his might, choking them and crushing their vocal chords. Then, taking them in his arms and draping his cloak around them him and the girl as if it was a private curtain, he sucks all of the essence from them and leaves their lifeless bodies behind.

One night, a courageous girl named Ariel Marie felt his cold hand and quickly woke up and grabbed it, twisting it. He howled in agony. She had heard the stories about the Ghoulish Man and swore to herself that she wouldn’t ever be his victim. He tried furiously to get her with his other hand but she punched him in the face, making him fly across the room and black slime that was suppose to be his blood pour out of his mouth. Then, with him laying on the ground, she kicked him in the groin repeatedly.

With such venom in her voice, she said, “You have no power over me and never will! You’re just a heartless, lonely, creepy ghoul! I’m not afraid of you, I feel sorry for you. You’re so pathetic, preying on young girls!”

Feeling helpless and defeated, the Ghoulish Man then disappeared into thin air, leaving behind his cloak. She had fought back. His power was completely gone. Ariel nor did any other girl ever saw him again.

©Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2011

This story was inspired by an elderly man who wasn't very nice to me. Be careful who you talk to online or you might be chatting with a ghoul.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

If Life Was Fairy Tale Perfect

Happy new year! Another chapter of life begins. I was just thinking about random things. What if my life was like any fairy tale, novel, or movie, what would it be? I think that mine would be Cinderella because it's romantic or Peter Pan because of its magic and innocence. What would be yours? Tell me. And fyi, I posted the video above because it's one of my favorite songs, "Beautiful" by Bethany Dillon. I love the lyrics.