Sunday, March 27, 2011

What Makes Serial Killers Tick? Monsters or Victims? By: Shirley Lynn Scott (Article From:

Click here to read the TruTv article: 

This article was very creepy but informative. The psychology in the article was very interesting. It explained what factors could drive someone to kill. I just read this out of curiosity. I write horror so I figured that I could learn the psychological states of some murderers. It was sort of like research.   

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Random, Snowy Entry

 I was watching the beautiful snow outside and I decided to post something. I think that snow is so pretty and calming. Everything is covered with white. It reminds me of Christmas. It also looks like an enchanted, snowy forest is outside of my bedroom window. I love it. 

I found the video that is above on YouTube. I thought that it was so cool! It's a remix of Britney Spears' "Every time". Usually remixes suck but this one is good. I like the beat. It sort of gives the song a darker feel. The remix is by Ambient. 

Friday, March 25, 2011

Hogan Surprises Idols & Steven Tyler's Surprise Gift!

American Idol's elimination shows sometimes have funny, cute surprises (I guess to break the tension) and on Thursday, they had a few surprises. First, they surprised Steven Tyler for his birthday and Stevie Wonder came out and sang. Then, when Idol constants James and Paul, who were wrestling fans, came on stage for their results, Hulk Hogan came out. He told them their results and fake punched Ryan Seacrest off the stage. James' face was just priceless. :) 

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

The Last Love Letter

The Last Love Letter

 Sitting on the porch on spring day, a young writer is looking at some pictures from a dance that was at her high school the night before. She didn’t go because she was dateless and she wanted to work on a story that she was writing. Her best friend Maxwell (nickname: Maximum)  went to the dance with his new girlfriend and he was ecstatic to show the pictures. His girlfriend Rosie is beyond beautiful with golden hair, a perfect, scurvy body, and a precious, doll-like smile. She is also very caring and kind-hearted. In one of the pictures, he had an arm lovingly around her and his face was lit up with such happiness. The writer could tell that he was truly in love with the girl and all kinds of feelings hit the writer all at once. She just smiles warmly up at him and says, “That’s great.” But when she’s finally alone in her bedroom, she grabs a pen and paper and she begins to write what’s really on her heart.

Dear Maximum,

This is the last love letter to you. I have written many but you haven’t seen any of them. I have kept them in a box in the back of my closet. We have been friends since Junior year when we were partners for a writing project in English class but since last July when we spent a whole week by the lake, I’ve wanted more. I have kept my feelings for you a secret for a long time, fearing what you would say back. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I’ve always hoped that one day I would have enough courage to say ‘I love you’ but today it became official that you’re in love with someone else. Now, I just want one last time to write how much I’m in love with you before I give up my dreams of you, before I bury my romantic feelings underground and continue on just being your friend.

You always make me smile and laugh no matter what. Even when you don’t know that I’m upset, you always manage to say something silly or sweet and I forget all of my troubles. Never letting me put myself down, you make feel good about myself. You see my faults but you see them as things that make me beautiful and unique. You accept me for who I am. You also protect me and you won’t let anything or anyone hurt me.

You’re so amazing. You’re very smart (even if you don’t admit it), your adoring smile gives me butterflies in my stomach every time, and your dark green eyes are more alluring than you know. You don’t know how many times those eyes just made me want to jump in your arms and kiss you. In my eyes, you are an exact description of Prince Charming that all of those storytellers conveyed.

Even though a part of me is heartbroken and disappointed that you’ll never feel the same about me, another part of me is happy for you. You deserve a sweet girl like her. I’ll give you two nothing but encouragement, friendship, and support. I just want to know that I’ll always care with all of my heart. Now, I’ll end this slight obsession and let you go. You will never know. I’m very content just being your best friend…I promise. I love you so much Maximum.


The writer then silently gets the red, heart-shaped box from her closet, kisses the folded letter, and puts it in the box with the others. She fights back tears, reminding herself that he’s happy now. Then, she puts the box back in the closet and shuts the door, feeling as though another chapter of her life has ended within minutes. That’s when her cell phone rings. She clears her throat, masking her sudden melancholy mood that she’s trying to ignore.

“Hello,” she says, sounding bubbly.

“Hey.” It’s Maximum with a smile in his voice.

“What’s up?” she asks.

Then, Maximum begins to tell a funny story about Rosie and gushes about her for hours. The young writer doesn’t mind it. She giggles, smiles. Despite the small heaviness in her heart, she loves hearing the joy of her best friend and wouldn’t do anything to change it. 

(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2011

Ah young love, lol! Sometimes loving someone means letting them go.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

NSYNC Forever

Nsync forever baby! Last night, I had a dream that I went to a MTV Awards after party with them. They were singing acapella for the other guests and Justin was flirting with me.  Just awesome!

Never Forget

Never Forget

 You told me to stay away,
 but still here I stayed.
You tried to say goodbye,
wanting a life without my following shadow,
but here I am, still thinking about you.
There are no limits to what I would go through;
Lie, creep, murder.
I will have you back soon.

While you’re trying to move on,
 not recalling my name,
I am keeping you in my heart,
I am making you a part of my soul.
With all that I am, I promise,
On the heavens above, I swear,
I will love you forever.
No matter what you do,
I will never forget you.

Call it an obsession,
call it an unstable condition,
but you’ll always be my everything.
People tell me that I shouldn’t dwell on the past,
but the past is what keeps me alive.

Someday I will be with you again,
someday our love be will realized.
I will wipe these lonely tears from my eyes,
I will hold you so close to me.
Together will we always be.

(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2011

A poem in a stalker's point-of-view.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Let's Pray For Japan

Let's pray for Japan, for the people who are hurting. Let's put our own petty worries aside and help them in any way possible.

Friday, March 11, 2011


Check out my new vampire short story called Rebecca on . Click: .
Tell me what you think.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Our Picture

Our Picture

It’s ten o’clock at night and the stars and the full moon are glowing brightly over the fog outside but the only light in my dim bedroom is from my laptop computer. I’m on Facebook, just staring at a picture of us; the black and white picture from last summer, when you and I were dancing. We were neighbors for a short time and I was the young girl who tagged along with you everywhere and who you fondly called Sis. You took me to the town’s dance as a friend one starry night. Happy music boomed around us and the smell of cotton candy was in the air. My party dress was blue, which I knew was your favorite color and you wore a green shirt and jeans, and your smile seemed more breath-taking that night. My stomach filled with butterflies when you took my hand and my mind was spinning wildly like the lights were that night. The dance floor was crowded with many faces but all I saw was you. You just had twirled me around and our huge smiles were frozen in time. That night, I felt like your princess and that magical memory will always be engraved in my mind. I giggle to myself.

Then I remember the month after the picture was taken. You had to move away for school. On the day that you left, it was dark and raining heavily, just adding more sadness in my heart. Before you got into your truck, you hugged me tightly, as I cried in your arms. In my ear, you sweetly said, “Don’t cry Sis, I’ll be back…promise.” Then you gave me a piece of paper with your e-mail address on it and slowly drove away. I quietly cried myself to sleep for weeks. It just was hard not seeing your smile, not hearing your voice everyday. My heart begins to miss you and before I know it, I begin to talk to our picture, rambling like a lunatic. I say, “Patrick, I know that in your eyes that I’m just the girl who had the biggest crush on you, the silly friend who idolized you as if you were some kind of celebrity but to me, you were amazing. It was so much fun to hang out with you. I’m glad that we met that hot July. You were funny and kind. Even though I still talk to you daily online, I miss you more than you can ever know. Even though I won’t admit it to your face, I wish that you would notice me in more of an amorous light but I want you to be happy. I just know that the woman who gets you will the luckiest woman alive!” 

Then, you come online and instant message me, saying, “Hi Sis, what are you doing?”

“Hi Patrick, nothing much, just checking my e-mail,” I lie, our picture still on the screen. I then begin to pray, as the moon look more brighter and closer somehow, that I’ll see your warm, big smile in person once again.

©Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2011

This is a fictional story inspired by the song above and by an old crush. :)