Happy New Year to all my friends! And now you are probably sleepy from all that drinking and partying we have the most difficult quiz you will do in 2014!
I recently discovered a new species – Nicki Minaj. So here is the question: which would you rather be: Nicki Minaj, Miley Cyrus or Armande the crazy lizard with a superbrain?
Category: FICTION
Romania and some of its Vampires Part 2
A great article on Romanian vampires and their names, by Mari Wells.
Abstract
”Moloi are Romanian vampire spirits. These vampires can only life if it eats human hearts. It’s created when one of its parents kills an illegitimate child. A girl is called Moloica.”
Moloi
Moloi are Romanian vampire spirits. These vampires can only life if it eats human hearts. It’s created when one of its parents kills an illegitimate child. A girl is called Moloica.
Necurat
The Necurat or Orgoi means “accursed or “dishonest” in Romania. Romanians call all of their vampire creatures this. It’s believed using this name instead of a specific name will keep from calling the vampire to them.
Another name for Vampires in Romania is Baboana for females and Babon for males.
Baba Coajo
A vampire forest spirit in Romania is a bloodthirsty monster.
She’s described as half bear and half woman. Baba Coajo pronounced Baba Co-ya means the Old Woman of the Tree Bark. She’s also called “Queen of the Forest” and has total control over the evil within the woods.
She is very dangerous evil entity. She catches children who wander into the forest alone, or those…
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Spring Forward, Fall Apart (Audio Short)
Nice bit of poetry being read.
Abstract
”I wrote this poem just as the leaves started to turn, and slowly but surly it became a self fulfilling prophecy. The cold has gotten so harsh that my dog refuses to step on the sidewalk for fear that the ice will chill her paws.”
When cabin fever strikes, we all get to reenact Pink Floyd’s The Wall, here’s something I wrote about it.
(Download the instrumental version here)
I wrote this poem just as the leaves started to turn, and slowly but surly it became a self fulfilling prophecy. The cold has gotten so harsh that my dog refuses to step on the sidewalk for fear that the ice will chill her paws.
The clouds overhead have become a fixture. The stars won’t be back until May. The monochrome landscape isn’t as inspiring as it was a few months ago. Anything worth describing has been buried beneath a layer of white out.
There’s a city to explore, but subzero temperatures have a way of narrowing my field of vision. My introversion has gone from a choice, to something that’s necessary for my survival. If I wander the streets too long, I’ll die…
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