Ghoulie Blog

VIctoria Haemoglobin

2011-06-21T20:31:00.000-07:00

Self proclaimed practitioner specializing in Victorian “DIY”, historically accurate medical procedures.

Is pleased to invite new patients
to present their maladies and ailments for her inspection
At her new surgery in
Cork, Ireland.

Victoria has Unique expertise with the following ailments:

HYSTERIA
VAPORS
Glorified Indigestion
MELANCHOLIA
Uncontrolled Spending
Telephone Headache

And the following procedures:

BLOOD LETTING
Sitz Baths
Dousing
BLOOD PURIFICATION
Anti Corpulency.
Carbolic Smoke Ball

Jen 2010

Con Creepy Tours- a custom order

2010-09-02T17:09:00.000-07:00

CONCREEPY TOURS
taking you places you never really wanted to go since 666

Concreepy Tours continues to offer you unique tours to the hottest destinations with these Scorching Winter Warmers:

Escape the winter chill in Sizzling Hades! An indefinite stay for as little as $6,666 (includes one way airfares– hey hardly anyone comes back anyway). Let yourself go a little wild in this exotic environment. Our Fabulous (and just a little ferocious) tour guides will tell you exactly where to go…….. For that unique escape. See the distinctive creatures that inhabit this much dreamed of but rarely visited land. Enjoy the local customs and rituals– the fires of damnation and stinking cesspools will make this an unforgettable journey.

Concreepy tours, where you would never dare to ask “Are we there yet”
Satan’s minions are waiting right now for your call

PH: 666– hellfire

-Jen 2009
www.ghouliebabies.com

Bad Babies

2010-08-01T19:13:00.000-07:00

She doesn't mean to be bad, she's just made that way.
It's one of those nighmares in the nursery, baby has indulged in a D.I.Y hairdo (and she knows she shouldn't play with scissors), she sat on the cat, drew on the walls (we can plainly see what she thinks of nap time) and she's eaten an entire box of chocolate cookies- so her rampage wont be ending anytime soon. Bust she's still momma's little angel......

Theresa Tarantula has friends for dinner

2010-07-18T18:22:00.000-07:00

Theresa has spent all day spinning new cobweb and repairing any snags or tears in the old web. She’s primed her irritant hairs (after all it is her favourite party trick) and sharpened her fangs.
She’s having her most divine and delectable friends over for dinner you see– and won’t they be surprised to find out what's on the menu......

- Jen 2009

www.ghouliebabies.com

BLACK JACK- Zombie rock gods

2009-05-25T02:20:00.000-07:00

HEAT MAGAZINE
Making Your Ears Bleed Since 06/06/06!

INDEX:cover story: RE INCAR NATION’S comeback album.
Indeath Interview: Andy from BLACK JACK- speaks candidly about his life as a rock god.
Freaks of fashion: EBONY is the new black
Heat Quiz “Are you a ROCK CHICK or just another Corpse”
Gag Guide– what’s on in your neck of the UNDERWORLD?

TORMENT AND TRAGEDY
-Nick Lucifer reviews the latest shredding sounds

Black Jack -
“Ode To Abomination”.
Freakin Hot records.
This much anticipated frenzied attack from the Death Rock legends “Black Jack” ignite the faithful. Released to coincide with their World Abomination Tour , This bloodlusting offering will have your pledging your soul for just one more track. Rock until you puke.
Not to be missed

Pus-
“My Wounds Smell”
Belly Laugh inc.
A nauseating offering from the kings of funk. Take an irritating journey through the oozing sound that is Pus
-not for the weak of stomach
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Ghouliebabies
&
THE HELLFIREBAR AND GRILL
presents

BLACK JACK

LIVE AT THE HELLFIRE BAR AND GRILL.Saturday night with special guests
Satan’s Cheerleaders promoting “Brimstone Bourbon.”

Tickets: $666 or your soul
Phone 666-HOT-ROCK

Bought to you by BLOODY HOT Productions.©

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- Jen 2009

THE SATANIC MECHANIC

2009-03-15T13:49:00.000-07:00

BUBBA
The Satanic Mechanic

By the light of the night-
It will all be alright,
We’ll get you a satanic
Mechanic…...

RESUME:

NAME: BUBBA (Short for Beelzebub)

JOB DESCRIPTION: Satanic Mechanic at ‘Satan’s Spanner Monkeys” garage.

LIKE: Hot cars, Hot women, Hot chilli, Hot wheels, Hot deals and Hot dogs (no Chihuahua's)

PRO’S: Super Strong, undead, limited vocabulary (wont sass out the boss), lack of live nerve endings (doesn’t feel pain); Only has one foot (only needs one steel toed work boot), popular with weird chicks. Doesn’t drink.
CON’S: Likes to Joyride at midnight; undead; attracted to weird chicks; Not a day person;

REFERENCES: Satan, The devil, Old Scratch
666 Brimstone and fire Ave
Hell

Bubba likes his women the same way as he likes his cars– Smokin’ hot... and sometimes they’re literally smoking (that sort of thing happens when you’re employed by Satan.)
He’s very fond of his job at Satan’s Spanner Monkeys garage, but he’s been there for 666 years and he thinks it’s time for a change, but there is no moving “UP” in his current place of employment.
You could say he’s the strong silent type, Dead-icated to his job, looking for a like minded ghoul to move into the family crypt.
He’s open to a new career path– maybe floristry; he’s quite practiced in pushing up daisies….

-Jen 2008
www.ghouliebabies.com

The FRIED bride of Franken-tator

2008-03-18T01:12:00.000-07:00

The lightening split the velvet sky and the thunder rolled overhead as Dr Franken-tator cooked fervently in his laboratory.
He had been slaving for hours over a hot stove, his pinny stained with smears of grease and his skin grey with exhaustion, his eyes wild with fever– at one point he thought he would go mad with the aroma of baked potato skins. But then at the stroke of midnight Franken-tator threw his floury hands in the air with glee. All of his peeling had finally paid off. The measuring and straining, grating and frying had resulted in a piece of culinary perfection- his master piece was ALIVE!
After days pouring over cook books and hours in the lab tending to the chopping slab he had created the perfect potato bride– crispy on the outside but still light and fluffy in the middle.
Truly she was good enough to eat…….Or be eaten……

Jen 2008

CADAVER GIRLS

2007-10-03T18:04:00.000-07:00

Cadaver Girls dabble in darkness,
Reveling in sins of the flesh;
Beguiling but totally heartless-
They seek out a soul to enmesh.

A custom order for the fabulous Cadaver girls!
you can visit their website at http://www.cadavergirls.com/

Dangerous curves and sultry-
A forked tongue moistens plump lips.
After hours committing adultery
Your bound to end up on her hips.

So beware of nefarious kisses,
And take this warning to heart-
If you indulge yourself in such bliss’s,
Your destined never to part!

- Jen 2007

CAPTAIN TWISTED WHISKERS

2007-08-10T17:02:00.001-07:00

Captain Twisted whiskers yowls orders from his position at the helm of the discarded shopping cart he commandeers as his very own Alley Galleon. It’s drawn along the bitumen by a team of enslaved Chihuahua’s and a crusty crew of Alley cats.
The captain is a pirate of long and dubious reputation, a legendary scrapper (it is said that he has one metal claw on each foot). He lost an eye in an encounter with a poodle, but he likes to say he clawed it out himself. Of course he was groomed to be a pirate by the late, great Tom Cat “no Tail Puss” A most furrr-ocious and Notorious Villain, it is said he kept a female in every back street and lane way.
Twisted Whiskers and his crew patrol a most sought after inner city patch behind a strip of restaurants. Hence he and his crew are kept busy evicting interlopers, in the interest of maintaining their gourmet diets and discerning tastes.They also regularly plunder dumpsters for discarded treasures- scraps of metal for fashioning DIY shanks and weaponry, ring pulls off beverage containers (they make charming earrings- and Twisted Whiskers has lost none of his feline vanity) and miscellaneous flotsam and jetsam for adding to his Pirate grotto, Whiskers rather fancies a sunken conversation pit, even though everyone tells him it’s hideously 1970’s kitsch.
Of course now and again the captain’s leadership is challenged and he has made many a shamefaced pussy walk the plank into a stagnant puddle. He often puts the likes of these to work at the most menial of duties, like licking between his toes.
Sometimes Twisted Whiskers muses about what his life might have been like if he hadn’t escaped from the Pet shop- perhaps he would be curled up in front of a heater somewhere, but then he would never have the fetid smell of garbage in his nostrils or the juice of a rancid carcass on his chin. No not for him the pampered life of a house cat. Twisted Whiskers is a pirate to the very marrow. In his own words:

“Meow, Meow, meow, meow
A Pirates life for me.”

Dolly Delirium

2007-05-15T01:43:00.000-07:00

Sitting there silently in the dark;
Playing mind games.
Why do you stare?
-I don’t care.

And always staying mute…

You sit there mocking me
With your defiance.
Am I to blame?
Have you no shame?
Driving me insane.
And never a word you utter.....

But your look is scathing
Harsh and unwavering.
Cold and mean,
A silent scream,
A deadly dream
It is obscene!
But still you have nothing to say…..

Harliqua- queen of the All Hallows parade

2007-05-09T23:53:00.000-07:00

Just before midnight the crowds begin to swell as they gather in eager anticipation of the annual Hallow parade. Everyone comes to see the parade; twisted old folk with wrinkled faces, their gnarled hands clutching staves and sticks while they tell their grandchildren about Hallow parades of old (yes even in the underworld the elders wax lyrical of mystical and magical times when they were young and everything was infinitely more appealing); gaunt pale young lovers cuddle close in the moonlight; beautiful women hunt clandestinely for handsome men who in turn pretended not to notice their advances as they promenade down the cobbled lanes feigning a search for a good vantage point. Mothers clutch at babes and whisper to them excitedly, whilst their older offspring tear about, sticky with blood red toffee apples and hyped up on sugar. Elves, imps, scoundrels and urchins– none are immune to the bewitching lure of the parade.
Finally as the clock chimes midnight the procession begins it’s meandering crawl through the dimly lit streets. Chilling ghouls with huge papier-mâché heads dance drunkenly about, buffeted too and fro by the crowd. They are trailed by a somber legion of tall, gloomy undertakers complete with tape measure and top hats. An old fashioned hearse drawn by 4 jet black, plumed horses comes alone, within it’s glass casket a ravishing vampiress can be seen hissing and clawing at the by standers. A troupe of truly disturbing , sullen fowl mouthed clowns come next, berating and insulting all that they meet, which delights the children no end. A few mischievous youngsters retaliate in turn by menacing their baggy pant clad tormentors mercilessly, this only serves to spark a new out pouring of obscenities from the disgruntled jesters.
Strange an exotic acrobats and contortionists pull up now– part human, part beast and adorned with opulent costumes and elaborate masks. Behind them a team of curly mustached, implausibly muscular strong men haul a side show of freaks on the back of a lorry– bearded ladies , mermaids and mermen, multi limbed and headed beings, sword and fire eaters and a magician who pulls fearsome beasts from a small black sack. All of this to the sound of a bone orchestra who marches along farther back.
The crowd is mesmerized, the pick pockets frantic to take advantage of the stupefied lords and ladies in their ermine and velvet and tatty, smelly old wigs.
The beasts are magnificent– mighty winged griffins carrying feather clad show ghouls, werewolves howling hauntingly at the moon and growling menacingly at the people and a herd of centaurs stamping and scraping the ground with their hooves, while maintaining an intricate formation.
The Major of the underworld has a float all of his own; his corpulent form swathed in midnight blue velvet , he reclines on a marvelous chaise lounge devouring great handfuls of insects and throwing sugared ants and deep fried cockroaches to the spirited crowd— who consume them with gusto.
Specters and ghosts, spirits and sprite drift past the assembled masses leaving the scent of moss and incense in their wake. A thick, low lying fog billows around them and meanders about the legs of the audience as if it has a life of it’s own. It thickens like a luxurious floating carpet, signaling to the crowd the impending arrival of the star of the evening; The Queen of the Nocturne, this years matriarch of Halloween.
She doesn’t disappoint her subjects, drawn forth by her loyal minions, she sits resplendent on a ebony throne, festooned by ivory skulls and glittering Jackolanterns. She is flanked by hooded body guards and surrounded by sleek black cats, who glare at the public and hiss and spit at each other quite randomly, to their mistress’ delight. Bats hover about her mane of jet curls and stars fall about her china doll perfect face. The gathered masses draw a collective breath, for their Queen is indeed beautiful. Later they will push and shove and jostle in order to get a Halloween audience with her in the hope she will grant them dark fortune for the coming year. But the Queen’s reign is a short and precarious one; every evening until the stroke of midnight next Halloween will rob her of her fragile beauty, eroding her youthful looks until she becomes a withered crone. As her sparkling crown is removed and placed upon the head of her successor, the old Queen will crumble and fade to dust, cast off upon the wind and forgotten amidst the splendor of the All Hallows Parade.

- Jen 2007

Tatiana

2007-02-15T00:46:00.000-08:00

Tatiana so sweet and shy,
Beguiling apple of one’s eye.
She fell for a suitor poor but true
But her parents declared he would not do.

So they contrived to find a beau,
That for high society to make a show.
He would be handsome and also rich,
Their daughters heart he would soon bewitch.

And so it came the maiden met,
A dashing baron of the ‘smarter set.’
He was a rogue; but on his best behavior,
With naïve Tatiana he did make favor.

Tatiana soon had lost her head
And in the Spring the two were wed.
But soon his plan was clear enough.
He wanted her only for her stuff.

Tatiana was broken hearted,
From her one true love she had been parted.
Upon her spouse she drew a blade-
But mortally she was betrayed.

In the after life she cannot rest-
Tormented always from her rest,
By the one true love she did forsake,
That causes her poor heart such ache.

- Jen 2007

Wailen

2006-12-31T23:32:00.000-08:00

Wailen earned his name from being born with a healthy and well developed set of lungs. Right from the word go he had no trouble getting anyone's attention, he simply opened his mouth and wailed. This was particularly significant as he is an extremely intelligent child who required much stimulation and interaction. Pretty soon his parents took to wearing ear muffs in order to save both their hearing and their sanity.
A few years down the track now and Wailen is at that inquisitive age. Pretty much everything goes straight to his mouth and he has developed quite a palate for slugs and snails ‘au natural’ and he is becoming a dab hand at identifying various soil samples and their place of origin.
He’s very fond of animals (not just eating them) and in particular weasels and ferrets. There were a couple of close calls early on when he very nearly smothered them with his love– literally. Eventually he grasped the concept of “if you squeeze to hard kitty goes squish.”
Already Wailen is showing an aptitude for mathematics, he likes to count how many black jelly beans he can shovel into his mouth before he convulses. His parents are keen to encourage his Literary appreciation too, though somewhat disturbingly he prefers Edgar Allen Poe and the horror of Clive Barker to ‘Little Golden Books’ and Enid Blyton.
An artistic Streak runs in Wailen’s family (his mother being a painter and his father a sculptor) and to their delight he shows some early artistic leanings as well. He has just graduated from his “Mud on Wall” abstract phase and has taken to “Still Life with Road kill” installations.
To give him a well rounded childhood experience Wailen has been introduced to many kinds of music from Tribal to classical and Heavy Metal (his personal preference). He’s not yet shown interested in learning a musical instrument, but he does like to beat things with his head.
Although mindful not to imprint their own desires onto the boy, his parents would secretly like their first born to perhaps follow in their footsteps in the creative arts, but so far he really wants to be a Mad Scientist– (Well I suppose it’s kind of a career in medicine and most folks would be fairly please with that. ) or a Crazy Cat Lady, (which may create some issues on a few fronts). But not to worry, he will have to tackle kindergarten first.

- Jen 2006

CREATIA the Cosmic nomad

2006-12-14T15:30:00.000-08:00

Creatia is a 3,000 year old Cosmic nomad. She is renoun throughout the galaxy for her youthful beauty, which she attributes to a diet of Fizz Wizz and Moon Cakes. She ahs had many sutiors; all of whom she has snubbed or jilted and she remains whole heartedly consumed by her art.
She spends her days and nights scouring the cosmos for Space refuse and capturing Moon beams, all of which she uses to create her ultra Modern Art Sculptures

-Jen 2006

Demonic Doggy

2006-11-30T14:20:00.000-08:00

Demonic doggy a girls best friend,
Handsome, smart and true,
You’ll not be in a bother,
When he’s looking after you.

He loves a walk at midnight,
Or supper off your plate,
If you take a while to “put on your face”
He never minds the wait.

One moment he’s a guard dog,
Then he’s a playful pup,
He’s always there to listen,
And never tells you to shut up.

He’ll keep you warm and cozy-
and gladly warm your bed.
He never wants for Gore-met meals,
He’s just happy to be fed.

So just incase your still in doubt,
On him you can depend.
Diamonds only sparkle,
Demonic Doggy is a girls best friend.

- Jen 2006

PETRYFYING PUSS

2006-11-06T03:50:00.000-08:00

It was a sultry Autumn Evening and the scent of mouse was thick in the air. Petrified puss was preparing for a night in the alleyways and was just giving himself a final spit and polish on his fine fur coat. Sleek, brisk of whisker and with just a dab of catmint behind each ear, he deemed himself ready and eager for the night. A quick scramble up the curtains, some deft tip toeing over the swarovski Cyrstal on the mantle and he was squeezing through the gap in the window sash and off down the street.
His first stop was the Kennel Club where a syndicate of Tom Cat acquaintances were hosting a poker night- five Claw Stud, aces feral; P.P�s specialty and he was keen to win back some of the sardines he lost last time he played.
Then he planned to catch a show and a saucer of milk at the Kitten Club. That Saucy little Manx �Fluffy� was opening for Pussy Galore just before midnight and she was hotter than a cat on a hot tin roof, just thinking about her made his fur stand on end.
All of that purring was bound to have worked up an appetite and Garbage night at the Fish market is a veritable smorgasbord for the famished feline; all the exotic stuff you just don�t get at home- fish heads, jellied eel, and a fresh fin platter to die for.
Sometime just before Dawn a very exhausted and somewhat pungent Petrifying puss generally heads for home. Over the years he has honed his skills at presenting himself most appealingly to The human can openers and he�s a master at arranging himself most forlornly upon the front door mat, where he manages to extract maximum sympathy for his self induced exile. He will gladly suffer extra patting and cooing before scoffing his second breakfast and heading to a vacant bedroom for a nap (he likes it best when the linen has just been changed and his deliciously crisp and sweet smelling). There should be just enough time for some rejuvenating slumber before he makes his great escape back out doors and over the back fence to that lovely little old spinster neighbor who lives there�. And lunch.

- Jen 2006

THE BABY OGRE

2006-09-30T15:30:00.000-07:00

On a night both dark and dreary, while the wind howled in the trees and their straggly, spindly limbs scratched eerily at the windows an Ogre family (Husband and wife and their scruffy terrier spot) slept peacefully- for the loved a storm and found the sounds of natures mayhem soothing. Little did they know, their lives were about to change forever..
They were awoken with a start by a staccato rapping at their tumble down cottage door- a rapping so sharp and urgent it splintered the very wood that the door was made of. Mrs. Ogre awoke with a start and jabbed her finger savagely into her still slumbering husband.
"There's someone at the door" she hissed, "See to it husband. It might be some bandit come to rob us, for who else would come calling at this time of night."
The husband seeing that he would get no peace until he saw to the ruckus at the door, stumbled from his bed into his thread bear slippers and made his way down the stairs. His wife followed close behind clutching a candelabra for protection and Spot the terrier hid behind her, his tail firmly between his legs.
When they came to the door the tapping had stopped, though the husband felt compelled to open the door and seek out the source of the mayhem that had spoiled his sleep. He found much to his surprise only a strange swaddled bundle on the door mat that seemed to be snoring quite loudly- it would appear that the raven had been to call and blessed the couple with their first child- a healthy Ogre boy. Mrs. Ogre shrieked with joy, her husband feinted from the shock and Spot the terrier yipped with excitement.
The Ogres were immensely happy with their new son- he had a healthy green pallor and his horns were growing in splendidly. Spot the terrier was particularly thrilled with his new playmate and they were soon the best of chums, together they explored the petrified forest around the tumble down cottage, digging holes and playing in the dirt and he didn�t mind a bit when the baby gnawed at his tail when he was cutting his sharp little ogre teeth. Mr Ogre taught his son all important Ogre things like developing a fearsome growl and how to find a comfy tree against which to take a nap. Mrs. Ogre beamed with pride at her bouncing boys voracious appetite and made all of his favorite Ogre meals, crispy bugs, gruel, Fungi pie and bark jerky. They were a very happy and satisfied little family, cozy together in the tumble down cottage.
A few years passed and then one stormy night, both dark and dreary when the wind howled relentlessly through the trees, the Ogre family were awoken once again by a sharp, staccato tapping on the old wooden door of their tumble down
cottage....

- Lady Nemesis 2006

Ghoulish things in small packages

2006-08-21T19:09:00.000-07:00

Little horned ghoulies from various years

Baby Noir

2006-08-16T17:10:00.001-07:00

Baby Noir, such a curious tyke,
Always woke in the middle of the night.

In the eerie glow of a full moon Baby Noir was born. Hi birth was not punctuated by the customary tears, but by a wolf like baying as he squirmed impatiently in his swaddling. Try as they might to console him, he remained energetic and restless until dawns early hours. When quite suddenly he settled into his quilt of clouds and slumbered deeply, though he fidgeted and flinched in hi sleep as if enjoying a vigorous romp or rough and tumble.
Noir was a placid and tranquil newborn. He often seemed earnest and intent in the study of his surrounds, quite satisfied with his own company and not looking to anyone else for amusement.
He was however extremely eager to be mobile and focused all of his energy on the task this becoming proficient at propelling himself about at an early age- first crawling, then toddling and finally walking and runny with surprising stealth. He displayed not only agility but outstanding dexterity and stamina. Despite the fact that he had uncanny bursts of energy late in the evening, when most youngsters are looking to sleep, his parents were aglow with pride and pleasure.
It didn�t take long for Baby Noir to work out that his nocturnal tendencies weren�t all together the norm. Though he wasn�t a child to fuss and complain he found more often than not that he was settled down for �bedtime� just as he was feeling most energetic and ready for activity.
So he took to exploring the darkened house while everyone else slumbered. Escape from his crib was hardly a challenge with his cat like ability to jump and land on his feet and he enjoyed the solitude of the sleeping household. Starting with his own room he investigated his way around touching and tasting and poking about in every nook and cranny or sometimes just sitting by the window and staring out into the darkness and feeling completely content.
As he got older and his parents took to checking on him less often during the night he was able to venture farther a field and all the while his proud mom and dad boasted to their friends that he �sleep right through the night.�
Later on Baby Noir�s adventures would progress until he was regularly venturing out into the night to observe the night creatures and even to communicate with them in a strange language that only he and his nocturnal playmates understood. These were the hours when he felt most alive as he frolicked and played, then just before dawn he would sneak back to his bed for the briefest of naps before morning. Understandably he also became very adept at sleeping with his eyes wide open.

-Lady Nemesis 2004

Sulleena Bags a gloom

2006-07-11T20:39:00.000-07:00

A good Gloom is just so hard to find. Sullena had been setting traps to snare herself a husband for months, each mantrap becoming less and less subtle.
She had started by using the magic of femme fatale wiles and every trick that had been passed down from her female kindred through the ages. She wore her best mourning frock and pinched her cheeks until they glowed with broken blood vessels. She teased her red tresses into great distress and battered her eye lashes until her eyelids ached.
When all this failed, she tried the �way to a man�s heart is through his stomach� theory; making betrothal meals laced with crushed sleeping pills. But once again her efforts failed; more stringent tactics were called for.
So Sullena took to searching the streets and bars after dark, looking for signs of what she deemed marriage material. Each time she spotted a candidate she went over her mental check list-
1- Human
2- Breathing
3- fingers nude of wedding bands.
JACKPOT!
She tailed her would be suitor a little way until he reached one of the quieter streets, then silently she drew the no fail, husband or bust , secret weapon from her bag; Great Grand mama�s (Great Grandma ma was thrice married and counting) patented man trapping rolling pin.
When the poor fellow least expected it, Sullena walloped him over the head, trussed him up like a Christmas turkey and made for the nearest celebrant.
Then Sullena and Her gloom would live (if he was lucky and the clunk on the noggin didn�t kill him) most Un-happily ever after.

THE END

Lady Nemesis 2002

Eliza Jane

2006-07-03T03:20:00.000-07:00

Sometimes when a life is taken suddenly, the spirit is not prepared to depart the mortal world and sthe deceased ends up in an eerie limbo between the mortal world and the after life while the spirit tidies up the unfinished business it perceives has been left unattended too.
That is exactly what has happened to poor Eliza Jane. She was whisked so quickly from the loving arms of her family that she isn�t able to go peacefully on to the afterlife��

Eliza Jane wanders the night unseen by mortal eyes; although she sticks mainly to the shadows, for even at her tender age, she knows that to be spotted unnecessarily by the living will surely prolong her limbo between stages. Night after night she searches for her mummy and daddy and Baby Flynn. She goes back again and again to the places she remembers, but unbeknownst to her several years have passed and her family are no longer there. They moved shortly after her death, tortured by memories and constant reminders of her heartbreakingly short life. But there is no way for Eliza to know how long it took for her to be processed after her death, time has no meaning beyond the restrictions of mortal life.
So on she wanders, sometimes thinking she catches a glimpse of her loved ones, only to find she is mistaken. She hugs her moldering teddy bear close, comforted by it�s presence, for although she sometimes sees other spirits in the same predicament as herself, mostly she is alone in her quest for closure. She hopes perhaps she will find her final resting place so that she might leave her family one last message.
Whether she finds her family or her grave, she wishes that she might find them soon, for she is tired now and Granny waits for her on the other side.

-Lady Nemesis 2004

ADRIANE- a custom order

2006-05-22T18:48:00.000-07:00

Adriane shook the last drops of water from her wings; she had just shampooed them and wanted them to look their most lustrous. She reached for her bottle of fairy dust- the secret ingredient that allows fairies to fly. It's an ancient recipe made from the ground tails of shooting stars and the 'breathe' of moonbeams and it works a little like the dust on a moth or butterflies wings.
Adriane was all ready to ring in the New Year- Chinese New Year! Ghoulie fairies love a celebration and Adriane and her friends had gone to great lengths to prepare for the festivities. Tonight they would farewell the year of the rooster and welcome the year of the dog. Adriane wore her new bodice, it's a custom in Chinese culture to wear a new outfit to see in the new year and she had been cleaning her fairy house all week, another tradition that is said to clean out the energy of the passing year and make way for good fortune and prosperity.

It was a sultry January Evening in Melbourne and Adriane headed to "China Town" in the city centre and the hub of Chinese New Years celebrations. She could see the fairy lights and paper lanterns and crowds of people as she approached little Bourke st-which was closed to traffic for the public party. Instead of cars the street was filled with entertainers, traditional dancers, musicians and contortionists and street hawkers cooking exotic cuisine, it's tantalizing aromas filling the air and making Adriane's tummy growl in anticipation.
Spicy drifts of incense wafted from flower strewn shrines where people made wishes for New Years prosperity, fortune and good luck.
Then Adriane heard the steadily increasing beat of drums in the distance heralding the arrival of the New Years Dragon, a colorful , many legged beast, raring it�s magnificent bearded head with it's great winking eyes as it wove and writhed down the street to chiming bells and beating tom-toms. Restaurateurs came out of their dining rooms to tempt the dragon with food and water, so that it might enter their establishments and banish any lingering evil spirits. The fairies who had gathered for the nights events danced above the crowds with excitement their ears ringing from the fire crackers and fire works.
At midnight Adriane and her friends attend a New Years feast- sitting at a specially prepared table groaning with delicious foods, brightly colored salads that all of the guests helped to toss together for luck, dumplings and hot pots, red fruits and vegetables ( red is a lucky color) and moon cakes for desert.
Full of delicious food and laden with left-overs the sleepy fairy friends winged homeward, their heads full of colors and lights, each of them eager to see what the New Year would hold in store for them

-Lady Nemesis 2006

Caught in the web

2006-05-18T16:34:00.000-07:00

Lilly spied a shining cobweb,
Shimmering in the morning sun,
She admired the spiders handy work,
And thought she's find out how it's done.

Ms spider was accommodating,
Lilly looked good enough to eat.
And she sharpened up her spinneret's,
To snare this tasty treat.

When the spider began spinning,
Lilly thought not of the danger,
Instead she was most flattered-
To be gifted by this stranger.

Ms spider was a touch perplexed,
That Lilly felt no dread.
All the time she chattered on,
As she was encased in silken thread.

And when Ms spider finished-
with her ghastly ghoulish wrap,
She was surprised to see her prey,
Was taking a comfortable nap.

Ms spider couldn't finish what
She had set out to do.
She found that although tempting,
Lilly was more than she could chew.

So the spider made a dinner,
That was easier to digest.
instead of being on the menu
Lilly was her special guest.

-Lady Nemesis 2006

2006-04-26T16:40:00.000-07:00

We like our Hell Cats BIG and pink!

Edwina

2005-12-22T10:04:00.000-08:00

Edwina was feeling waspish; or perhaps she was just hungry- for wasp.
Of late she was finding her appetites rather hard to sate , frankly she was becoming one finicky spider woman.
Edwina was a Black Widow of many and varying tastes and one did so tire of the usual insects day in and day out. How she longed for something more exotic to fly into her web; Tsetse fly or Fire Ant perhaps.
On the Amore front Edwina was faring no better and she yearned for romance with a tasty male morsel. Of Course there had been suitors-Ben the Redback, he had been attentive, but ultimately gristly. Then there was Rex the Huntsman, she had enjoyed his company until she noticed how plump and succulent his legs were. Harrison the Daddy Longlegs had proven most unsatisfying (as a main course that is) . Felix the Wolf spider had been a dish, but those pesky hairs did tend to get caught in ones fangs and Toby the Golden Orb Spider had been a pretty bauble to hang off her leg, but never a serious concern (He had been a slippery one to catch too, but Edwina rarely let her love interests escape unscathed.).
No Edwina wanted the whole package in a male- Good looking, entertaining, not to quick on his feet and ultimately delicious. I mean she wanted to have spiderlings of her own one day. But until he came along she would continue to spin her web and snack on insects.

Why look here comes Charles the Money Spider- pitiful really, so far out of his league� Oh well, perhaps just a nibble�.

- Lady Nemesis 2005