She raced herself up to her bedroom and called out to her Aunt Grimmes and the three visitors. The pale boy appeared first and the others joined him. They helped Lilo get out of the house through her tiny windows.








She was out and running in the snow as many others ran around, yelling out for help as tension filled the air.







Lilo was getting exhausted as the journey was too much for her tiny feet. The visitors helped her float in the smoky air and she was the newest flying girl in town. Lilo flew around town and she was aloft in the skies as those who cared to look, looked up to Lilo, who looked like a Mistletoe of good luck.






The visitors blessed her presence and she was up against the Soldiers of Gerrick and Throth. She spoke gently but firmly with the aid of the visitors, who became a symbol of Trinity amongst the peoples.








The people were touched and learnt a valuable and true lesson to love one another and give in to love and harmony. Lilo's parents joined the crowd as they watch their blessed child speak to all and beyond.






For Lilo had taught them all the True Christmas Story.





... The End...

Lilo was so tired and it was still just midnight. Nothing happened with the time and everything was just the same.







She was playing with her tiny and feeble fingers when a pale looking child, just like her invaded the room. He had eyes more than anyone and he spoke so softly. He spoke less and immediately held hands with Lilo and they were in the future times.








Things were so different and gray. Ash and smoke filled the ambience as both cities of Throth and Gerrick were no more. The war and killings went on and on, leading to the downfall of both great cities.







Lilo's mouth was ajar and her heart sunk in disappointment. The boy took her quickly to her room and he left her quickly too. Lilo was soon forced into a troubled sleep and she was awakened to a smoky Christmas morning.







She was terrified and raced herself downstairs to her parents, who were trembling in fear as explosives flew in the air. Lilo was warned earlier by the pale boy to show love on this Christmas day and love and harmony would return to both troubled Cities.







"Lilo dear, we have to stay indoors. The soldiers are doing their best to calm the invaders." Lilo's Father tried to assure her small yet bold heart.

This is my latest and spanking new Poem piece with the title, My Father's Car. It's totally fictional so don't read too much into it. Enjoy!




My Father's Car
Just as red
As the colour of dread
As I thought I was safe
As the coolest of breeze got to my face





My Father's House
The best of the best
I felt it was a nest
As I thought it was for the best
But it was only a fancy net





My Father's Bed
Just as soft and delicate
As my skin gently ached
As I let go of myself
As the thinnest of finest thread






My Father's Wife
For she was the finest of Dame
I had to call her another name
As she was never around
After that time she landed on the ground




My Father himself
He kept his love on a shelf
It was never around
As it never turned around

The visitor was gentle with Little Lilo and zapped her back to her room. The time was the same, as not a second was added to it. Lilo was already so tired as she had already seen enough.






She was still awaiting the second visitor when a plump and over dramatic lady with shiny boots appeared into her room after a while.





She laughed a lot and sometimes it felt as if she would combust in her rumbling and roaring laughter.






The plump lady held hands with Lilo and they were off the the present day time in Gerrick. It was past midnight but it was noisy and busy in the Palace of the King and the other significant Monarchs. The men were drinking, dancing immorally with a few too muscular looking ladies.








They had hair and make up available on them but they looked too much like Men - in fact, they were actual Men.







The King and the men in his cabinet went on and on with drinking and dancing until the muscular men attacked. The plump lady wasn't shocked at all as she was laughing out loud while Lilo watched in consternation and bewilderment.








The muscular women took off their fake hair and ran out of the building to the City's gate. They were Citizens of Throth. They secretly carried on with the plan as Chariots and Horses with Men on them quietly flooded the City.






Lilo was zapped once again into her room and the plump lady was with her no more.

Lilo and the first visitor, the past spirit flew to the past, revealing how things were in the ancient town of Throth. So much was finer and easier. It was vivid that it was also Christmas Eve as children were roaming around the colourful town, making merry for the season. Men and Women were full of gaiety as they readied themselves to celebrate with their families.





It was almost midnight and booming sounds of explosives filled the air.




Lilo was now too terrific as she was aloft in the air with the friendly visitor and they looked at what befell the then peaceful town. Explosives flew in the air and landed on properties and innocent lives.





Babies soon began crying and so were mothers as no one could rescue them. Allied forces from Gerrick and several other towns came as one to attack the town, taking properties and even people away. It was terrifying and Lilo begged to see no more.

Lilo was suddenly awakened that night and the skies were darker, she could smell anything green and unpleasant in her room and was almost about shouting out for her parents' arms and words of solace but her old Aunt Grimmes face was lit in her dark room.



Her Aunt still looked the same but she was more floaty and pale now. She had chains woven all around her like a ribbon and her eyes were green and incandescent, as if of flame.




Lilo was ashen in fear and terror and refused to say a word.
Her Aunt Grimmes spoke lightly to her. Her voice like a whisper saying, "You'll have three visitors tonight and you shall receive them as you've received me, my dear child."




Her Aunt suddenly disappeared and Lilo was fast asleep again.
She was awakened yet another time and a small voice echoed around the now too stuffy room. The voice was like a nightingale and Lilo wished she could sleep some more.




The skies were dark and darker and she couldn't see a thing outside her room window. The voice soon grew and face and even tiny hands, grabbing Lilo's and Poof, they were out of the present world to the past.

It was Christmas Eve and everywhere and even everyone was shiny and ready to do the usual activities of treating one another to amazing and tongue watering meals, exchange of highly priced gifts and even exchange of attractive ladies.




It was uncalled for as the people of Gerrick had no love amongst one another. It was only love for the foods, gifts and beautiful women they only cared about for every Christmas day.




The little daughter of Mr and Mrs Chad was only ten years of age. She was named Lilo and her features were so many, many people would rather call her an Angel.




She was a child of quite high esteem, unlike the others who rather went about destroying things and bringing bad names to their families.




Lilo was carefully tucked into bed that night as the skies twinkled with bright lights from the moon and the many stars. She thought about a few stories she heard from her parents about the shepherds, the wise men and the gifts for the infamous baby Jesus.




She longed to know more but soon, sleep deprived her the opportunity.

I read a very short yet detailed article about, 'The Stockholm Syndrome' and I wasn't satisfied enough but to talk much more about it.






I was given the privilege to do this and I gladly decided to do so. Patiently read and take in this short story piece and you should be much more enlightened about 'The Blind Love" syndrome at the end of it all. Thanks in advance.





 "It is I, Sophie. I'm Martin Rico, your father!". Sophie immediately threw up on his boots, making a scowl on his face. He hit Sophie twice across the face and ordered his apprentice to handle her.





  Sophie was bewildered by all of the events, making her belly constricted once more.





 "But why? Why are you doing this to me and my friends? Mom told me you vanished like a vapour right from the day I was born. Why did you disappear, Father?" Sophie managed to ask, the sides of her mouth evident with vomit stains.






 "Don't call me Father just yet for I am a very evil man."



- Culled from my 'Alabama Trips' Series.




Now that you've patiently read the short piece between a monstrous (not big but evil) father and an innocent daughter who is held captive, you should agree with me totally that Love is truly Blind and that's why we've 'The Stockholm Syndrome' to prove it.




Gladly, there are a few solutions so be patient enough to read the link below to check them out.





http://www.remenzack.com/2015/12/stockholm-syndrome-blind-love.html?m=1

http://www.remenzack.com/2015/12/earth-is-dying-yet-another-poem-piece.html?m=1



Earth is dying
Lying around like a piece of old gum
All we ever do is hum
Like cry babies waiting for milk





Honey nor milk
We have none
But all we have is wailing and crying in tons




Earth is dying
Who will be rescued?
Who will be saved?





Who will help the decayed?
I hope to wait till the last days
But I doubt it shall only take a day




Earth is dying
O earth is dying
Words and actions are yet the same
Written everywhere, wrapped in lies and shame




We ought to speak the truth
Even though for it is as painful as a bad tooth





For my earth is dying
For our earth is dying
Who shall rescue?
Who shall conclude?

My subconscious spits hot fire. Listen to her, http://www.remenzack.com/2015/12/rare-peek-of-my-subconscious-mind_10.html?m=1

http://www.remenzack.com/2015/12/our-stars.html?m=1



" The fault is indeed not in our Stars."



We are humans and probably one or two or even three times, we have admired the Stars.


How bright they can be every night even though scientists prove those shinning bright Stars are indeed already dead.


But they still manage to shine and that's pretty special and awesome to me. What do you think?



We humans have Zodiac signs too and I wonder if this is actually what "Stars" mean in another medium for a Word smith.



Our Stars (probably Zodiac signs) do not make us but we make ourselves.



If we've a fault or two, it is within us and not within our Star(s).


Making things better solely depends on you and no one else.



Be a Star for yourself today and for no one else.

Largas:

She likes me

Please stop. Talk about anything this shallow somewhere else.

9jaRonin:
TThe hunt for Red October
Patriot games
The sum of all fears....

All by Tom Clancy

Thanks for sharing.

Largas:
Remenzack, how do you get inspirations for your poems ?

I get inspiration from anything or anyone. I thank my Subconscious mind though.

1.Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling.
2. The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.
3. Divergent by Veronica Roth.
4. Animal Farm by George Orwell.
5. Breaking Dawn by Stephanie Meyer.
6. Twilight by Stephanie Meyer.
7. To kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.
8. The Da Vinci Code by Robert Langdon
9. The Fault in our Stars by John Green.
10. The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien.
11. The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks.
12. The Perks of being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky.
13. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (Chronicles of Narnia) by C.S. Lewis.
14. Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.
15. The Maze Runner by James Dashner.
16. The Silver Linings Playbook by Matthew Quick.
17. A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks.
18. The Help by Kathyrn Stockett.
19. Jurrasic Park by Micheal Crichton.
20. Charlotte's Web by E.B. White.
(Culled from Goodreads.com)

http://www.remenzack.com/2015/12/17.html?m=1



I am only just seventeen
Drawing closer and closer to my end of my Teens

I must have had a kid or two a few years ago
But I was so clean that I had to go

Far away from what could hurt me
Running to the hills to protect me

I'm far too clean
Ever neat
Like the cleanest garment
With no amends

I am only seventeen
But I have learnt enough of my lessons
Enough lessons to learn
Enough lessons to share

I'll speak
I'll learn more
I'll go to every inch
Just to learn some more.

I'm only Seventeen for now
I Mewl, Hiss and Mow
Acting like the world is on my head
When I don't even work for my daily bread
I'm still too young to worry
But I act like an inflammable lorry
I lock my door and cry inside
Acting like a beauty queen with pride
Beautiful opposites laying at my feet
I was stupid enough to even say, "Yes, Please."
When I become Seventeen again
I will be awake and live for another day
Watching and minding my mistakes
Like an elementary school without a break.
I decided to post "17 Again" here once again (without the link) since someone kindly commented and asked me to. I appreciate the love so kindly keep more coming. Thanks in advance.

http://www.remenzack.com/2015/11/17-again-poem.html?m=1
I just turned 17 so writing this poem was a really huge deal for me. I would appreciate if you read and studied this small piece. Comments are ever allowed so Email me if anything special chooses to occur.

Check this out, please. Comments are very much allowed.
http://www.remenzack.com/2015/11/the-sorcerers-apprentice-poem.html?m=1

http://www.remenzack.com/2015/11/chapter-two-of-alabama-trips.html?m=1
http://www.remenzack.com/2015/11/chapter-three-of-alabama-trips.html?m=1
More and More updated everyday on my Blog, www.remenzack.com.

It was a mid sunny day in the ever busy city of New York. The streets were busy as usual and evident that Summer was right around the corner. Flower shops were more colourful these days, as now orders of Sunflowers and sweet smelling Roses were everywhere, in and out of each shops. Beauty salons were making a lot of money these days too, as ladies were doing all they could to look good and travel around the world with their loved ones. Lana Gomez worked as a beautician and professional hair stylist in one of these beauty Salons. She was the brown skinned woman, with charming looks. She always looked sixteen with her tight skinny ripped jeans, white t-shirts and that pink apron, she always wore before and after every beauty masterpiece. She was New York's favourite and one time, she got featured in one of those New York Times daily newspaper cover. She was beyond amazing with looks and her work. She wasn't sixteen at all but she had a sixteen year old daughter, Sophie Gomez. Sophie was the replica of her Mother. She had a large face, small squinted eyes and beautiful hair. Her lips were always pale and purple like the weird scientific experimented Purple Hibiscus flower. She was tall, had the puberty 16 year old body sized and was super smart. Lana was extremely proud to have Sophie in her perfect life even though the life wasn't even that perfect, since her lover, Martin Rico fled far away and was never heard from again when Sophie was only just a baby.
The other world of Danielle Richards was luxurious and much more perfect. Danielle was sixteen as well but her height and achievement was unbelievable. She was the upcoming model, just like her elder brother, Jason Richards, the bad boy of the Media. Her Mother, Flora Richards was the City's district attorney and very famous as well when it came to those popular law suits you would come across on Tv or on the internet. Her Father, Ewan Richards was the business mogul . He travelled a lot and Danielle got to see him very less than often. She loved her family and how things were organised and perfect. She was locked up in her own make believe world, with great trips to many great places, her career was a boom and her best friend, Sophie Gomez was tagging along to their upcoming family vacation in Alabama.
Get updated everyday with Alabama Trips on www.remenzack.com.

My silence is so dark
As if it has been stuck in an ark
For many, many years
Wandering away finally with my tears
A flood of my tears
I've always shed
My silence is so many
Like bread and fish to feed many
But that's not all
It's as bitter as gall
I wished I died
When it was all lies
Lies that could destroy me
Lies that could destroy three
My silence is so dark
Like a tunnel or a dark hall
It's like a vapid colour
Filled with many terror
My silence is so dark
And someday I'll let go
Of my deepest and biggest ego
Because it would be too big and many
For me not to sleep and not to worry.
More and More on my Blog, www.remenzack.com.

Here comes another book series of mine and it's titled, Alabama Trips. It's new, fresh and coming up next. I've decided to forward things a bit and post the most relevant tips you need to be aware of before The Pilot of the book is posted.
1. Alabama Trips is the real American dream. It's really fun, hip, young and very free. Get cosy with the characters and get updated today.
2. It is my third book series and you've to imagine how amazing it has to be. I've put in so much effort into it so it definitely has to be worth your time, mind and understanding.
3. The book is about travelling. If you aren't a travel person (like myself), then this book is definitely for you too. Open your mind and get involved as fast as possible.
4. If you've that special friend then get ready for Alabama Trips. It's a book about friendship and what not. The throes of life that comes with friendship and family. It's really suitable if you've that special person(s) close to your heart.
5. Just get involved. It's worth it. Tell your friends about it today and get prepared. Coming soon to you on www.remenzack.com.

Kevin Spacey - Mr Cowell
Nicole Kidman - Sharon Mckibbens
Shailene Woodley - Susie Logan
Naomi Watts - Gwen Logan
Scarlett Johansson- Bethany Frank
Anna Kendricks - Dakota Logan
Josh Hutchison - Lucas
Mamie Gummer - Bella
Taylor Kinney - Duncan Johnson
Hailee Steinfield - Marie
Kathyrn Hahn -Taylor Mckibbens
Morgan Freeman - God (There isn't even a God character in the book lol)
My Blog is owned and managed by me, Remen Zack. Visit www.remenzack.com today to get involved. Nice comments are always welcome. Thanks in advance.

It was a bright, sunny, very sunny and promising Monday morning. The streets smelled of Coffee and Doughnuts. It was less busy and people were more chatty. It was unusual for a Monday morning.
 Susie Logan, a 24 year old assistant to Mr Cowell Johnson, the Managing Director of Made Well Publishing. Susie was smart, loyal and very meek. In fact, she was too meek and very loyal. Thanks to her Mother's stern upbringing back in the days.
 Susie had a younger sister, Dakota who fled a few years ago with boyfriend, Benjamin Foster, the rock star. They decided to take things to the next level, making Dakota dispose all and follow Ben to his infamous and not so talked about tours with his notorious band mates. Susie was brought up well. She was loved by her parents, before her Father's death. But after his demise, things changed. Her Mother vowed to surrender and give all to Susie and Dakota. And it worked out well, but only for Susie, all of the effort paid off. She was just 24, dating a good looking and responsible male in the same company as herself and was enjoying life to the fullest.
 She was never late to work, especially on Mondays. She had a good head on her shoulder, making her personality ooze out confidence. She was slightly tall, the heels she often wore made her seem taller though. Her teeth were perfectly set in her small, pout mouth and her hair was ever shiny in black, bold locks. Many of the other workers envied her style and calm personality. She was a goddess.
 Susie confidently walked into her small office. She had her own assistant, even when she was an assistant to Mr Cowell. There was a cup of hot coffee on her desk and also, a plastic plate of muffins. She licked her lips ceremoniously and was about taking a bite from the delectable looking muffins when the office phone rang vigorously. It shocked her momentarily, making the little hairs on her neck stand out. She calmed herself down with a sip of her hot coffee before taking the call.
 "Hello! Susie Logan, Made Well Publishing, here." She said in a clipped and relaxed tone.
 "Sus! Get in my office now and while you're at it, get me a box of cake, you know what I like, don't you?" Mr Cowell almost hollered on the phone. Susie was already accustomed to the mercurial ways of her boss of 2 years. She simply smiled and obeyed every of his little and senseless commands.
 "I do, Sir. I'm right on it". Then, Mr Cowell ended the call immediately. Susie quickly took another sip from her coffee and a big bite from the muffins. She was hungry but she had to get a big box of chocolate cake for her boss on an early Monday morning. How unusual and much of a fool's errand it was. She quickly ordered her assistant to get someone to get the cake job done. And when, it was done, Susie took the box of cake and entered Mr Cowell's office after a nanosecond of knocking on the door.