I've been slacking with my thank you's. I'm sorry, I've got a bit of catching up to do!
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First off thank you to BrownEyedMystic for the Spotlight Award! Her blog is a treasure trove of writing tips and heartfelt anecdotes. |
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Then there's two John's!
Thank's to John Smith, for the bold Faced Liar Award. He's an aspiring writer that blogs about anything and everything. And to John Wiswell for awarding it with a creepy twist. Wiswell posts flash fiction daily. I don't know if he really composes it all in his bathroom, but his stories are ever amusing, odd, and mind boggling. |
The rules of the game are to provide seven outrageous facts about yourself. Six are to be lies and one is to be true, or alternatively six are true and one is a lie. Is only one true, or is only one false? It's up to you to decide. Without further ado, the creepy version follows:
- I once had a one eyed hamster as a pet. It had two eyes when I first got it, but one day the hamster got so frightened that he jumped straight up into the air, and an eyeball popped out. Over the next few days it shriveled up like a little pepper corn, and fell off by itself. We called him Herbie One-Eye. He ended up living a long hamster life.
- One summer I worked in an old police station that had been converted into a museum. It had a working morgue that was complete with preserved body parts. Because it was so old, there was no central light switch and at closing time, I had to take a certain route to shut down all the lights. I worked my way from the morgue, past bloody crime scene reconstructions, and confiscated weapons, until I reached the front entrance of the building. I was usually running by then.
- Some of the confiscated weapons included diamond studded 'brass knuckles' made of gold. The museum was located in a rough neighborhood. The manager, a tough old Vietnam war vet, warned me to watch out because people would come in and 'case the joint'. They wanted to see if they could get to the gold and firearms. I worked there alone on the weekends.
- My grandparents have a family mausoleum. It's gated with steel bars. I've only seen it once in my life. I climbed up on the roof that day. There's a tiny unnamed grave there, where they laid to rest a baby that was stillborn.
- My parents banned me from reading when I was 11. I would sneak into the bathroom, run the shower, and pretend to take a bath. I would sit on the toilet seat with a book in hand while the water was running. Sometimes the books came into the bath with me. Many pages were ruined this way.
- I once lived in a haunted house. Sometimes when I was in the living room watching TV, I'd hear footsteps running up and down the stairs, even if I was home alone. It was an old house and the basement was unfinished. There were piles of dirt down in the basement. I didn't have the courage to dig in it and find out if anything was buried there. I kept that door closed as much as possible. We moved out when I was 7.
- My bedroom in our next house had a secret passageway. My brother was too scared to sleep in the basement, so I got the big room with the passage way. There were two closets. One closet was full of my clothes. The other was full of boxes, and my mom's old coats. It was like going to Narnia. If you crawled inside the coat closet, and pushed your way through all that old wool, there was a door that opened on the other side.
And I shall pass this on to three new bloggers whom I've only recently met through Serial Central:
JannaT
Leigh
Melissa Wright
I look forward to reading more from you lovely ladies!
And also sending this to Harry Markov, because I want to see his answers :D
Now, is only one true? or is only one false?
Hmmm, I think only one is true, and I think it's #5.
I shall reveal the answer after a few more guesses :D
Number 6 seems to have the ring of truth. Or that could just be because I know someone who had a similar experience.
This one wasn't true for me, but it was something that happened to a good friend of mine. I remember visiting that house once. It was spooky.
#1 is sick/funny and made me laugh out loud..it can't be true!
I'm going to guess #5 is the only truth. (I was a bookworm too; my mom would send me out to play, and I'd stuff a book down my shirt, ride my bike to another street and come back two hours later)
P.S. thanks for the recognition/award :)
You're welcome!
And actually #1 is true...
And so is #5....
You know I'm glad I'm not the only one whose parents worried about being too much of a bookworm hehe. Usually though it's the other way round.
Yeah, I think I'm going to guess #5 is true.. My parents thought I read too much (which I didn't think was possible..), but they never really banned me from reading. Thank goodness haha.
Thank you for the award! :)
You're welcome Melissa! I don't know if it is possible to read too much :D
So, I suppose if you haven't guessed it already... they're all true except for #6.
I was debating between 5 and 6 but leaning toward 6 being untrue. I considered 5 as false because I don't remember ever coming across ruined pages in your collection of books. Then again, I didn't know you until you were 13.
I used to borrow a lot of books from the library. They probably hated me! I ended up buying replacements for some of the books I own too.
6 is Nin's story, not mine :)
Amusing. I would not have guessed the correct lie. I always wanted a secret narnia passage of my own when I was young.
hehe I always wished the passage way would lead somewhere more interesting than the laundry room.
I'm terrible at guessing these things! I'm going to say that they're all true except #5, because that one's too terrible to consider.
Either way, you've either had an amazing life or you have an amazing imagination!
Oh, now I've read the comments. Well, I was close. ;)
I think most people picked number 5 because it's the worst possible thing to happen to a writer. Thanks Jen!