Sunday, November 27, 2016

December 14

for Sandy Hook Elementary 

It’s December
go to school
learn something

today starts normal
then he comes
without warning

fear is fired
from the smoking gun
I want to cry

my teacher dies
and so does
someone else I know

he looks right
at me
his eyes are death

we all cry
we’re all just little kids
this is not a game

a bullet comes...
Santa, can you hear me?
I don’t want toys no more

My Christmas wish
go home
see my mom and dad

I look at death’s
long face
and big crazy eyes

why did you
do this to me
why do all the tears fall

why do you hate me
I don’t know you so
why do I walk to the light?

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

This is OUR America, Not Trump's America

Let the title wash over you, breathe it in and exhale it out.  This is the catch phrase of the day "Trump's America" the apostrophe "s" denotes ownership. Since when did that happen, and where is my payment for the sale? But this is supposed to our America, not your America or my America.

Regardless of who you voted for, this is our America. There 535 people in Washington DC that are supposed to represent US. Make them accountable. If you know how government works then you should be pressuring the congress.  But maybe I am just a dumbass (because I might as well call myself names since that is what a lot of people do, on both sides of the aisle. Name calling- because that will get you far in life, poopy head).

I was not exit polled. So unless a poll is done for every single person that voted, no one can extrapolate anything. Because this election is nothing like other elections. 

I am sick of being pigeon holed. I am Caucasian, college educated, female, rural dwelling (my mail is delivered in a vehicle not in a mail truck and live in the heart of coal country Pennsylvania) and I voted for Hillary Clinton. OH MY GOD, you mean someone is an OUTLIER. But of course how would anyone know that? Just lump everyone together.

Speaking of lumping together. I don't need a safe space.  I am not protesting. I am not a millennial. I am really sort of between Gen X and millennials. I never got a participation trophy. I don't even know what one is.  I believe in human rights and if that makes me a liberal elite then so be it (by the way it is a liberal elite?)

I am one those strange people that listen to and think with my own thoughts. OH MY GOD! WHAT A HORRID PERSON.

I can actually read news and discern for myself the level of biasness in a political piece. I am not loyal to any party and as you know I will say shit about both parties.

According to my local paper, 72% people in my county voted for Trump. That means 28% voted for Clinton, Johnson or Stein.

You what to know what it's like here?  Most people in my county do not  make even close to the median income. Industries include logging and coal mining. Many mines are closed yet there are still some that run. The town I live in is dead. Downtown is a strip of empty buildings, a pizza place, a dentist, a couple of stores, a Chinese place, some offices and beauty salons. There are two grocery stores. In between my town and others, there is nothing but trees and mines. There are no good paying jobs in the area. Most jobs you have to either travel over a mountain or drive to Clearfield and Dubois. You have crappy jobs pared with unaffordable healthcare premiums and deductibles, what are you left with? People around here just see the Washington fat cats  while they have nothing.  So when DT says he's going to bring jobs back, reduce regulations on coal these people listen and they believe him.  Unfortunately, the democrat party did not appeal to these people like Trump did.  What they see is the democrat party taking care of everyone else but them.

Now, this is based on my own observations in my own microcosm in Pennsylvania, which is vastly different from other parts of the state. I am not defending DT or the people who voted for him, but I thought maybe people on a larger scale should understand their point of view.

Am I happy Trump won? No. Would I like to say he was a great president? Yes, I would. I hope that he does renegotiate better trade deals so we all win, but no one can say either way. DT is unpredictable, scary yes but that also means we cannot predict anything about him.  I don't condone his language or many of his plans,  but I like to have faith in the congress and checks and balances.

Now, is the time to write letters to your congress people, Make them represent you and your district. Let your voice be heard. And with the internet, it makes it even easier to contact your congress person. I have already sent letters to raise minimum wage, to keep abortion legal and keep Social Security public. Maybe it doesn't seem much to you;  I am one person and at least I am doing something.

Friday, November 18, 2016

The Wolf's Red Rose by JM Scott is FREE until 11/21/16

Hey all just a quick post to let you know The Wolf's Red Rose is FREE  in all markets until November 21, 2016.

It is a retelling of the classic fairy tale, Little Red Riding Hood, told from the wolf's point of view.

One of the things I always like about this book, is the language. The wolf is a poet. And he writes quite poetically most of the time.

This story was actually inspired by a writing prompt. I started working on it years ago then stopped. A couple of years ago, I was typing some stuff from an old journal and I found this story and fell back in love with it. So I finished it and made it in a to a book.

If you grab a copy, I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you.

Monday, November 7, 2016

VOTE TOMORROW- November 8, 2016

Hello all, Here we are at the end of this election season- can I hear a HALLELUJAH? 

Regardless who wins tomorrow- it will be an election for the history books. Either the first woman president will be elected or a Washington outsider/ business man would be elected.

I cannot stress enough- if you are registered to vote, exercise your right. There are plenty of people in this world who would love to vote for their leaders and do not get that opportunity.

I am not going to tell you whom to vote for; it is your choice.

Remember, the electoral college actually selects the president. Typically, they follow popular vote but this is not always the case. The 2000 election between Al Gore and George W. Bush is evident of that.

But you do vote for members of congress. If you want change don't vote for an incumbent. I would suggest not voting straight ticket, but again that is your choice.

Like it matters what I think... Here are the people I am voting for.

President/Vice President- Hillary Clinton/Tim Kaine. I would vote for Gary Johnson if he logistically had a chance of winning but he does not. I do not believe Hillary is the lesser of two evils and I think she would make a fine president.  I am hoping for bi-partisanship between the Democrats and Republicans.

PA Senator- Katie McGinty. This vote has nothing to do with her being a woman or a Democrat but the very fact Pat Toomey did not want to stand up and say give Merrick  Garland a hearing. I feel as if he doesn't do anything in congress.

PA 5th District- Glenn Thompson. Because my husband personally knows him and says he is a good guy.

State Elections-

Auditor general- Roy Minet
Attorney General- Josh Shapiro
Treasurer- James Babb
State Senator District 35- Wayne Langerholc
PA House District 73- Tommy Sankey. Sankey is a Republican, although I feel he is more centrist and I feel like he is doing good job in the state house.

It seems like Pennsylvania matters tomorrow. And there are all these rumors about election watchers and other mayhem. You know what I think will happen tomorrow...

I will go to my polling place a little after 7 am. I will wait in a small line. I will give the older woman my name and then I will sign my name. I will notice that my brother-in-law has not been in yet. I will wait for a machine. I think there are three or four of them. The election attendant will get me set up and I will vote. More than likely,  I will spend about ten to fifteen minutes  in the polling place. There will be no crazy people around. It will be like every other time I vote.

So folks- get out and vote. Until next time...

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Trick or Poem by JM Scott

Hey all, I am proud to announce my 16th Kindle book, Trick or Poem.

There are 31 Halloween or horror themed poems.  And...

It is free until October 31, 2016.

Here is a sample poem:

Piece  Love and Dismemberment

forbidden knowledge 
of tortured souls
adults only human sacrifice 
classic horror-
the act of cutting tearing pulling 
it was a night to dismember 

Salem and the Hawthorn Hotel
splattering the steamy 
solar eclipse vacation policy
with scary stories, the severed arm 
and the bag of bones 

the best kind of people
dead with Pac-Man eyes
mortician chainsaw and hatchet
fragmented transformation 

a man found dead 
among haunted house props
the gory legend folds itself
into a paper football 

I stir the stars
say the words
and my Halloween boyfriend
tears the veil between our worlds
and then my jugular. 

Many words gathered from Bing search pages 1-10 using the term “Halloween Dismemberment.”

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Things in Fall

I know it's been awhile since I written, I lost time somewhere. A whole month just vanished, at least that is what it feels like. I have a shit load of things to say, so I am just going to with the abridged version.

Thought 1

One of the biggest draws about Donald Trump is that he speaks what is on his mind. And while that is his first amendment right, my question is if I said exactly  what was on my mind, especially on Facebook, how many friends would I have left? I am thinking five. I suppose since I am not famous like DT, then I don't get the same pass as he does. I really think we should change that. I think I should say whatever I want, and everyone will come to my defense.

Thought 2

I know it's late, but DT claimed almost a billion dollar loss for the 1995 tax year and it had the internet in an uproar. Since it is apparent, his accountant broke no laws. Then the real problem is with the tax code. The folks that change the tax code is congress. So who do you think you should be bitching to?

Thought 3

Paul Ryan, current speaker of the house, has a plan to really to bring trickle down economics to fruition  if DT becomes president. Yes, I want to live in a world where profits are more extreme and the workers get nothing better (not). Look at Wal-Mart. Profit every year and they just recently decided to give more to the workers. So corporate taxes are one of the highest among developed nations but does cutting taxes really mean that it will trickle down? Wouldn't that depend on the folks in charge, and golly cutting corporate taxes really only means a bigger bonus for the CEO. So please, I am asking for my own knowledge, if anyone can provide an example of how trickle down worked, please share it with me. I think if the people who buy shit  had more spending power, then profits will be inevitable. There is a lot more non rich people than rich people.

Thought 4

My kid changed my name and now I have to wait another couple of months before I can change it back. But no worries, I am still JM Scott.

Thought 5

Dear members of all media, can we have one day without talk about Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump. No talk about the vice presidents either. Is it possible to turn off the bull shit this election has become?  I am tired of constant deflection because it seems like the only thing anyone is doing. For example, "you think my candidate sucks, well your candidate does or did this?" Let's talk issues, does anyone still know what those are?

Thought 6

I'm done with this year's election. I just want it over.

Thought 7

You got election blues?  Everyone should follow several animal pages on Facebook because at least animals are cute and interesting. I love Pandas and I spend a lot of time looking at Panda videos.

Thought 8

I have nine poems left to write for my upcoming Halloween/ horror themed poetry collection Trick or Poem. I am shooting for a release date of October 24, 2016.

And that is about it. I am sure there was more but I can't think of anything else. Take care. Until next time...

Monday, September 5, 2016

Zero November- A Creepypasta Zero Story

Novie slipped in through the kitchen door. Her mother sat at the table on the phone and computer.  As she tried to move past her unseen, her mother hung up the phone.

“What are you doing here, Novie? I thought you had practice until four.”

“I didn’t feel like going.”

“Are you sick?”

“No, I just didn’t feel like going. Maybe, I don’t want to be a cheerleader anymore,” Novie said and ran up to her room. She slammed the door and turned on her computer.

“I can’t believe your mom actually let you quit,” Jersey, Novie’s best friend said, as she lay on her stomach on the thick, deep- purple comforter on Novie’s bed.

“Not really. She tried to get me back on the squad even called  coach Kim, but no deal. Kim said if I were a happier and a more devoted cheerleader she might consider it. Now, mom is on this kick of finding something else for me to do.”


“How the hell should I know? I guess she wants her alone time whoring around,” Novie said and changed the radio.

“You know,  Halloween is like three weeks away. What do you want to go as? I was thinking we could be villains from Once Upon a Time. I want to be Regina.  You could be Zelena. Or I could be Zelena and you could  be Regina.”

“We always dress up in some cheesy, matching Halloween costumes,” Novie said.

Jersey frowned, “okay Nov, then what do you want to dress up as?”


“The Creepypasta Zero?”


“Why? Isn’t she a little, I don’t know, creepy?”

“That’s the point isn’t it? It is Halloween.” Novie got off the bed and went to the closet and pulled out the outfit she had been assembling for the last week. “I pretty much got everything I need except the hair dye, the colored contacts and the sledgehammer.”

“That’s cool. I guess;  I could go as a Creepypasta character as well.”

“Why don’t you dress up who want to be? I think you would be an awesome Evil Queen. You love wearing fancy dresses.”

“I know, but it’s like our best friend thing.”

“Just because we are dressing differently, doesn’t mean we are not still best friends.”

Two weeks before Halloween, Novie found her mom downstairs.

“Mom, can you order these things for my Halloween costume?” Novie gave her the list.

“White hair dye, white contact lenses, a sledgehammer? We don’t have the money for this. If you need this stuff so bad, why not ask your father for the money?”

“How do we not have the money? He pays child support and alimony,” Novie snapped.

“First of that money goes to the bills and the food.”

“And it is supposed to pay for my clothes as well.”

“Yeah clothes you wear to school, not expensive Halloween costume crap. If you want this shit, ask your father for the money.”

“Fine,” Novie said and marched off.

Her dad answered on the first ring, “November, what is it? I’m a little busy.”

“Dad, this won’t take long. I need some money to buy things for my Halloween costume and mom said we don’t have the money and she told me to ask you.”

She heard him count to ten quietly on the other end. He took a breath in and said, “fine call Tracy and tell her what you need. Tell her I said to get what you needed.” Then he hung up.

At least she was making progress for her costume. She could tell her dad was pissed, and she also knew he would be calling her mom later on to bitch her out. Novie didn’t blame him. Why is that her mother got  pretty nails and fancy clothes and Novie was left shopping the bargain bin?

Tracy, her stepmother, was eager and pleased to help Novie out.

“One of my friends is a hairdresser. I can take you over tomorrow and she will color your hair white. Since your hair is so dark anyway, it might be the best to have a professional do it.”


“Yeah, maybe if you want,  we can spend some time together.  Do you need anything else for your costume?”

“No, I have the outfit already.  I had to buy the tights but the rest I had in my closet.”

“How about I pick you from school?” Tracy asked.


When she arrived home from spending all afternoon with Tracy, her mother was pissed.

“What the fuck is this? Why did you ignore my calls? Where the hell was you?”

“I was with Tracy.  She paid for my hair. I think it looks nice. Instead of all white, the hairdresser said I should do a black and white ombre.”

“No, it looks like shit. It’s funny how she has all this money to waste on you but I can’t get any more from that lying sack of shit. You know he called me this morning. Fucking prick.”

“That lying sack of shit is my dad!” Novie screamed. “And Tracy is nice and she wanted to hang out with me. She bought the rest of my Halloween costume and we ate at Applebee’s and went shopping. We had fun.”

“I would say, go live with your father. But he doesn’t want you either.”

“Fuck you, mom!”

Novie’s mom, slapped her across the face. Novie started to cry, she ran up to her room.

Novie came home from school and there was a large package on the doorstep. She picked it up and smiled. It had to be the sledgehammer. She looked at the box closer and something was strange about it.  Her name was written on the box in a black marker, but not her address. There was no shipping label or a return address. It was like it just appeared out of nowhere.  A chill raced down her spine as the October wind picked up and swirled leaves around her.

She brought the box to her room and opened it. Inside was a sledgehammer, but not the sledgehammer she picked out from eBay. This had a painted white wooden handle with strange rune-like markings on the shaft.  The top was black and made from what appeared to rubber. Etched in the rubber and painted in white was the number zero with a line through it, a computer zero.  Novie took it out of the box.

As she held it in her hands, a warm feeling radiated from the sledge hammer through her hands, up through her arms, to her heart. This was hers. It was meant for her. It was like that feeling she got when chose out her puppy from the shelter before he parents divorced. He was a skinny, skittery little black dog with a big brown spot by his tail. She had a connection with him and had to have him. Of course, when her parents divorced  less than a year ago, Tartan had to go back to the pound because her mother couldn’t afford to take care of him. She had a connection with the sledgehammer. This was meant to be. Kismet.

She woke on Halloween morning, kissed the sledgehammer that she had been sleeping with since she got it. Lucky for her, Jersey has not wanted to come over in awhile. Otherwise she would think it was weird that Novie had received a sledgehammer and that she had been sharing a bed with it, even cuddling it like was her childhood lovey. And really Novie, didn’t want Jersey coming over anymore, and she never saw her except for school. She told her that her mom grounded her, but the truth was she had to get home from school and be with the sledgehammer. She would spend all her time laying  in bed with it, stroking it, talking to it, doing things with it.

Novie popped the white contact lenses in. She got them a couple of days earlier and started wearing them full time. The whispers started when she had her dyed, but it got worse with the contacts. Novie didn’t care  about those posers anymore. She couldn’t believe she used to want to be friends with them and maintain her status. All that mattered now was the sledgehammer.

She  slipped on the black and white tights and the black jean cut off shorts. She put on a black bra and her black fishnet shirt and a black tank top. Separating her hair in the center, she put it up in pig tails. Lastly, she slipped on the finger-less gloves. She picked up the sledgehammer and swung it around.

“Oh my god, this would make a killer video.”

Novie grabbed her phone and started recording. She claimed to be Zero, swung at the full-length mirror and shattered it.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry. I love you.  I’m so sorry,” Novie said and cradled the sledgehammer. She kissed it once again. Then turned off her phone.

“So I can’t take you to school, but we will be going out tonight. There is a poser party at Riley Mondoon’s house. And we are going to be  awesome,” Novie said to the sledgehammer, kissed it once again and left.

  Novie carried the sledgehammer over her right shoulder with her hand firmly on the shaft.
Never had she felt more alive, more purposeful. Tonight was going to be her night; she knew it. Her mother was standing in a slinky nurse’s costume on the phone, like always.

“Well you were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, we are going to be late for the party,” her mother said to her boyfriend of the week.

Novie felt like she was drifting away, a voyeur on her own life.  She let the sledgehammer fall from her should so that the center of the shaft was in her hand.  Grabbing it with her other hand, Novie swung it until connected with her mother’s head. The skull snapped and cracked and blood shot out from the wound. Her mother fell to the floor, twitching. She was still alive, but couldn’t speak to whoever was on the phone.

She heard his voice.  He yelled for her mother. Her mother groaned and gurgled.

“Happy Halloween, Mom.”

It was eight and it just started getting dark out. Novie wandered the streets on her way to the party. She had blood on her face and hair and on the tool. Little kids in their cowboy and princess costumes screamed when they saw her and ran to their mommies. At Riley’s house, she slipped into the shadows on the side of the house. She saw Jersey and some other girls from the squad all dressed like villains from Once Upon a Time. Funny how that was their best friend thing. Perhaps if, Jersey was a bit more understanding she would have continued to be her friend instead of ditching her.

“Jersey,” Novie yelled from the shadows.

“Novie, is that you? I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Can you come here?”

Jersey appeared, “I’ve missed you, Nov. What’s been going on with you?”

“Sure you’ve missed me, that’s why you stopped coming over. You were jealous because I had this,” Novie said and showed her the sledgehammer.

“Well, it’s really cool. But why I would be jealous of a stupid sledgehammer?  It’s just a cool prop. I think this costume fits you.  You look awesome.”

“It’s not a prop;  it’s real. I’m real.”

“Novie?” Jersey asked.

Novie held the sledgehammer in her hands. She smiled.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Novie swung it at Jersey’s face. Her nose and teeth broke. Jersey fell against the wall and almost to the ground.   More blood sprayed over Novie.  Jersey tried to scream but Novie swung the sledgehammer again hitting her once more in the face, but this time her face was smashed against the brick wall. Jersey collapsed to the ground and her face looked like  it melted behind a mask.

Not knowing what to do next and feeling damn good and alive, Novie went to the backyard.  Halloween lights were  strung up in the patio. Hip-hop wafted through the open sliding glass door. Guys laughed and girls squealed. There were a couple of guys sitting on the patio, smoking a bong. She sauntered closer to them, with her trusty sidekick slung on her shoulder.

“Damn, Novie. You are hot,” Shane said. “Why don’t you come over here and sit on big papa’s lap?”

Shane, the player, he had a go around with everyone else but not her. She was never interested him and his sleazy ways. She used to prefer guys who weren’t jocks, smart guys,  not nerds, but the smart, brooding, hotties. Tonight,  playing with Shane would be fun.

“Hey Shane, what are you supposed to be?”

“A pirate and I want some booty! And yours looks like a fine treasure.”

The others laughed. Novie laughed and came closer until she was standing in front of him. “So is this what you want?” she asked.

“You going to give it up, or am I going to take it?” He asked.

The two other guys chortled.

“You know you are going to have to take it from her,” one said.

“Look at how she wants you,” the other said and inhaled from the bong.

“Oh, I was thinking about doing the taking,” Novie said slyly.

The guys whooped. Shane sat back in the chair, “I’m all yours, baby.”

In one fluid motion, she held the sledgehammer in her hands. It was an extension of her; she was one with it.  She whipped the sledgehammer and whacked Shane’s head like a baseball. Blood squirted from the side of his face.

“And I think that is a home run, fellas. Isn’t that what he wanted?”

One of the guys screamed and ran inside. The other grabbed his phone and called 9-1-1. With the commotion, people from party came to the door. The guy inside was screaming. Novie leaped over to the guy on the phone and struck him. His phone went sailing into the grass and more blood rained on her. She loved the way it felt when hit her face and then dripped down. It was like art. Everyone had their phones out. They had to be recording. She was famous. She was Zero.

“November, stop!” Riley yelled.

The crowd parted. He had a shotgun in his hand. He cocked it.

She went for him and he fired into her eye and out the back of her head taking brain bits with it. She wavered and dropped the sledgehammer and then fell to the ground.

Eleven Months Later

“Sargent, we have a problem?” Officer Madeston said on the phone from the evidence room in Meridan Police Department.

“What’s that?”

“That sledgehammer, which was used to kill all those people last Halloween, is gone.”

“What the hell do you mean gone?”

“It was here last week, when I did my weekly  inventory and now it is not. I looked at the video and no one left with it. No one came in here but me.”

“For Crissakes, how the hell does a sledgehammer just walk out of a secured police station?”

Zero-Creepypasta,  written by ZombiePunkRat inspired this story.