I Don't Control My Characters In A Story ... They Are Themselves!

I Don't Control My Characters In A Story ... They Are Themselves!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee









Don't judge me by my characters in my stories ... they are true to themselves. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Photo is of me ... owned by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  This is what Victoria Fairchild looks like ...








A quick note here ... I am writing on my Victoria Fairchild Saga for a short time.  At times it gets down and dirty.  Life is like that in the life Victoria Fairchild lives.



I do not speak for my characters as I write them in my story.  They speak, do the things they do ... because ... that's 'who they are'.  You might not like them ... I might not like them or the things they do ... but, it's ... their life.



Life isn't always beautiful ... there are the scary, ugly sides we don't get to see ... because they are normally hidden ... until someone with a sharp eye ... spots something that causes suspicion.



I never know ahead of time what's going to happen ... I read as I write ... sometimes I am very excited to see what's going to happen.  Sometimes ... I am saddened by the things that go on ... sometimes, angry.



So don't judge me as you read my stories/story ... you can't tell my characters what to do no more than I can.  They are true to themselves.  Like you ... sometimes ... I don't like all that comes out of their mouths ... nor the things they do.  Like real life ... we can't control everything.  When I write it is true life in a true story ... my characters' stories.



I felt I needed to write this so my readers would understand ... everything I write about Victoria Fairchild is a story to entertain ... you will see some of everything from violence, sex ... happiness, sadness.  Life is the same in the world of telling stories.  So ... here we go!








Note by this Author:  I felt I needed to write this to let my readers know about parts of Victoria Fairchild ... it can get mean ... ugly down in the dirt ... as well as good, happy.  By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Part 7: Herds of Animal-People Came ... Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues

Part 7:    Herds of Animal-People Came     ... Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues

Photo taken, owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates ... of my own eye ... for my Victoria Fairchild Saga story.  Story owned/written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.









Story/Photos written/owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... dedicated to Nancy Smith Satterwhite to read as she recovers from surgery.  I hope you are much better today than yesterday my friend.






Who knew there were animal-people in the forest of Rainbow Mountain? By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.








Victoria watched the children.  She couldn't believe such children existed.  She knew if she didn't have the powers she had ... the children would have already attacked her.  She was just a shadow to them ... but, if she changed back to herself ... they would attack, rip her to shreds to eat her.



Victoria decided to experiment ... only for a moment to see if what she thought was true.  For a moment ... she made herself appear to several of the animal-monster children.  Chaos broke out ... they all clamored to get to her ... the growls and howls were ungodly.  The man came running to see what was wrong.  He was ready to use his cane.  Victoria changed back into a shadow ... she wasn't there anymore.  She was right ... they were going to rip into her.



She had to decide how to get something done here ... who to go go to with her discovery.  Also ... how to tell it without revealing her special powers.



Victoria settled back to observe how they lived, behaved.  They never knew she was there.



She saw a boy of about 13 appear from one of the darkened holes in the cave.  He walked to a little girl of about 10, grabbed her by her long blonde hair.  He grunted at her ... pushed her down on all fours and mounted her.  Animals ... monsters ... animals ... monsters!  Victoria felt nausea ... she couldn't believe the brutality of the rape ... or their ... natural way of life.



This created excitement in the herd of animal-children.  They all began to copulate.  Victoria's eyes went to the evil man ... she watched him as he played with himself.  He was enjoying all the excitement ... he was getting off on it!



She watched him get up ... she saw he had an erection ... she knew what he was going to do.  It almost brought Victoria out of hiding ... but, no ... this went on here all the time ... this was their life. She had to learn more.



The evil man walked to a girl of about 14 who had also, come from the darkened hole in the cave. She was naked ... thin, had dark brown hair.  She had a wild, pretty face with full lips.  The man grunted to her ... she immediately bent over for him to mount her.  She had done this many times ... her movements were too smooth ... been done a lot.    He bit her on the neck as he thrust into her. The evil man grunted, groaned as he climaxed into the girl.  He bent down ... licked her dry.



The girl wanted more ... she jumped up into his arms.  He held her tightly as he became erect once more.  He went to sit down with her in his lap.  Victoria saw the young girl mount the evil man ... as they began kissing wildly.  This was a woman-girl who knew too much for her age ... in a normal world.



Victoria had a lot to think about ... she watched the life inside of the cave with pure shock.  She thought she'd seen everything ... today taught her that even more things went on in this world than she imagined.  She thought ... oh my God.




She heard howling, grunts coming from the way she had followed the herd inside the cave.  What was it?  She saw them coming ... another herd of animal-children-people!  Older people this time in the herd!




She heard the screams of a woman before she saw her.  She was being dragged into the cave ... all the animal-children quieted down ... Victoria had this awful feeling ... sure enough ... all the animal-children closed in for the kill!  The screaming was ungodly ... there wasn't anything Victoria could do ... special powers or not.



Thankfully ... the screaming didn't last long ... she saw the woman's heart in a little boy's hands ... he held it up to his mouth ... it was still beating.



Victoria knew this was a hunting party with older adult animals.  She watched them as they taught their talents to the younger one through grunts, gutteral sounds.  No one seemed to know words.



Finally ... Victoria had had enough.  It was time for her to leave.  She had to figure out how to make this cave be found ... the animal-people found.  Pure human monsters!



Victoria's shadow drifted as it found its way out of the cave.  She drifted through the thick foilage that hid the entrance.  She wouldn't change back to her human form until ... she got to her van.  Too dangerous.



She stood at the door of her van ... unlocked the door ... got in and closed it.  She locked the door back, started the motor.  As she looked up she was startled to see ... a herd of animal people coming toward her!  She put the van in reverse ... then went forward as they began attacking her van.



Victoria never lost her cool ... she kept on driving until they all fell away.  She had to get home ... she had a lot of thinking to do!  How was she going to handle this ... who had ever heard of such a thing and ... who, how was she going to get anyone to believe her.  She had to find a way to lead the authorities here plus ... protect them at the same time without them knowing about her.



Victoria's thoughts were going a hundred miles a minutes as she drove to her home.  She had 10 miles more to go ... she couldn't wait to get into her safe home to think.



To be continued ...

Part 6: They Ate What They Killed

Part 6:    They Ate What They Killed      ... Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues


By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee   (dedicated to Nancy Smith Satterwhite ... I hope you recover soon from your surgery!).

Photos/story owned/written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  Who knows what lives in the woods?

Victoria could hear the growls coming from the children.  She followed the sounds without getting too close.  The trees blocked her view.  Victoria became a shadow ... no one could see her now.


She blended in with her surroundings ... her shadow moved slowly ... no one would ever notice.  She got close to the children ... the big man.


Victoria studied the children's faces, their bodies.  The children had an awful smell of blood, feces, urine.  They were wild children ... they didn't act like normal children ... they were animals ... human animals.  Little human animals who have never known love, nurturing.  A pack of animal humans!


She watched the big man ... he appeared to be intelligent, controlling.  He had a cane he used to tap a child back to where he wanted it.  The animal children respected the man ... when he grunted, nodded ... prodded a child with the cane they responded.


Victoria decided to test an idea.  She became herself for a split second ... changed back to a shadow. Several of the human animals saw her ... they attacked the area where she had stood.  Victoria saw sharp pointed teeth ... viciousness on each child's face ... the growling was ungodly. They were attacking thin air and each other.


The man growled at them ... throwing each away from the other.  He threatened them with the cane.  After several moments they quieted down.  Victoria saw for herself what the human-animal children would do to a person.  Oh, my God, she thought.  She had never heard, seen or thought there were such things in this world.


Victoria wanted to follow them to their den ... to where they lived in the forest.  She would decide what to do once she knew where they lived.  She did know something had to be done.  Victoria felt sure she'd just discovered what was happening to people who came to Rainbow Mountain Park.


People were missing ... some people had been attacked by what they didn't know ... it happened so fast.  The ones who lived to tell about being attacked were lucky.  Victoria wondered why some people lived after an attack ... Ms Nancy was one of the fortunate ones.


When the animal-children attacked a person ... it was a matter of minutes before all the flesh was eaten ... organs.  She had watched the man bury the bones of the person they ate earlier.  He had placed rocks over the grave ... no one would know the difference.


Monsters ... human animals ... children!  Victoria was having a time believing what she saw, heard. Yet ... there it all was ... just in front of her.  How did this begin ... who was the man ... she had all sorts of questions in her mind.  Why?


She followed the pack of monsters ... listened to their growls.  Not one child spoke a single word. Victoria would bet they didn't talk in words.  Grunts, growls ... strange sounds came from their lips.


The pack came to a complete stop along the path.  The man looked around as he pulled back a thick curtain of foliage ... Victoria could see an opening leading into darkness.  She would blend well in the darkness.  No one would ever know she was there.


Victoria waited until the pack of monsters and man entered the hole.  The man was last ... he turned ... dropped the heavy curtain of foliage.  Victoria waited five minutes ... entered the dark cave behind the curtain.


She could hear the animal-children.  Victoria could see in the darkness as she was darkness ... a shadow of herself.  They walked forever it seemed.  Victoria could see a soft glow of light ahead. She saw more children ... how many children were here?


The animal-children ran to the fire ... sat around it.  She could see their faces in the light.  They looked like children but, she knew differently.  These children weren't raised to be children ... they killed when they saw people.  They ate what they killed.



To be continued ...

Part 5 ... Strange Growling Sounds In The Woods

Part 5:    Strange Growling Sounds In The Woods      ... Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee  (dedicated to Nancy Smith Satterwhite)

Photo owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... The Woods.  If we all knew what was in the woods ... we'd be very afraid.

If we knew what was in the woods ... we might not ever venture into them again. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee for my Victoria Fairchild Saga.

Victoria laid back against the wall in the hollow of the tree.  It was pretty comfortable ... she would be alright here until the next day.  If it rained she would be fine.  This was a good spot to camp in ... up in the tree.


She opened her bag ... took out a can of potted meat, crackers.  She got a plastic knife to put potted meat on the crackers.  This would be good to nibble on ... it would take a long time to eat.  Victoria loved foods that took a while to eat. She enjoyed thinking while taking time to savor the flavors.


It would be dark in a couple of hours.  She was glad to just sit for a while to relax ... sense, feel her surroundings ... rest her body.  It was even kind of fun to be sitting up in a big tree high above the ground.  She felt like a kid again.


Victoria perked up ... she thought she heard a noise.  She tensed up to listen.  She waited ... she didn't hear anything.  Victoria relaxed once more in her tree hollow.  She had a bad feeling ...


The night passed by quietly.  Victoria awoke at all times of the night ... this was her habit.  She liked to wake up at all times of the night ... it gave her a chance to feel things out ... know everything was okay around her.  Some people complained about waking up all times of the night ... not Victoria.


Victoria repacked her black bag, climbed down from the tree.  It was time ...  She began walking on the faint trail through the woods.  No one could hear her ... she walked quieter than the wild animals around her.


She wasn't sure what she was looking for ... she knew she would know when she found it.  Her senses were on alert for any sound ... even the tiniest sound.  Victoria had keen hearing.


She began to sense more than hear ... a sound she couldn't identify at first.  It was like a lot of growling sounds not from one animal ... but many.  Strange growling sounds ... what kind of animals? She'd never heard such a sound.  She slowed down her walking ... became very deliberate in her movements.


She couldn't see ahead for the trees.  She saw big rocks on the side of the path ... moved to them. Victoria began inching her way around the rocks to see what was ahead.  She didn't want to be surprised ... she scanned all around her as she moved.


The growling sounds were very loud now.  What in the hell was it?  What kind of animal makes such a sound!


Victoria stopped in her tracks.  She blinked her eyes ... children?  She saw children fighting, pushing each other.  Some of them were bloody from clawing, biting.  The growls were coming from the children!  She couldn't believe what she was seeing.


Something lay on the ground ... she couldn't see what it was for all the children.  She saw a bare foot ... oh my God!  They were fighting over a human body.  They were eating chunks of flesh from the body.


Victoria stayed hidden from view.  She had seen many awful things in her life ... it prepared her for such a sight.  She could be very quiet, controlled as she observed.  The body didn't move ... she couldn't help anything if she moved forward now.  She stayed where she was.


She counted the children.  There were ten children to be exact.  She'd never seen anything like it ... half-naked children running around like animals ... growling, eating flesh as if ... they'd always been eating flesh.  Victoria's eyes were half-closed ... she couldn't believe what she was seeing.


These children have been raised like this!  The thought came to her ... these children weren't normal! Who was the man that just walked out of the brush to stand, watch the children?


He clapped his hands, made a guttural sound.  The children stopped in unison ... turned to look at him.  He pointed to the brush where he'd just come from ... the children walked into the woods ... disappeared.


Victoria watched as the man took a shovel ... dug a hole ... put the bones into it.  He carried heavy rocks to lay on the grave.  She watched as he used a rake to pull in pine needles, cones and such to make the ground look normal.  No one would know what had just happened here.


The man disappeared into the woods the way the children had gone.  Victoria gave herself 15 minutes before she began to follow.  She moved into the shadows of the trees ... she became a shadow ... no one would see her.


To be continued ...

Part 4: Up In The Tree

Part 4:    Up In The Tree

        
Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee  (dedicated to Nancy Smith Satterwhite).

Photo taken/owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee .... Fall of 2016

What horror lies at the end of the path ... nobody knows. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny for Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues.





Victoria parked in the isolated parking lot.  She sat in deep thought, deciding what to do.  She laid her head back on the seat rest.  She was scanning the area where Ms Nancy had been attacked ... where the little bloody-handed boy had come out of the brush, woods close by to the picnic table.


She reached into the console ... took out the gold-colored watch to hold in her hands.  She sensed pure evil ... a strange sensation pulsed through her fingers as she held the watch.


She half-closed her eyes ... began to see images in her mind.  Lots of little children ... dirty little children ... blood ... bones ... bars, cave ... a big man ... the man Ms Nancy had mentioned.  She was going to have to be careful ... she knew this man wasn't an ordinary man.


Victoria slowly got out of the gray van ... pulling her black bag behind her.  She slipped the keys into her pocket on her slacks ... zipped the pocket up.  She closed the door quietly, walked away from the van.


Victoria walked to the picnic table where Ms Nancy was attacked.  She stood over the spot where her body had lain.  Victoria closed her eyes ... listened ... sensed things an ordinary person couldn't.  It was time ... she knew the direction to go.  She knew that not far from here was a secret place ... she just had to find it.  She had to be very careful not to be spotted.


She opened her eyes ... looked around.  She didn't sense anyone around.  She walked to the brush that led into the woods.  She could see a faint path weaving into the trees ... she began to follow it.


Victoria had to push limbs, bushes back with her hands.  Thankfully she had her black gloves.  The black hat protected her face ... hair.


A briar vine scratched her cheek.  Damn!  Victoria said her favorite cuss word ... that damn vine hurt like a son of a bitch!  She touched her cheek with her hand ... blood.  She used her shirt sleeve to wipe the blood away.  Soon ... she forgot about the scratch.


She was interested in the path she walked on. It was very faint ... no one would know it was here.  It would have taken longer for her to find if she hadn't seen the little boy while she sat at the picnic table.


Victoria stopped in her tracks ... what in the heck happened to the little boy she had seen?  She remembered the EMS girl and boy both ... holding the child as he struggled to get away.  She last saw him in the ambulance.  She would find out when she got back from her mission.  For now, she had to concentrate on finding out what was in these woods.  There was something strange, sinister going on.


She stumbled on a rock in the path ... stopped to put it back into place.  She didn't want to disturb anything ... let anyone know she was looking for them.


The wind began to blow ... treetops swayed.  Trees began creaking as they rubbed together.  Victoria didn't like storms.  She could hear thunder in the distance.  She wondered if she should take shelter ... maybe it was a quick-moving storm.


As she walked she saw the perfect tree to climb up in.  It had a big, fat limb to sit on and from where she stood she could see a hollow in the trunk of the tree.  She could take shelter here from the storm ... sleep if needed.


Victoria was very agile ... in no time she was up in the tree, sitting on the limb.  She looked into the hollow of the big tree ... perfect for hiding inside ... perfect for shelter.


She had a light-weight black blanket inside her bag.  Everything in Victoria's bag was packed to be light.  She carried many things in the bag, including little packets of tuna fish, crackers ... for protein.


There were cans of potted meat, packs of nabs to nibble on.  She would find water on the move though she had some small bottles of water in her bag.

Victoria could make a fire if needed.  She would avoid doing that if at all possible.  She didn't want anyone to know she was here in these woods ... not even an animal.


To be continued ...

Part 3: Monsters Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues

Part 3:                     Monsters ...











We never know what's in those woods ... only the brave will find out ... they'll be lucky to live ... to tell it. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee for my Victoria Fairchild story.










 
Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues ... By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Photo owned/taken by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... Fall of 2016

Victoria left Ms Nancy's room.  She was in deep thought as she rode the elevator back down to first floor.  She didn't even look at her reflection in the mirrored doors of the elevator.  Now ... Victoria Fairchild always looked at her reflection anywhere ... anytime.  That was Victoria.


Victoria got into her SUV ... started it, turned up the A/C.  What to do now?  She knew what she was going to do ... she was going to do some snooping in Rainbow Mountain Park.  She had this strange sense of something big going on in the park ... she was also, going to research the papers as she vaguely remembered strange things going on there.


She drove to the local library ... went inside.  She began searching the newspapers on file.  She began findings stories about Rainbow Mountain Park ... something strange was going on there.  People were attacked ... little 'monsters' jumped out of the brush at them ... bit them on the legs ... climbed their bodies to bite them in the face, on the arms taking out chunks of flesh.


Victoria couldn't believe what she was reading.  It was like out of a horror story.  Why hadn't she heard about this ... why hadn't Ms Nancy?  She wouldn't be a victim now.  This had been going on for upwards of two years!  The mystery had never been solved.


Victoria went home.  She needed to be in a quiet place to think about how to handle this.  She didn't know how much the police was involved in this ... it didn't matter.  Victoria was going to find out what was going on.  Monsters?  Little children with sharp, bloody teeth ... evil man?  Yes ... this was up Victoria Fairchild's alley ... Victoria wanted to find them.


Victoria Fairchild was an unusual woman with many powers ... she could change into a shadow at a moment's notice.  You would never see her.  Victoria was very strong, quick like a lion.  Victoria Fairchild was a force to be reckoned with ... only a very few lived to tell about it ... the strange thing is ... they never told anyone.


Once home ... Victoria decided to walk through her secret closets.  She opened the door to a huge ... walk-in closet.  This first closet held all her daily clothes, shoes, purses ... the walls were mirrored, floor carpeted in soft blue.  This closet held all her wonderful things to dress in.


She went to the farther wall, touched the panel ... a door slid open quietly ... Victoria entered.  This was her second closet ... this was the closet with lots of clothes ... supplies.  These clothes, supplies were only for when she entered the homeless world that was behind a building she and her husband, Chip ... owned in the city.


She dressed in these clothes ... pushed a shopping cart full of Walmart bags that held clothes, food, weapons ... tools she might need.  She became a homeless woman ... blended in with the friends she had made there.


Victoria visited often to find out what was going on with her friends ... if anyone was hurting someone or doing bad things ... they told her.  Victoria Fairchild would begin her mission on taking care of them.  No one messed with the homeless people, animals ... no one.


She didn't need anything from this second secret closet.  Victoria went to the farther wall ... pressed on it.  A third door slid open quietly ... this was the room where Victoria Fairchild loved.  This was the justice room ... this was where Victoria punished people who hurt others ... hurt animals.  Victoria Fairchild believed in an eye for an eye ... tooth for a tooth.  Once a person was brought here ... chances were ... they'd never make it out ... alive.


Victoria stood in the center of the justice room.  She slowly turned around in a circle, thinking.  She was mentally preparing herself to go on a mission at Rainbow Mountain Park.  She walked to another secret door in the wall ... it slid open.  Victoria looked outside into a closed-in secret garage.


She walked to the gray van parked near the door.  Victoria opened the door ... started the van, let it run for a while.  She opened the double back doors ... she pressed a button on the side ... out came a platform that slowly sank to the ground.


On the platform was a wheelchair.  Victoria pressed the release button ... pressed another button on the wheelchair to make it move forward.  All worked smoothly.  Victoria made all go back into place ... turned the key off ... walked out of the secret garage ... through her three closets back into her bedroom.


She sat on the edge of her bed.  It was almost time ... she was going to Rainbow Mountain Park on a mission.  She was going to hunt monsters and an evil man.  From each closet she had selected things to carry with her.


Victoria Fairchild changed into a black shirt, black slacks, black boots ... stuck a pair of black gloves into her back pocket.  She donned a black knee length coat .. a black hat.  She had pinned her hair up, put on a black hairnet to hold it all in place.


Victoria walked into her homeless closet ... went to vanity that held makeup just for when she dressed to go homeless.  Victoria took a jar with black foundation ... opened it ... began rubbing it onto her face, neck and hands.  Victoria could disappear on her own ... it didn't hurt to make extra sure no one saw her at all.  Thank God for magical powers ... she still had to be careful.  Victoria could be hurt, injured regardless.


It was time to go.  Victoria walked back into her bedroom.  She was glad Chip was on a long-distance trip on his big truck.  She didn't have to explain to anyone that she'd be away for a few days.  She picked up her black bag ... touched her pocket to feel for her gun ... the other pocket to feel for her knife.  She then leaned over to touch the side of her black boot ... yes, the knife was secured, unseen there.  It was black, too.  She had several more secret weapons on her body.


Victoria Fairchild walked through each closet ... closing each door behind her... walked into the secret garage ... got into her gray van.  She started the van ... pressed the remote ... a secret door opened to the outside.  Victoria backed the van out ... closed the door.  No one could tell there was a hidden garage by looking at the house.


Victoria drove toward Rainbow Mountain Park.  It was getting dusk ... she loved this time of evening.  She blended in with the shadows ... she became a shadow as the sky darkened ... nightlights came on.


To Be Continued ...

Part 2: Room 401 The Saga of Victoria Fairchild Continues ...

Photo owned/taken by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee .... Fall of 2016

Part 2:  Room 401 written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.






Watch out for a hungry child ... it could just take a bite of you. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee for my Victoria Fairchild story.









Part 2:                 Room 401



Victoria found out where Ms Nancy's room was.  She got into the shiny elevator ... looked at herself in the mirrored doors.  She could see the other people standing near her.  Everyone seemed to be going to 4th floor.


The elevator doors opened ... everyone waited for Victoria to step out first.  She walked to room 401 ... this was where Ms Nancy was.


She walked into Ms Nancy's room.  Ms Nancy was laying there ... eyes closed.  Her head was wrapped in a thick bandage ... she saw matted blood in Ms Nancy's hair.  Victoria's heart felt stabs of pain seeing her friend laying there.


She pulled back the white sheet to look at Ms Nancy's right foot.  She saw a white cast on her leg.  Victoria saw another bandage on Ms Nancy's right arm.  She didn't know exactly which side of the head Ms Nancy was injured on.  The gauze looked thicker on the right side of her face, cheek.


Victoria began speaking softly to Ms Nancy.  She hoped Ms Nancy would wake up ... talk to her.  She took Ms Nancy's hand ... held it between both of her hands.  Can you hear me?  Ms Nancy, can you hear me?


Ms Nancy began to move ... she was trying to wake up.  Victoria!  She was trying to tell Victoria something.  Boy ... bite me ... hungry!


Victoria's eyes narrowed as she heard the words coming from Ms Nancy's mouth.  If she hadn't seen with her own eyes the little boy she would have thought Ms Nancy dilirious.  She had seen the little boy ... heard for herself the little boy say he was hungry.


Ms Nancy's eyes opened.  Victoria was so glad to see her coming around.  She needed to know what happened.  Ms Nancy began telling Victoria what happened.


Victoria listened in shock to Ms Nancy's story.  Oh my!  Ms Nancy had been talking to Victoria on the cell phone while sitting at the picnic table.  She said a little girl from nowhere climbed up onto the bench of the table.  The little girl said she was hungry ... Ms Nancy had eaten her sandwich earlier ... she didn't have anything to give to her.


Ms Nancy looked around to see where the little girl's parents were.  No one was there.  She didn't know what to do ... she had to leave to meet Victoria at The Purple Door ... she couldn't just go off and leave the little girl alone.


The little girl appeared to be about 3-5 years old.  She was dirty.  Why in the world was this little girl so dirty?  Ms Nancy looked at her closely ... saw dirt underneath the little girl's fingernails.  Her blonde hair was tangled.  The little girl sat on the table beside Ms Nancy.  Hungry!  Want food, hungry!


Ms Nancy stood up.  As she stood up the little girl stood up on the table.  Ms Nancy reached to take the little girl ... she looked in confusion as she heard an awful growl come from the child. The little girl lunged at Ms Nancy ... Ms Nancy caught her out of natural instinct.  The little girl began to chew viciously on Ms Nancy's face!


Ms Nancy tried to get the little girl off ... the little girl was very strong.  Ms Nancy stumbled backwards ... fell, twisting her right leg in an awkward angle.  She couldn't get up.


The little girl jumped onto her chest ... her little sharp teeth showing.  Hungry!  Blood dripped down her chin ... Ms Nancy's blood dripped down her chin.  She came closer to Ms Nancy's face ... as she did ... the little girl was ripped away.  Ms Nancy went into shock ... she saw a man standing there with an evil smile on his face.


Come on, Anna.  Let's go.  The little girl began crying ... I'm hungry!  The man disappeared into the woods close by.  Ms Nancy passed out ... her blood dripped down the side of her face, down her arm onto the sand beneath her.  Soon it slowed down ... stopped.  Flies lit on her face, arm where she was bitten severely.  Ms Nancy never felt the bites from the flies.


Victoria asked Ms Nancy if she saw a little boy.  No, Ms Nancy said.  She only saw the little girl and the scary man.  She described the man saying he was probably 6 feet tall.  He had on an old hole-ridden, black floppy hat.  She couldn't see the colors of his shirt, pants.  The sun hurt her eyes, tears blinded her.  The pain was very bad.  Ms Nancy mercifully passed out.


To be continued ...

Part 1: The Rabbit? Victoria Fairchild Saga Begins ...

Here goes, Ms Nancy.  I've begun my Victoria Fairchild Saga just for you like I promised... this will last a few weeks as I write it.  I hope it will entertain you while you are recovering from your surgery. Love you, Ms Nancy!  <3  This story is dedicated to you, Nancy.  This story is written just for you





You don't want Victoria Fairchild to know you've harmed an innocent person ... or animal. You may never harm another one. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

The Saga of Victoria Fairchild Continues ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... written/dedicated just for Nancy Smith Satterwhite.

Part One ...         A Rabbit?






Victoria was talking to her best friend, Ms Nancy, on her cell phone.  Her signal kept going in and out.  I'll meet you in 30 minutes at The Purple Shoe.


Just as Victoria was ending her call she heard an unusual sound on Ms Nancy's end.  Victoria knew in her heart that it wasn't a normal sound.  Ms Nancy?  Ms Nancy?  Ms Nancy didn't answer.


She didn't waste any time driving to where Ms Nancy had been sitting, talking to her on the cell phone.  Ms Nancy was at the park ... Rainbow Mountain Park.


Victoria didn't enjoy the view on her way to the park ... she knew something was wrong with Ms Nancy.  Victoria had special powers ... she didn't have to wonder like the average person if something was wrong.  If she thought something wrong ... something was wrong.


She sped all the way to the park ... she knew in her heart that her best friend hadn't gone anywhere since their conversation.  She drove into a parking space ... jumped out, ran to the picnic tables where she knew Ms Nancy was sitting, talking to her earlier.


 She didn't see anyone sitting at any of the tables ... her eyes scanned the ground around the tables ... she saw someone laying on the ground.  Victoria ran to where the person lay ... it was Ms Nancy!


She was bleeding from her head ... her foot was at an unnatural angle.  Ms Nancy was moaning.  Victoria took her cellphone out, called 911.  She got down on her knees, talking to Ms Nancy.  What happened?  Who did this to you!


Victoria realized Ms Nancy was in bad shape.  She could tell Victoria was there but, couldn't tell her what happened.  Victoria heard the rescue vehicle's siren ... thank God!


The young man and woman jumped out with their bags of medical supplies.  They ran to Ms Nancy, began working on her.  Soon ... they had Ms Nancy on a stretcher ... into the rescue vehicle.  They left with Victoria following behind.


  Why would someone hurt Ms Nancy?  Why would they go so far as to hit her in the head.  She must have twisted her leg, foot when she fell to the ground.  Victoria was upset ... she was angry.  Whoever had hurt her friend was in serious trouble.  If you knew Victoria Fairchild ... you never wanted to get on her bad side.  You would be lucky to live to ... regret it.


 Victoria sat in the waiting area of the Emergency Room.  She waited for what seemed like hours.  Her mind was sensing, racing along as she pictured in her mind what she saw as she walked up on Ms Nancy.  Her mind kept going back to something shiny laying close to Ms Nancy.  She needed to get back to where Ms Nancy was attacked.


 Victoria talked with the doctor ... told him she had to leave for a short time but, would be right back as soon as possible.  She gave the doctor her cell phone number.


 Victoria sped back to Rainbow Mountain Park.  She knew there was something waiting for her to find.  She hoped no one had been there to disturb the ground.  No one mentioned Ms Nancy had been attacked ... it was assumed she had fallen onto one of the corners of a picnic table.


Victoria knew something bad had happened ... Ms Nancy didn't fall on the corner of a picnic table.  Somebody was definitely going to pay for hurting her friend ... and she would make them pay dearly.  No one messed with Victoria Fairchild's friends.


Victoria Fairchild drove into the parking lot for the second time that evening.  It wouldn't be long before darkness fell.  She sensed, smelled a strange scent.  She wasn't alone ... someone was here yet ... she didn't see anyone.


Victoria pretended not to be alert ... this would draw someone out if they thought her a helpless woman.  She really hoped someone would try it.  Victoria was feeling the hot fires of hell ... the rage she felt toward whoever hurt Ms Nancy ... was building.


She began searching the ground around the area Ms Nancy's body had lay.  She saw it!  The sun glinted off from it ... a shiny, gold watch!  She closed her eyes as she held it ... she knew Ms Nancy had pulled it from her attacker's arm.  This watch would lead her to whoever had attacked Ms Nancy.


She heard something close by in the brush.  She didn't appear to have heard it ... Victoria was ready for whatever came out.  Whoever tangled with Victoria Fairchild would enter a storm unlike anything they'd ever experienced ... Victoria wasn't just a regular woman though she appeared that way.


Long, beautiful ... blonde, curly hair with a figure every woman wished for ... a face to match.  Victoria turned heads wherever she went ... everyone loved Victoria Fairchild ... her personality was as lovely as she was.  Only a bad person would know differently ... if they were still around.  Victoria Fairchild took care of people who hurt, harmed innocent animals ... people.


She felt something change behind her ... she turned quickly to meet head-on whatever was coming toward her!  Whatever she thought she was going to see ... it wasn't what met her eyes!


Victoria's eyes narrowed ... what the f___!  A little boy about 3 years old walked toward her crying.  He held his hands out as if to give her something.  What the hell?  His little mouth was red ...


The little boy was chattering away ... Victoria couldn't understand a word he was saying.  She saw blood dripping to the ground from the little boy's fingers.  His little hands were cupped around ... what was in his little hands?


Victoria was on high alert ... the little boy could be a distraction to hide something bigger going on here.  Her eyes scanned as her ears listened for sounds.  She sensed something was about to happen to her if she didn't figure out quickly what the little boy was up to.


Did this little boy play a part in Ms Nancy's attack?  Stay where you are ... don't come any closer!  Victoria held her hand out to stop the child from walking closer.  The little boy stopped ... stared at her with his big, blue eyes.  He held his little hands out toward Victoria ... he wanted her to have something.


Victoria took her cellphone out ... called 911 for a second time that evening.  She told them about a little boy walking out from the woods ... with something in his hands that was bloody.  Thankfully, it wasn't long before she heard sirens coming.


A police car drove up, parked.  A rescue vehicle came in behind it.  The same young man, woman jumped out to run toward the little boy.  Victoria told them to approach with caution ... why she did, she didn't know.  She sensed danger about the little boy.


The EMS guy walked slowly, spoke gently as he approached the little boy.  The little boy began crying harder ... he held his hands out to the guy.  The guy reached out to take his hands thinking he was injured.  He jumped back as soon as he realized what he was seeing.


In the little boy's hands was a ... red, bloody mess.  The little boy's mouth was red with blood.  The EMS guy put gloves on his hands ... this was going to be messy.  What in the hell was in that little boy's hands?


The EMS girl ran up to help him ... she spoke softly to the little boy.  The little boy responded to her voice ... he moved toward her.  The EMS girl took his little hands ... the guy had a blue, plastic container for her to put whatever it was ... into it.


The little boy dumped whatever he had in his hands ... into the plastic container.  He patted, rubbed his little hands together to get off whatever was left on his hands.  He reached up for the EMS girl ... he wanted to be held.


She leaned down to lift him up in her arms.  As she went to stand up with the child in her arms ... she screamed.  Victoria saw blood oozing down the side of her face!  She grabbed the child ... held him back from her body.  The little boy had just placed a nasty bite on the girl's cheek!  The little boy was trying to bite Victoria as she held him away from her body.  Oh my God ... his little white teeth were sharp!


Where had this little boy come from ... why was he bloody to begin with ... why did he bite the girl on her face?  The little boy was chattering ... Victoria understood only one word he said ... 'hungry'!


She held the child as the EMS guy doctored the EMS girl's face.  She looked into the plastic container to see what was in it.  She saw tufts of fur ... little feet in the bowl.  It looked like ... a baby rabbit!  What the hell?  The little boy had been eating on a baby rabbit!



Victoria felt alarm ... she looked around trying to see through foliage, brush.  She sensed a presence not far from where they stood ... in the direction the boy had come from.  Someone was there ... waiting.


Victoria sensed vile, evilness ... in fact ... she could smell it coming off the presence standing not far from them.


She would have to come back ... now, it was time for the rescue and police to leave.  It would be safer if no one else was here.  Something bad could happen here ... Victoria left as soon as the EMS was through.


To be continued .....

We Went Home ... Home Is Where You Are

We Went Home ... Home Is Where You Are
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee









I am a spiritual being having a human experience ... take the body all is left is ... me. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

I sit quietly in the darkness
Waiting ... waiting to see a shadow
In the light of my mind





In time I see a shadow appear
It walks toward me
I hear a familiar voice ... "Mama"




My old eyes fill with hot tears
That run down my cool cheeks
My lips tremble as I sob inside




Tears mixed with the happiest of smiles
In this old grieving mother's eyes
I reach with my hand toward the voice




Toward the most precious voice
A mother can hear
"Mama" ... my frail body shook harder




Son!  I couldn't speak but, my Heart could!
Tommy!  I'm so glad you came so I wouldn't be alone
It's time for your ole mom to come home




Please hold my hand so I won't be afraid
I felt my hand being held by a big, gentle hand
My son had come to walk me home




I looked around me as I sat up in bed
I leaned over to kiss Skip goodbye ... I didn't want to leave him
I patted Camie on her sweet head




I rubbed Kissy's hip with my bare toes
As he lay by my bedside faithfully
I felt overwhelming happiness in my Heart




Tommy and I walked hand in hand
We walked through the door toward a kennel
I wanted him to meet Dukester before I left




I kissed Dukester on his sweet, white head
It was time ... time to go home
I turned to look at where I had lived




Knowing now I wouldn't live here again ... I missed Skip!
I was going home even as I thought
My soul had departed my body once I took Tommy's hand




For a moment I felt such pain to be leaving
Leaving my husband and our Pups
I looked toward Tommy ... he smiled ... said




It's alright, mama ... you have to let go
Once you do ... you'll come back one day
To be there, hold your hand out so, Skip won't be alone




I felt the weight of this world slide from my shoulders
Around my feet like a heavy coat
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes ... held my son's hand




I kept my eyes closed ... I didn't feel the need to look
As we soared ... I could see everything
Sadness slipped away as I held my son's hand





Now ... it was time to see what the mystery of death
Was all about ... where my son had been all these years
As I wept, grieved over him when he died





I became the air ... the soft, gentle breeze you feel
On a warm day ... I am the sunshine kissing your cheek
On a cloudy day I'm your raindrops falling to the ground





I will hug you like a blanket when you are cold
I'll wrap my pure soul around you to keep you safe
I love you, Skip ... I'm always here until the day




You need to come home ... you won't be alone
I'll reach my hand out to you just as Tommy did to me
He'll reach for your other hand ... we will go home




We'll wrap our souls around our remaining Pups
Whoever cares for them will take good care
Love them until their last days




Until the day comes we will walk with them to Rainbow Bridge
We will run, play in pure joy as they become Angel Pups
To forever play, run in the sunshine ... frolick in the rain




I closed my eyes on this life ... this is the end
I opened my eyes on the other side
I was a spiritual being having a human experience




Time to strip myself of this body
It served me well ... took a lot of life's abuse
I learned life's lessons became a better soul




Now ... on to my next mission ... being a guardian angel
Protecting, watching out for animals and humans
Working at making life be good to them




No longer a grieving mother ... I left that behind like a dress
In the darkness as I waited for the shadow to appear
The moment my son took my hand in his




I close my eyes as I remember
I become a storm ... the clouds begin to billow
The wind gets high ... the trees bend from the force




Any pain left in my soul ... washed away
I became a gentle storm until I began to shine
I was the sunshine ... a smile in my eyes, face




He sat outside on the swing, swinging to and fro
Pups lay at his feet as he closed his eyes
I felt him thinking of me ... I knew it was time




My mind met his with such joy ... I saw his hand reach
Out to me ... I moved toward him ... took his hand
He said ... "I've been waiting for you to take me home"




I felt another being close by ... Tommy had come to hold
Skip's other hand ... we wrapped around each Pup
Left behind ... we took their sadness away before we left




The world dropped away ... we became fresh air ... sunshine
Each soul renews the earth in its own way ... this was our way
When you think of us in any way ... it's because we are always near




If you are ever crying ... you feel someone kiss a tear away
If you are ever hot ... you feel a breeze from nowhere
You feel a hug .... look around ... no one is there




This is where we are at ... you are never alone
We'll be right here .... one day you may wait to see our shadow
One of us, all of us will come to hold your hand




You won't never be alone even though you think you are
Close your eyes .... feel with your Heart
We are here all around you ... we've become




The air you breathe ... sunshine that kisses your cheek
We are everywhere watching over you
We went home ... home is where you are

Note by this Author:






I wrote this poem as I felt it while sitting here in the semi-darkness listening to music ... I happened to look up and saw the name of one of the songs I was listening to ... 'Take My Hand'.  I'd never heard it before ... it's New Age music ... I love it but, I'm not familiar with the songs enough to know any by names.





I don't know what happens when one dies ... so far I've never found 'Tommy', my son.  I've always kept an eye opened ... hoping somehow the mystery of where he went would be discovered.  I guess I hoped I'd find an invisible pocket in the air ... where I could 'slip' into ... find, visit him, come back. Life, death doesn't work that way.  Sometimes ... I write poems and 'I do' find Tommy ... they are my poems, writings ... so, I can do what I want to in them, right?  :)





Photos owned by me.  I never use anyone else's photos.  Pond photo is of the beautiful little pond where we live.  Shadow photo is of myself when I was admiring having a 'skinny' shadow after weight loss.  We all are silly sometimes ... this was one of my silly moments.   Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

The Girl and Her Dog

The Girl and Her Dog









Watching from a distance I witnessed the love a girl had for her dog. It was beautiful. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.









Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I was sitting at my desk
When movement caught my eye
I looked out my glass door
Saw a girl and her dog




She was walking in her yard
With her beautiful Rottie
She held her umbrella over her head
She was dressed in black




Her umbrella was black ... gray
The Rottie's collar was pink
The girl kicked a pine cone toward her dog
As the pine cone flew in the air




The Rottie jumped to grab it in the air
I sat at my desk looking out my glass door
Smiled as I watched the both of them
I was looking into their world while sitting at home




What a beautiful picture they made
It wasn't only the picture they made ... it was
The pure love a girl has for her dog
Pure love a dog has for its most important person




The rain came down harder
I had begun typing what I saw
Looked up ... the girl and her dog was gone
They'd given me a glimpse of pure love




As I sat at my desk looking out my glass door
I looked out the glass door once more
Yes, they are gone back into the house
To live their life while I sit here ... write, live mine













Note by this Author:





I sat here at my desk this morning ... looked out the glass door to see my neighbor walking with her dog in the rain.  She is more than my neighbor ... her dog is more than just my 'neighbor's dog'.





The girl is one of our closest friends ... her dog is one who is a part of our everyday life ... we visit her each day, keep an eye on their home ... bring her outside for a while while the girl works.  We love them as if they were close family.  We love the girl and her dog ... the one walking with a black/gray umbrella and the dog with a pink collar.





Poem dedicated to Chelsea King and Angel King.  Owned, written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.