<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332</id><updated>2011-11-02T12:46:13.428-05:00</updated><category term='Flesh Gothic'/><category term='parents'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='Humor and Horror'/><category term='children'/><category term='assholes'/><category term='Edward'/><category term='Brady Bunch'/><category term='Flesh'/><category term='Gothic'/><category term='Opinions'/><category term='Grateful'/><category term='Lee'/><title type='text'>suzie bradshaw is Forever Haunted</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings, rants and dark, wicked stories from a peculiar mind where asking "What if..." is what it's all about.

Thank you for stopping by!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-2331789029576455788</id><published>2010-08-16T05:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:01:42.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Pimping</title><content type='html'>So...I can't help myself. My oldest child made this video. He is the main character and he wrote and directed it. He's an aspiring actor/director and is moving to NYC the end of August to pursue his dream. I cannot be any prouder! What a brave and courageous man he is.&amp;nbsp; Wish him luck!! Here's the video...oh, and those are my legs at the end. WooHoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NgT3-0Ev6do"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NgT3-0Ev6do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-2331789029576455788?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2331789029576455788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=2331789029576455788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/2331789029576455788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/2331789029576455788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2010/08/shameless-pimping.html' title='Shameless Pimping'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-1636020456586303402</id><published>2010-08-11T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:35:18.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live the New Flesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" converted="true"&gt;Congratulations to THE NEW FLESH  for one year of dishing out morsels of reading delight!!!! WooHoo...and here are  William and Brian's 50 favorites. Enjoy! &lt;a href="http://newfleshmagazine.blogspot.com/p/year-one-free-ebook.html" onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;e58b5&amp;quot;, event);" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://newfleshmagazine.blogspot.com/p/y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ear-one-free-ebook.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-1636020456586303402?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/1636020456586303402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=1636020456586303402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/1636020456586303402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/1636020456586303402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-live-new-flesh.html' title='Long Live the New Flesh'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-8476279084366025106</id><published>2010-03-16T06:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T06:18:43.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just saying</title><content type='html'>I'm just gonna throw this out there. If you send a story out for publication and actually include an explanation at the end of your story this is what you are saying: My story is so complex (which it is not) that the editor's will not understand my clever metaphors and similies. Guess what? There's a good chance that story will be rejected. Don't insult the editor's intelligence would be a good rule to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-8476279084366025106?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8476279084366025106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=8476279084366025106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/8476279084366025106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/8476279084366025106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-just-saying.html' title='I&apos;m just saying'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-6319524387375356064</id><published>2009-11-14T18:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:27:57.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Brain</title><content type='html'>Getting to my writer's brain is much like a sneeze. I feel it coming on. I like the feeling. Here it comes. Come on now...bring it. Okay it's right there just need to look into the light. Yes, HACHOO! Words spew forth on page, brain working overtime. Loving it...nothing else exists but the story, my characters, my scene and then and then....someone interrupts me. Crap! Pulled back to the here and now. Trying to maintain the story and the feel. Nope they are talking too much. I lose it. It's gone. Now where is that sneeze? Pepper anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-6319524387375356064?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/6319524387375356064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=6319524387375356064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/6319524387375356064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/6319524387375356064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2009/11/writers-brain.html' title='Writer&apos;s Brain'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-7407433990327485580</id><published>2009-11-14T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:22:33.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch Session</title><content type='html'>Be warned: I am going to bitch! Did anyone see Stephanie Meyer on Oprah...you can youtube it, which is what I did. Now, I have to say that I don't typically feel jealousy. It is foreign to me because I am almost always insanely happy for other writers success. But Ms. Meyer, in my opinion, does not deserve it. She didn't have to pay her dues. She didn't have to struggle like most of us. Working so hard at writing our short stories for no pay or little pay. Writing our novels that don't see the light of day. There are some absolutely brilliant writers in this relatively small circle of ours that do deserve wild success. It just doesn't seem fair, yes, I know life isn't fair. It just goes to show you that you don't really need talent, just find the right market. My solution to my nasty problem here is this: join in the hoopla and stop fighting it. I will purchase my first 'Twilight' book and read it, hopefully, with a smile on my face. Who knows, maybe I will change my mind. I hope so...I do not like jealousy. It's the nastiest of emotions, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-7407433990327485580?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7407433990327485580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=7407433990327485580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/7407433990327485580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/7407433990327485580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2009/11/bitch-session.html' title='Bitch Session'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-3971629996254320867</id><published>2009-11-04T09:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:18:47.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!!! Yay me!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in something called the 'best of''. Still can't quite wrap my head around that. The 'best of''...could it be a fluke. Could the publisher mistaken my story for someone else's? Will she email me shortly saying 'oh I'm so sorry, I picked the wrong story. Didn't really mean yours was the best of 2009.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have little self-confidence. It's irritating for me and I'm sure those that get to hear me droll on about things. But does my story deserve this wonderful accolade? Yes, it does. It's a good one. There, do you feel my self-confidence rising? I do. Don't worry it will get shot back down with my next rejection. There's always a rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I will just take it for what it is....woohoo!!! yay me, my little story 'Caught in a Time Warp' which is dedicated to my best friend Kisha actually made the House of Horrors "Best of 2009 Anthology". Can I be any more excited? No, is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy House of Horrors "Best of 2009 Anthology" here &lt;a href="http://www.houseofhorror.org.uk/#/book-shop/4535143845"&gt;http://www.houseofhorror.org.uk/#/book-shop/4535143845&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story 'The Messers' is also available in House of Horrors "Creature Features" anthology at the same link above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving a shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever Haunted,&lt;br /&gt;Suzie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-3971629996254320867?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/3971629996254320867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=3971629996254320867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/3971629996254320867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/3971629996254320867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow-yay-me.html' title='Wow!!! Yay me!'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-2655326806758721266</id><published>2009-10-11T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:27:57.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressive</title><content type='html'>J.K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;Age: 43&lt;br /&gt;Net Worth: $1 billion&lt;br /&gt;Industry: Media/Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sheer talent and persistence is enough. As a single mother on welfare in Scotland, Rowling began writing the first Harry Potter novel in Edinburgh cafés whenever she could get her infant daughter to sleep. After being rejected by 12 publishing houses, Bloomsbury, a small publisher in London, offered an advance of 1,500 pounds (about $2,400) -- even while one its editors, Barry Cunningham, advised Rowling to get a day job. Good thing she didn't listen: The following year, U.S. publishing rights to the first Potter book sold for $105,000. Rowling has since sold nearly 400 million copies worldwide, and is the only author on the Forbes list of the richest people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear this enough. One of the most beautiful true -life stories I've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Forbes.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-2655326806758721266?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/2655326806758721266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=2655326806758721266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/2655326806758721266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/2655326806758721266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/impressive_11.html' title='Impressive'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-4482953405957801881</id><published>2009-10-11T09:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:59:01.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assholes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brady Bunch'/><title type='text'>Hypothetical Ponderings on The Brady Bunch</title><content type='html'>Wonder if after Carol and Mike married, Carol only displayed pictures of Marsha, Jan and Cindy. No pictures of Greg, Peter or Bobby adorned their wood paneled walls. Would anyone notice? Would anyone say anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now wonder if the children are all grown and living on their own. Greg and Peter are married (no, not to each other) and they have children. Bobby is divorced and has one child that doesn't live with him. Jan and Cindy are married and have children. Marsha never married and has no children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all gather at Mike and Carol's home for holiday gatherings. Greg's children notice that there are no pictures of them or of their father or their uncles or their uncle's children. Only pictures of Marsha, Jan and Cindy and their children. How do you explain that? What would Greg say to his children? He doesn't even know why and no one talks about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could Carol be thinking to only display pictures of her children and her children's children? What could Mike be thinking to let this happen?&lt;br /&gt;How would Mike's kids feel?&lt;br /&gt;How was it to grow up in a home like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just curious. Thanks for playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever Haunted,&lt;br /&gt;Suzie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-4482953405957801881?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4482953405957801881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=4482953405957801881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/4482953405957801881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/4482953405957801881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/hypothetical-ponderings-on-brady-bunch.html' title='Hypothetical Ponderings on The Brady Bunch'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-8558344041100140896</id><published>2009-10-10T18:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:57:37.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Zombieland!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Zombieland today and give it two thumbs up. I highly recommend it. If you like your Zombie movies filled with humor, awesome gore, lots of action and a very sweet story about love and finding a place to fit in then this is it. Really, I'm serious about the sweet story. I don't recall ever seeing a movie quite like this. I don't want to give anything away. But Woody Harrelson is fantastic and so are the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this movie so much it's going on my favorite movie list and I will purchase the DVD when it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever Haunted,&lt;br /&gt;Suzie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-8558344041100140896?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8558344041100140896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=8558344041100140896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/8558344041100140896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/8558344041100140896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-4268826131471232148</id><published>2009-10-06T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:31:44.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suburbia Texas Style</title><content type='html'>Tonight is National Night Out. A night for neighbors to leave their homes, stand in front yards, meet and talk with each other. Really get to know your neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to decide who I really want to engage in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Option 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors to my left who are in a gang. Really, they are in a gang. Two brothers, early twenties. They live with their mother who I rarely see. Now one of the brothers is doing time for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;murder&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not making this up. The brother who still resides in the house now wants to be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sheriff&lt;/span&gt;. When he speaks to you he never looks you in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Option 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lonely Asian man that lives directly across the street. We only see him when he is out mowing his lawn or when one of my children accidentally hit his garage door with a basketball and he runs out to see what the noise was (this makes me giggle a little). One morning I saw a tall Asian woman wearing very high platform shoes and a fur coat leave his house and walk down the street. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, he lives alone. I won't speculate but it was summer and we're in Houston, Texas. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Option 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher (at my kids junior high by the way) that teaches by day and becomes a nosey, drunkard by night. I do enjoy her alcohol &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laden&lt;/span&gt; breath and her incoherent rantings. Okay, she's definitely on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Option 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then actually my favorite neighbors who I would love to engage in lengthy conversations but....About two months ago someone painted a large red X on their front door.  The man of the house thought we did it because he trimmed our trees that hung over onto his property. He told me this, confessed if you will, and in response I looked at the trees which I hadn't even noticed had been trimmed and asked if he could do the others in our yard. I told him I appreciate him trimming the trees as we are lazy homeowners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, someone continues to paint red X's on his property and leave raw chicken (we can't figure this one out) in his potted plants and on the trunk of his cars. The last straw for them was this someone painted a red X on a small white T-shirt and left it in their driveway. The police have been called numerous times with no help. He has two small children. One of which just started Kindergarten. To make things worse they are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pakistani&lt;/span&gt;...who knows what this red X painter, raw chicken leaver has in mind. They have now put their house up for sale and I feel sad and guilty for some reason. We have nothing to do with this but I feel guilty nonetheless. I think they may still suspect us for whatever reason. I hope they don't. Like I told him; if they did something to piss us off we would have said something. We're not really the passive-aggressive type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To End:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, a horror writer put slap dab in the middle of these wonderful cast of characters! How about that? I guess I will go out tonight after all. Maybe tell them all thanks for making suburbia so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one. Get out. Meet your cast of characters. Who knows? Might spark an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever Haunted,&lt;br /&gt;Suzie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-4268826131471232148?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4268826131471232148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=4268826131471232148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/4268826131471232148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/4268826131471232148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/suburbia-texas-style.html' title='Suburbia Texas Style'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-4133018674120751344</id><published>2009-10-03T22:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:12:09.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flesh Gothic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gothic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lee'/><title type='text'>My Opinion about Books I've Read</title><content type='html'>This is not a professional review. Just ramblings of one who reads a lot and writes a lot. My opinion. I just finished Edward Lee's "Flesh Gothic". I'm a girl who doesn't mind some gritty, brutal, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;torturous&lt;/span&gt;, satanic ritual, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sado&lt;/span&gt;-masochistic stories. With that said, I did enjoy this story. Great and interesting characters. The story was suspenseful, unique in plot and at times a little hold your breath please don't go in that room &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;. Not a I need to sleep with the lights on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;, just a little every once in a while. I loved the hero and the ending was very fitting. It ended how it should have ended. I was satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you think it's going to be a you can barely read the whole book because you heard it was really graphic. I disagree. There was some unique torturing going on. Don't get me wrong. That's exactly what I heard about it and in comparison to J.F. Gonzalez's "Survivor" or Wrath James White's "Succulent Prey" or even Jack &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ketchum's&lt;/span&gt; "The Girl Next Door, it was pretty tame. For the nastiest of nasty, try any one of those. Which I also liked but will not read again due to being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;traumatized&lt;/span&gt;. I'm pretty sure I suffer from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PTSD&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; those stories. "Flesh Gothic" left me reasonably whole and sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzie B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-4133018674120751344?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4133018674120751344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=4133018674120751344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/4133018674120751344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/4133018674120751344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-opinion-about-books-ive-read_03.html' title='My Opinion about Books I&apos;ve Read'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-4910168635211548270</id><published>2009-10-02T08:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:16:47.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grateful'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am grateful today because a lovely storm brought cooler weather. I am grateful today because it's Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-4910168635211548270?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/4910168635211548270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=4910168635211548270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/4910168635211548270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/4910168635211548270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-grateful-today-because-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-8474504348239536736</id><published>2009-10-02T01:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:19:46.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grateful'/><title type='text'>I am Grateful Today because</title><content type='html'>My headache is gone! My brother-in-law made a wonderful accomplishment. My writer friends rock, big time! My husband made dinner and it was yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-8474504348239536736?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/8474504348239536736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=8474504348239536736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/8474504348239536736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/8474504348239536736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-grateful-today-because.html' title='I am Grateful Today because'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016498503882561332.post-7067380078010039208</id><published>2009-08-11T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:58:14.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor and Horror'/><title type='text'>Microhorror Stories</title><content type='html'>This link will take you to all the stories I have published on this site. They are all under 666 words and I believe just fun to read. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/category/author/suzie-bradshaw/"&gt;http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/category/author/suzie-bradshaw/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016498503882561332-7067380078010039208?l=suziebradshaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/feeds/7067380078010039208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016498503882561332&amp;postID=7067380078010039208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/7067380078010039208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016498503882561332/posts/default/7067380078010039208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suziebradshaw.blogspot.com/2009/08/microhorror-stories.html' title='Microhorror Stories'/><author><name>suzie bradshaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050219317274537925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ToS4_DqyOA/TGSQmi_5YPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lQ0wQIFlYJ0/S220/213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
