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An Incite into Me

Well were do I start, Im not very good at writing about myself so here goes.

I was born in Pembroke in Wales on 13th July 1965 (no sheep jokes please!) to Ivan and Janet Slater.

My father was in the army at the time and stationed in Pembroke dock.

When I was 18 months old we moved to Castleford in West Yorkshire where my father came from and so i was brought up there.

I have a sister called Angie and a brother Andy who are both younger than me.

I was a rebellious child and didn't like conformaty so kicked against everything I could.

I hated school years and couldn't wait to leave.

I am now in my 30's and am married for the 2nd time to Paul who is my soulmate; we have a teenage son called Richard who Paul adopted in 99.

My religion is pagan and I have practised wicca for the last 4 years as a solitary witch.

In 1995, I was diagnosed as having Multiple Sclerosis, the secondary progressive kind which means everytime I have a relapse it leaves me more disabled than the last time and now have to use a wheelchair when I have to go any distance.

It hasn't stopped me enjoying myself and I still like to go to the pub with my mates and can still do quite a few things normally.

Music is a big part of my life and I have many artists that I admire but I suppose my first love would be Roy Wood (wizzard) he's just so talented.

My musical tastes range from classical (a bit) right through to heavy metal especially Guns n Roses as I like `slash' not for his musical abilities but because hes so disgustingly sexy…lol.

I don't think im a traditional woman as I don't like all the girlie things that most women like, I like the 60s dress sense and my jeans and t-shirts.

I love motorbikes and the biking way of life. I have various tattoos which will go on my website at a later date, body art facinates me.

I don't like liars and hate caviar!

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He walks the night, looking, seeking, hunting his weapons at the ready.

Through the undergrowth thick and damp brambles tearing at his coat.

Rain falls silently and the moon is large in the sky.

He comes to a stop by a cool running stream, smells the air and runs his tongue across his lips salivating at the thought of his next victim.

'Snap' someones there! he stops stock still and waits, he cannot be seen.

His breath comes in low quick bursts, his senses on full alert as he watches his victim.

She is sat among the foliage, just sitting her eyes wide in the night.

He can smell her perfume, something musky.

He inches forward then goes behind her, she is still there.

He draws his weapons and waits for his chance, he takes a last look around and steels himself for the kill, he pounces and grabs her round the throat she goes down screaming, she struggles but he is too strong, he rips at her throat and her screams turn to gurgles, blood pours from the huge wounds he's inflicted on her, he can smell it and that excites him evenmore.

His actions get more frenzied and soon she is still, he thinks how beautiful she is.

He drags her into a more secluded spot-he's gonna take her home-his trophy.

He carries her back to his cosy home and is pleased with himself.

He lays her down and gazes at her hungrily.

He inches the door open and carries her into the kitchen.

His mother is still awake and comes to look and is startled at the bloody mess that greets her, "whos been a bad boy" she chides and he stretches his body and miows.

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"Save us Davey.", screamed Lydia in her flight.

The crew ran forward and desperately began to scrabble away the leaves, carefully avoiding the animal projectiles that flew past their ears every few seconds. Finally when they had removed all the leaves, they stood back to view the scene. Almost immediately they began to snigger at the sight which met their eyes. The snigger became a chuckle, the chuckle became a guffaw and the guffaw eventually erupted into a full grown belly laugh that rang around the glade and into the forest proper.

Wrapped around Lydia's left leg and Jax's right leg was one more of the woodland friends, Wally Worm. His body was stretched between the animals and under and around a broken an d distorted root from the chestnut tree and as first of all Lydia and then Jax attempted to escape, Wally's stretched body snapped tight to yank them down below the leaf layers.

Wendall ran forward to untangle Wally from around Lydia's leg and then release Jax from Wally's rear end.

The laughter had stopped by now and Sir Miles spoke up.

"Well Wendall, you might say you Wrenched them all clear.", and the group of friends walked away into the forest chuckling once more.

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	An Incite into Me Well were do I start, Im not very good at writing about myself so here goes. I was born in Pembroke in Wales on 13th July 1965 (no sheep jokes please!) to Ivan and Janet Slater. My father was in the army at the time and stationed in Pembroke dock. When I was 18 months old we moved to Castleford in West Yorkshire where my father came from and so i was brought up there. I have a sister called Angie and a brother Andy who are both younger than me. I was a rebellious child and didn't like conformaty so kicked against everything I could. I hated school years and couldn't wait to leave. I am now in my 30's and am married for the 2nd time to Paul who is my soulmate; we have a teenage son called Richard who Paul adopted in 99. My religion is pagan and I have practised wicca for the last 4 years as a solitary witch. In 1995, I was diagnosed as having Multiple Sclerosis, the secondary progressive kind which means everytime I have a relapse it leaves me more disabled than the last time and now have to use a wheelchair when I have to go any distance. It hasn't stopped me enjoying myself and I still like to go to the pub with my mates and can still do quite a few things normally. Music is a big part of my life and I have many artists that I admire but I suppose my first love would be Roy Wood (wizzard) he's just so talented. My musical tastes range from classical (a bit) right through to heavy metal especially Guns n Roses as I like `slash' not for his musical abilities but because hes so disgustingly sexy…lol. I don't think im a traditional woman as I don't like all the girlie things that most women like, I like the 60s dress sense and my jeans and t-shirts. I love motorbikes and the biking way of life. I have various tattoos which will go on my website at a later date, body art facinates me. I don't like liars and hate caviar! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Murderer He walks the night, looking, seeking, hunting his weapons at the ready. Through the undergrowth thick and damp brambles tearing at his coat. Rain falls silently and the moon is large in the sky. He comes to a stop by a cool running stream, smells the air and runs his tongue across his lips salivating at the thought of his next victim. 'Snap' someones there! he stops stock still and waits, he cannot be seen. His breath comes in low quick bursts, his senses on full alert as he watches his victim. She is sat among the foliage, just sitting her eyes wide in the night. He can smell her perfume, something musky. He inches forward then goes behind her, she is still there. He draws his weapons and waits for his chance, he takes a last look around and steels himself for the kill, he pounces and grabs her round the throat she goes down screaming, she struggles but he is too strong, he rips at her throat and her screams turn to gurgles, blood pours from the huge wounds he's inflicted on her, he can smell it and that excites him evenmore. His actions get more frenzied and soon she is still, he thinks how beautiful she is. He drags her into a more secluded spot-he's gonna take her home-his trophy. He carries her back to his cosy home and is pleased with himself. He lays her down and gazes at her hungrily. He inches the door open and carries her into the kitchen. His mother is still awake and comes to look and is startled at the bloody mess that greets her, "whos been a bad boy" she chides and he stretches his body and miows. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Save us Davey.", screamed Lydia in her flight. The crew ran forward and desperately began to scrabble away the leaves, carefully avoiding the animal projectiles that flew past their ears every few seconds. Finally when they had removed all the leaves, they stood back to view the scene. Almost immediately they began to snigger at the sight which met their eyes. The snigger became a chuckle, the chuckle became a guffaw and the guffaw eventually erupted into a full grown belly laugh that rang around the glade and into the forest proper. Wrapped around Lydia's left leg and Jax's right leg was one more of the woodland friends, Wally Worm. His body was stretched between the animals and under and around a broken an d distorted root from the chestnut tree and as first of all Lydia and then Jax attempted to escape, Wally's stretched body snapped tight to yank them down below the leaf layers. Wendall ran forward to untangle Wally from around Lydia's leg and then release Jax from Wally's rear end. The laughter had stopped by now and Sir Miles spoke up. "Well Wendall, you might say you Wrenched them all clear.", and the group of friends walked away into the forest chuckling once more. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------