CaitlinDBurnside

Yes, when you open old boxes or, in this case, check out old USBs that still work surprisingly well after so long... I was living alone with our munchkins, my husband was once again away on a work assignment for another six months. After my day was done — taking care of bills, doing kitchen chores, cleaning the house, and most importantly, homeschooling our children — and finally looking after our pets... It filled up the days with fun and laughter, helping to keep the loneliness at bay. Thank goodness for our children. They were the reason I woke up each day with a happy heart. They were my whole world, my joy, my happiness, and my love during a really tough and lonely time. To make a long story short, I started writing again, just like I did in my early days when I was a loner at school. Creative writing was my extra activity from the very beginning, and I kept doing it all through my whole education. Whenever I wrote, it was a way to get away from real life. I made up worlds far fro...

Once upon a time, I came to know a gorgeous furball. She was a mixed Persian/Short-Haired Blue-Grey female cat. She didn't belong to me. She belonged to a relative who had no ideas as to what a cat required for a long and happy life. No matter how many time this relative had been told what bare minimum was required, it was completely ignored... "Blue Girl" renamed by myself, I brought her the specific foods she required every time I visited and/or babysat. I'd sit crossed legged on the floor after my chores were done and she'd climb in and curled up in my legs. This would be followed by a unending purring session. If I needed to get up for anything, I took her in my arms or if I needed my hands, I would wrap her around my neck, her warm  soft and light body resting on my shoulders. She would gently dig her claws into whatever I wore to hold on. She loved it. She only lived for 8 short years, dying of advanced diabetes due to malnutrition. It was very s...

DECEMBER 1961 “CHOCHONE , you’ve outdone yourself,” my Papa chuckled, peering into the basket. “Look at ‘em, all curled up like little black pearls.” “They’re precious,” I agreed, stroking the soft fur of the cat with a single white paw. She was the runt of the litter, but she had the loudest meow. “I’m thinkin’ we should call this one Spot, for that dash of white,” he suggested with a twinkle in his eye. I nodded. “Spot it is.” The house was filled with the comforting sounds of purring and the occasional squeak as the kittens played. It was a stark contrast to the howling wind outside, which had been a constant companion since the first snowfall. Chochone had picked the perfect time to have her litter. The warmth from their tiny bodies seemed to radiate through the basement, even though the furnace was chugging away just a few feet away. FEBRUARY 1962 “IT’S GONNA be a cold one tonight,” Papa warned, peering through the dusty basement window. The snow had already started t...

HELLO fellow authors and readers, I'll be launching my new eBook collection, called THE OAKWOOD CHRONICLES, hopefully soon. IT IS 4 eBooks full to the brim with stories of novel length. All new covers, new stories, coming up soon in preview. Fully beta-read, receiving 4.5 to 5 stars and written between 2019-2021. FINALLY , the entire collection will be available (debut/launch) for sale via BuyMeACoffee.com soon. Yes, you can pre-order the first book (£4) by dropping 4 coffees at £1; books 2, 3 & 4 will be at £5 each, so 5 coffees. The whole collection will be available at £10, 10 coffees. ANYONE dropping £10+ coffees, will be entitled to request the whole collection of 4 books, by putting in subject: "Yes, I would like the whole collection..." Which I'll deliver to your email address once the series is ready. Cheers! THANK you for your time and consideration. Coffee donations are very much appreciated without work, trying to make ends meet is difficult after th...

Taking into consideration the various mottos found as well as ancestral roots, I've created my own shield. It represents how I feel, how I do things in life and my outlook on the future, by combining the past and the present. The various branches of customs, cultures and languages, in general, a beautiful diversity of people and traditions. What you've learned from yesteryears, helps you to understand more deeply who you are today. Blessed be!

YOU know I love the Paranormal, I always did. From the Summer of 69, I discovered so many answers. It was eye-opening! Below, is a story based on a true situation. Names, places have been changed to the protect the privacy of all involved. IF YOU enjoy stories of life-after-death and a belief in Souls being an eternal piece inside all of us, then just read... THE SOUL'S ENCOUNTER! JULY  arrived in a blaze of heat. Unrelentless high temperatures. Overall the month had an average of 27°C (81°F). The amount of wild fires and the ones as a result of fireworks falling on dried grass... SADLY and unexpectedly, 5 July saw the end of Gramps' life (See the story; 4 Funerals and 1 Wedding; coming soon). From the Monday, 7 July, he rested at the Funeral parlour for 3 long days. INSIDE it was freezing, the AC being on to keep the bodies cold. Turned up much higher due to the constant stream of mourners. All three days were very busy, Gramps had family, friends and loads of acquaintances...