Published October 6, 2015 by Tracee Ford, Author

Abstract backgroundAnticipation filled Robin as Tuesday evening’s softball game approached. She and Wendy drove to the ball field together. They pulled onto the gravel lot and when they arrived, disappointment rushed over Robin as she realized Matt’s truck wasn’t there. She wondered if he decided not to come. She wondered if he decided to stand her up. Insecurity turned to anger as she thought about how she didn’t need the headache or worry of such trivial things.

A calm inner voice spoke to her mind clearly reassuring her be positive. But, the conversation with Wendy echoed in her brain planting seeds of doubt. She just knew she couldn’t deal with more heartbreak. Drama was not her style either.

The dugout filled with co-workers little by little. Robin made her way to the group of people as Wendy stayed behind and spread out a blanket on the warm grass. Others sat with Wendy. Some brought lawn chairs.

The police department’s team congregated in the outfield. Colin Baker walked to the children services dugout. He had an insatiable crush on Robin. He had a genuinely sweet disposition. Robin owed him a lot, too. She had always been aware of the crush, but she wasn’t interested in him romantically.

He approached with a grin.

“Ankle doing ok?” he asked kindly.

She smiled as she watched his curly blond hair blowing in the warm breeze. With a nod, she sighed and put weight on it.

“I think I’ll live. Thanks for asking. By the way, I can still run pretty fast, so you guys better watch out.”

She smirked.

“Oh,” he chuckled, “well I’ll have to make sure I keep up with you this evening then.”

Just as Matt predicted, her ankle healed without complication. She was thankful for that, but being cooped up in the apartment made her feel like a caged animal; it brought out the worst in her. The few days off of work helped her build some much-needed strength though. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she needed a break from work.

Soon 6:00 turned into 6:15 and Robin’s anger grew, the calming inner voice overridden by frustration. Being stood up made her feel completely humiliated even though she was the only one who knew that plans were made for Matt to see her play ball.

As she stood in the outfield fuming, she heard the roar of a diesel engine and the gravel crack under the tires. She glanced over to see the white truck pulling in.

The game continued as the opposing team took the field. Happily, Robin ran to the dugout looking forward to a drink of water.

Still put off, she made no effort to go to Matt. The anger seethed from her. Again, the inner voice spoke up telling her to be patient.

From the corner of her eye, she saw him sitting on the blanket with Wendy and some of the other spectators. Robin stood, her shoulders squared and her arms folded defensively. She continued watching as he excused himself from Wendy’s presence and walked toward her.

He wore a pair of dark washed jeans, black Converse high top tennis shoes, and a plain gray v-neck t-shirt. He wore aviator sunglasses and his head was down as he continued walking briskly toward Robin. The wind blew his hair everywhere. His shirt clung to him, his upper body muscles cutting through the fabric of the cotton shirt. Robin’s heart sped up.

Nonchalantly, she turned her head toward him. He smiled and waved. She smiled superficially and walked to meet him.

“Hey,” he said as she got closer, “I’m sorry I was late. I went to the wrong field. When I realized kids were playing, I knew I was in the wrong place.”

“It’s okay,” she lied.

“Really, I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t coming, so I tried to call your cell, but you must have already been on the field.”

“Really, Matt, it’s okay. Mistakes happen, right?”

Shamed by guilt, she realized she hadn’t checked her cell phone before going onto the field. He smiled and then took a deep breath.

“I was wondering if you wanted to watch me bowl tomorrow night. Some of the doctors and nurses formed a league. We meet in Oxford every Wednesday night.”

Pleased with the invitation, she grinned, “Sure. What time?”

“We start at 6:30. I usually go right to work afterward, so can you meet me there, otherwise I’d pick you up myself.”

“I can meet you there. That’s no problem.”

With grins, they parted and she made her way back to the others. When she reached the dugout, she looked in her bag. Sure enough, a missed called from Matt showed up on her phone at 6:03. A text from him at 6:08 said, “Got lost. OMW to the field.”

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Published September 29, 2015 by Tracee Ford, Author

11039514_10153108166348959_639178523_o (2)She sat in the abortion clinic preparing to take the next step. Her heart hardened and her spirit broken, she knew she couldn’t take care of a baby. In fact, she had no desire to. She wasn’t willing to change. Besides all of that, she couldn’t introduce a child into her destructive routine. She felt like termination was the only way to protect the baby.

She watched as woman after woman and girl after girl walked through the large wooden doors. There were some that were alone, like her, and others had a friend with them. Still, others had male companions as supports for such a difficult decision.

The expression of each woman’s face could only be described as one of shock. They seemed anesthetized by the conclusion they’d come to and the situation they now found themselves in. Olivia wondered if they were terminating because of their health or maybe financial reasons. Perhaps they were making the decision after having an extramarital affair; or possibly even a rape. Whatever the reason, all of the women had the same lifeless look in their eyes and the same blank stare on their faces.

A little boy with thick dark hair and big, beautiful brown eyes stood in a vacant corner. He wore all white: a jumper hitting right above his knees with white tube socks, white leather shoes, and a white short-sleeved shirt with a pointed collar. He was completely out-of-place. She wondered who in their right mind would bring a child to an abortion clinic.

Watching the little boy carefully, she noticed how motionless he was. He reminded her of a statue in a park. She contemplated whether the child was even real, or perhaps simply a hallucination; a side effect of the heroin she shot up before she came to the clinic.

He smiled at her.

“They can’t see me,” the boy said, glancing around and then turning his gaze to Olivia again. All the while, the boy’s mouth never moved.

Olivia then realized the child radiated with subtle light, a glow like that of the ghosts she remembered being exposed to. Her gift of communication took over and she talked to the boy in her mind: “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“I’m your brother, Bryan. Remember?”

Olivia’s eyes dropped and she wrapped her arm around her stomach as she weakened with the memories of his funeral. She remembered watching her father and stepmother grieve over Bryan. He’d died as a direct result of the demonic activity at Pikeview Manor. She remembered the day it happened and sitting with her grandmother at the funeral. She recalled how her father turned himself inside out with anguish and how her stepmother stood unresponsive, shocked and hardened. She also recollected Robin sinking into a deep, grief-induced depression.

She also remembered Bryan appearing to her after his death. He explained to Olivia that he had been an old soul, and that she needed to help Robin heal and start living again, so that’s exactly what she did. Approaching Robin, she relayed the message from beyond the grave and this broke the spell of hopelessness that held Robin in chains.

“Bryan,” she thought, “why are you here?”

“I need you to make the right decision. This isn’t the right choice. Don’t do this,” he whispered in a pleasing tone.

“I have to,” she thought as she looked down at her thin, bony hands as they rested on her midsection.

“No you don’t. Some of the women in here have to do this, but you don’t. Go home. Mom and Dad will help you.”

“I can’t go home,” she thought. “How could they ever forgive me?”

“You’re not fooling anyone, Olly. You can’t keep this up. Please, listen to me. Your child is special, because she’s yours.”

“I don’t even know who the father is.”

“You don’t need to know. All you need to know is that she’s your child. She deserves the chance to fulfill her destiny. Of course, the Creator could easily use someone else, but he chose you. It was the only way.”

“The only way for what?”

He didn’t answer her questions, but instead, smiled and disappeared.

Olivia’s eyes filled with tears as she pondered Bryan’s words. She knew he was right. In her heart she knew she couldn’t go through with the abortion. So, she got up and briskly walked out of the clinic never looking back, but she wondered what to do next. She wondered how she’d raise a child on the streets.

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Published September 22, 2015 by Tracee Ford, Author

Abstract backgroundAfter some much-needed intimacy, Robin rested in Matt’s arms. It was quiet in the house as she fell asleep. All at once, she awoke to the feeling of being choked. She couldn’t breathe or speak. When she opened her eyes she couldn’t see anything either. Her eyes watered tainting her vision. Then she saw it; a black mist hovering over her body. Instantly, she knew.

Her eyes continued watering as she felt her heart racing. Frantically, her eyes moved about the room as the figure dissipated. Still, she choked and continued to be immobilized. She saw the dark figure standing in the corner watching as she suffocated to death. Finally, relief swept over her and she sat up in bed screaming.

She felt Matt’s body jerk beside her as she saw the light from his lamp on the nightstand come on. His arms felt like a safety net around her. Still panting, she couldn’t say anything.

“What’s going on?”

The anguished sobs came with the coughing as she dropped into his chest. “It tried to kill me,” she cried.

“I’m right here,” he assured her.

“I couldn’t breathe. It was choking the life out of me.”

“It was a dream.”

“No,” she said as she shook her head, “it wasn’t.”

Exhausted, she flopped back onto her pillow with Matt looking down at her. Horror covered his face.

“Oh my God,” he said softly. Gently he touched her neck. “How did you do that?” he asked.

She got up and rushed to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, she looked at herself and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Bright red marks covered her neck. It looked like rope burn, but there were several scratches, too.

“I didn’t do that,” she said quietly.

Matt walked in behind her.

“Are you alright?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“Matt, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

She walked back into the bedroom and sat down on the mattress.

“I am strong, but I can’t physically fight this thing.”

“We’ll be alright Robin. I promise. We’re going to be okay.”

Andrew Joyce has an Announcement

Published September 21, 2015 by Tracee Ford, Author

Molly Lee BannerI am relaying this information to all of my blog followers. Andrew Joyce’s novel, MOLLY LEE will be on sale for $0.99 until September 27th. Molly is about to set off on the adventure of a lifetime . . . of two lifetimes.

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“Do you see the light?”

Published September 19, 2015 by Tracee Ford, Author

That famous question from The Blues Brothers means a lot more today than it did a couple of days ago. I have discovered something incredible! Remember a few weeks ago when I talked about anorexia and BDD? I told you how horrible I felt about myself? Well, folks, I have found something that has helped me tremendously.

I have been hearing the buzz about THRIVE for a few months now; people posting on Facebook about it and showing before and after photos of themselves. I thought, “What the heck is this stuff?” People were smiling and losing weight and maintaining weight and feeling good and talking about how their chronic health issues were being impacted by this product. So, on September 11th I decided to talk to someone about the product.

I was born a skeptic. You have to show me that it’s going to work, which is why I paid close attention to the photos going up on Facebook about this product. When I went to the weight loss clinic back in 2010, I read reviews and testimonials. There was no doubt that program helped me lose weight. Keeping it off has been the #1 struggle, but for the most part I have. The issue that I wasn’t so great at is feeling good about myself, as you could well see from my post a few weeks ago.

c82a6c9ea4faaab3de86a5a642406c83I spoke to a THRIVE promoter and honestly, I thought, “This can’t be that great.” I use supplements. I believe in minerals and vitamins. I believe in the power they bring to the body. I know that a large percentage of folks aren’t getting what they need from foods, so they use supplements to boost their missing links. My question was, “How is THRIVE different from what I already take?” I found the answer to that question on Friday the 18th.

I am on Day 2 of this experience and OH MY GOD! I feel like a new person. I am admittedly fighting off a sinus infection, so I have a headache, so I can’t image what the impact of THRIVE will be once I’ve gotten rid of this stupid head-junk.

Let me tell you how simple this stuff is. It is three simple steps, all in the morning: two capsules, a shake, and a patch. That’s it. Really! That’s all. No more hand-full of pills in the morning and afternoon and evening. Three steps. Yesterday I felt alive and I could think.

I was worried about how this product would affect my diabetes. My sugars are normal! The shake is diabetic-friendly. The capsules don’t give you that “high” feeling and the patch helps you wake the hell up! Really! Like you are firing on all four, six, or eight cylinders, whichever metaphor you prefer.
As I said, I am dealing with sinus junk. The moment the capsule hits my blood stream, my symptoms diminish. No headache. No stopped up nose. No cloudy feeling. It’s all gone. This product is packed with all-natural ingredients meant to help you.

12038296_921673407905852_5977551393149170196_nI injured my left leg in 2008. It’s not been right since. As a result, my hip hurts and I just started physical therapy. I even used to feel like I was holding fluid in my leg. NO MORE. The tightness of water weight disappeared as of yesterday. Testimonials have indicated that it helps people with chronic issues.
I’m not a doctor. I’m not going to tell you it’s a cure. What I am is a customer and I can assure you that I have never experienced anything like this product… EVER!

I was up before 8 a.m. this morning, which is something I DO NOT do. I don’t talk in the mornings because it takes forever for my brain to start working. I am a grump, to be frank. Today, I was smiling, talking, and happy. My mood, in just forty-eight hours, has changed. I am calmer and less moody.

If you are interested in learning more about THRIVE, please look me up. I am not a promoter, but what I am is a believer. I’m also not a pitcher. If I don’t believe in something or it doesn’t work, I don’t share. When my publishing situation changed, I shared. When things in my life change, I share. I don’t back up product I can’t get behind. Anyone who has followed me on this blog since day 1 knows that.

There is a huge promo going on right now and it’s good until midnight. Even if you don’t take advantage of the promo, you can still look into the product; listen to the testimonials and read the reviews. They aren’t lying. I had a diabetic-friendly frosty this morning and it was packed with vitamins, minerals, and protein. Two hours later, my sugar reading was only 102! It’s possible. So, to answer the question I posed at the beginning of this blog: “Yes! I see the light!”

Message me via Facebook or my email to learn more if you want.  Have a terrific Saturday!


Published September 17, 2015 by Tracee Ford, Author

Tracee Ford, Author:

Thanks so much Chris! I have posted this on my blog a long time ago, but with the spooky season of Halloween coming up, I wanted to reblog it from Chris’s post.

Originally posted on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog:


There is much debate about shadow people. I also did an episode on YouTube explaining my personal views of this subject, but I backed it with research.

So what are shadow people anyway? According to some they are shadow ghosts. They have their roots in folklore and paranormal popular culture. The differential diagnosis for the appearance of shadow people is sleep paralysis, illusions, hallucination, drug use, and sleep deprivation. So what if you see a shadow person and you do not have any of these issues? Then you have probably actually seen a shadow person.

Shadow people have been described as violent, supernatural creatures, often of a menacing nature. However, there is no scientific, statistical study that proves this. Author Chad Stambaughclaims to have actually recorded footage of shadow people.

In addition to be a threatening force, they are also often described as a fleeting shape…

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Work In Progress Wednesday: Jyson Aeby

Published September 16, 2015 by Tracee Ford, Author

jysonJyson Aeby grew up as the sole heir to the throne of Kacon.  A young and handsome king, he took his crown at age fourteen after the untimely death of his father. His mother, the queen, soon followed, leaving Jyson in the capable hands of his Nanny, Leena.

Jyson had to learn how to rule from a young adviser, Shafong Hachel. Although he was sworn to be king, and truly had the heart of a ruler, he also had an intense drawing to become a mighty warrior. He often left his throne and the safety of his castle to serve next to the generals that commanded the Kaconian army. This brought him to his best and most trusted friend, Edward Eir. Soon, he appointed Edward to be his bodyguard, completely confident of his loyalty to the crown.

With only his faith and the advice of Shafong, Jyson sometimes felt very lost trying to rule the large kingdom. He wished he would have listened more to his father and observed him more during meetings. Instead, he was too concerned with physical training and he had a thirst for knowledge that couldn’t be contained. It led him to study many religions and cultures of other kingdoms. He always found more questions than answers, nonetheless. He felt, ultimately, that by educating himself he would, one day, be able to rule wisely and with knowledge needed for fair and honorable decisions.

During Jyson’s reign, the kingdom engaged in many bloody wars to maintain their territory and to keep their allied city of Tonkipe safe. Jyson’s prayer was for peace, but his pleas to the God seemed to go unheeded. In fact, times got so precarious, that he was meeting with the Queen of Tonkipe almost on a weekly basis. The four-hour journey to and from Tonkipe gave him time to converse with Edward and Shafong. So, he found, that there was always a bright side even when he was surrounded by darkness.

With all of the chaos of continuous war, Jyson never really had time to choose a queen. In fact, it was the last thing on his mind. Nevertheless, Queen Rilish of Tonkipe was stunningly beautiful and extraordinarily smart. Much of their time was spent discussing strategy and how to maintain the sanctity of both of their kingdoms. Still, there was always time to walk in the garden and talk about lighter things. In fact, he found himself very taken with Rilish. Little did he know, his best friend and bodyguard felt the same way about her.

jyson2Because Jyson was terrible with emotional issues, he kept his feelings to himself. Edward, on the other hand, was much more outgoing and less shy when it came to pursuing the Queen. In fact, his loyalty to his friend caused him to step back so that Edward to could move forward. That he did. Edward and Rilish quickly fell in love and Jyson gave his blessing as he stood beside them at their wedding. Jyson’s hope that he could marry her, joining their two kingdoms, was dashed, but he was a gentleman and he was glad to see Edward so content. In fact, he reassigned Edward to the Queen instead of requiring that Edward keep his post as Jyson’s bodyguard.

War after war and battle after battle, the men of Kacon and Tonkipe grew weary. Their numbers were diminishing. Edward, loyal to the house of Aeby, took his place in battle against the wishes of Rilish and Jyson. Unfortunately, Edward was killed and what was worse is that Jyson was given the burden of taking the news to Rilish. His heart torn in two, he delivered the list of dead to Rilish. He watched as she fell to her knees, sobbing in agony as she realized the father of their unborn child was gone and she would never see him again.

Seeing the Queen grief-stricken, Jyson agreed to negotiate a truce with the kingdoms that continued warring against them. Part of the truce was that Kacon would share their food supply with the countries surrounding Kacon. Kacon would absorb the kingdoms, but they would be able to keep their rulers. Jyson had no desire to govern any kingdom but his own. This seemed to satisfy the rulers of the surrounding cities.

coverJyson was awakened in the middle of the night by Shafong. A servant of Rilish brought a message to the king for him to come to Tonkipe straight away. Rilish had fallen ill suddenly. Jyson’s love for her, although unspoken and kept secret, drew him to Castle Tonkipe. When he saw his beloved, he couldn’t believe her condition. She had deteriorated and resting in a wooden cradle beside her was an infant. He had been so busy with the truce and setting up the regulations that he had lost contact with Rilish somewhat.

As he held her frail hand, Jyson was sworn to take the infant girl and raise her has his very own. He was unsure of how to even try to be a father, but he couldn’t deny Rilish her dying wish and after all, this child was his best friend’s offspring as well. Once Rilish passed and was buried, he returned to Kacon with the girl child, Ziltra. With the help of Nanny, Shafong, and Shafon’s wife, he was able to rear the little girl into the proper princess. He had no idea that another uprising would force him to sacrifice her in the worst possible way.

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