The Bird watcher who spies

Joanne Evans. Hi my name is Johanne Evan from from London, it was 1960. I have long blonde and my eyes are blue, I wear fake eye lashes and black shortest skirt and white shirt. My favorite colors are pink, purple and blue. I felt so down, I felt like ending it all. I just wanted to get out of the Foster home so I took a walk to Saint James’ park, it was hot 91 in temperature today. I feel like locking myself in my bedroom but it is so hot. I saw this boy named Dan Richards, he seemed okay. As we got chatting as we are going to be starting at Saint Albans Senior school in September, we are both the same age. I didn’t tell him about my Mum and family as I was too interested in what he was talking about. His John Keats poetry and S Lowry paintings. It’s not surprising he’s aimed at poetry and art, with the mental abuse and violence he faces in the Foster home, he probably wants to hide himself away but not all negatives come into talent, positivity does too. I am growing strongly towards Dan though but I’m not building my hopes up, I think likes me like I like him but I could be wrong. Dan Richards Hi my name is Dan Richards, my hair is jet black with a Mick Jagger hair style and cut. This for me is more than a walk than a park, I get the feeling Joanne feel for another than just friends but neither of are completely certain we feel that way about one another or not, we haven’t showed it to one at all. Saying that I mustn’t built my hopes up, she may just want to be friends or she may hate the sight of me, joke she wouldn’t talk to me at all otherwise. Maybe she is waiting for me to say something and make the first move, right or wrong they the guy should make the first move. That’s easy said than done, I probably make a foal of myself knowing me. I guess there is plenty of time as we are only 11 years old, despite of that I don’t want to rush her, I don’t want to leave too late that she meets someone better than me, plus adults maybe think we are a pair crazy kids trying hard to grow up too fast, as they kids do. I guess I just a silly babe, scar of rejection and fear of her not being interested and I guess she may fear this about me too. I can’t believe I am talking like this because I don’t show this to the out to the people in my life, I am just normal 11 old kid to them, whatever normal is, I’m not normal, what normal? I fear if I say anything I may spoil an amazing friendship between us. She seems to understand my background, hers was similar to mine. My Father Burt gives my Mother Shelia hell of a time, it seems as if she is scared to leave him. He finishes work every night, goes to the pub and he puts money bandits and he has handy any money to pay the bills etc, I don’t intend to grow like him, hopefully not. To be fair I am pretty good with my maths. The summer has been great, Joanne is the only happiness I have, we share our interests and goals in creative writing and art. We both draw, paint, write short stories and poetry. We love the Beatles, Dusty Springfield and Cellar Black. We gave each other one another’s phone numbers and we only live down road from one another. As crazy as it sounds, we write letters to one another so just maybe something is there between us. I’m so disappointed in my best friend Lee’s behavior since I have meet Joanne. I think he senses there is a bond between me and Joanne and that really worries him. He makes out I’m no good for her, when really he fancy her himself. He told everyone in school teachers, kids the load that something is going on between myself and Joanne, we are just friends, if anything anything more I don’t even know myself, neither does Joanne. He keeps on making up stories, because I think he is worried we will get together. He made up this silly story that spiced on us in Saint James’ park with a pair of biknockus, Joanne was wearing a pink bikini on a Saturday afternoon but also looking out for flying birds for his bird project. He ended up doing lines and detention for telling lies. He then went on bullying other kids begging for money so that was another thing he was in trouble for. I can’t believe how much he has changed since we started senior, Lee was my best mate. Another story he tells, that he and Miss Cane are in relationship, I doubt that’s true either surely. For one shouldn’t be no teacher and child relationship allowed, for two Miss Cane is old least she looks that way and not even good looking but she is an okay enough person. Not sure why he likes her in that way.

Alice Brown

My name is Alice Brown, I was born in 1896 in Nottingham , and I was an orphan as a child. I had four brothers and one sister, Tom, Albert, Edward, John and Elise, we were all separated orphans in different orphanages so I was told. They were very strict, little food and money was tight. By the time I fourteen to seventeen, I worked fourteen hours a day in a warehouse. It was 1913, on a very cold winter’s November’s evening. I was sitting on a street corner staring into space and freezing cold. I was wearing a grey ragged dress, very thin cotton. Suddenly I noticed a very blond haired man coming towards me, wearing a scarify black jacket and trousers. We talked all night long as he gave me his jacket to put which was miles too big for me. His name was Fred Brown. Fred was bought up be his Father single handed as his Mother Joyce died very young. His Dad was a miner in Nottinghamshire. George married again to a lady named Elizabeth and they had Fred’s step brother Bill. Both George and Elizabeth died when Fred was twelve and Fred raised Bill until he could look after.ok himself. It was a hot summer in 1918, when me and Fred married. He became a coal mine. I was carrying my first baby boy Sam. Me and Fred were looking forward to the future together, then a couple years later I had Richard, he was 10Ibs born, his hair was white blond as snow and bright blue eyes. When he got to six months old, he couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. We tried our hardest to give our children the best childhood we could, which we would anyway but mainly because neither or Fred’s childhood was very good. Matthew was born in 1925, he had very thick jet black hair, he looked like as if he came out of the coal mines with his Father, when I had him. He was a very greedy little boy. In school he made paper out of machete. Painted it green and red, he licked the paint as he pulled a funny face. We were all laughing and crying at the same time. Life was so happy for all of us until Fred died twelve months later in a mining accident. There was an explosion as his body was found in the pits. Hi my name is Sam Brown Alice and Fred’s son. In the end Mum struggling to cope with out Dad, looking after us money wise, as she put her head in a gas oven, it was awful, as I was the eldest, I raised my brothers Richard and Matthew, Richard raised Matthew when was fourteen, when I joined the army at eighteen. When I came out the army at twenty one, I unexpectedly met the I fell in love with to be my wife her name was Lilly. Me and Lilly fell in love on the Yorkshire Moors where we met, then she came to Nottingham to train as a nurse in the Second World War. She moved into my late Mother’s house while I was at war looking after my young brothers Richard and Matthew. she had raised her brothers and sisters too. Ron and Elise had died when Lilly was twelve. Lilly was born and bred Yorkshire. Lilly never went to school, she was educated at home and she went down the mines when she was five years old. At age of seven she was sweeping the chimneys and sixteen till eighteen she was a kitchen maid. Lilly’s brother Robert married a lady who was also named Lilly, he was the last of their family to marry after, Lilly’s uncle Richard died who was Lilly Mum Ellie’s brother. Sooner the war was over in 1945, me and Lilly married.

Station Hotel Dudley West Midlands UK

The station Hotel Dudley West Midlands UK  The station hotel opened in the 19th century in Dudley West Midlands. It was a luxurious hotel. It seemed very active in its history, it walked the talk. The station hotel is in Castle Hill, it runs below Dudley Castle, which is also haunted. Dudley Castle was built 1017. They say that a hidden tunnel that connect to this day. The hotel used to be a Manner House, it was built in 1910. Lauren, Handy and Bing Crossly performed at the bingo hall opposite to the hotel when it was a theater. It was first signed to the Grand opera house, which stood opposite to the hotel. It was part of the 20th century. It was burned down in 1933 rebuilt again.In1936, it was the new Morden building, the station hotel opened its doors to theatre goers and performers. George Williams killed his wife Elizabeth Hitches because she was having affair or as far as he was concerned she was. He disposed her body in a beer barrel. It has been reported George burned her body. Derek Accra who used to be a mender for Most Haunted added that the remains of Elizabeth ‘s body is still in the hotel, at the time of investigation 2003. Derek picked up on George, he was a writer, who knew about Elizabeth’s murder? It has also been found out that a character had it named as a historical who worked as a writer for the brewery. Derek picked up on two children Catherine age six to seven and Richard age three to four. They died under wheels of the carriage, they also died of blood related illnesses. There was an unknown spirt sitting in room 214 waiting for some one infamous so Derek reported. Nothing existed to prove those spirits had existed yet, he added that there were many records missing. George Lawley, writer of At the time of Elizabeth Haitian’s murder, wrote about the murder in a ledger, which his work was reported hidden. It has not been reported I find it hard to understand how does anyone know the ledger is somewhere if it’s not found.

The writing Journal

It was the hot part of the day 11th July 2018, sunbathing on the patio in New York. Sweat was pumping out of me as if I had a 100 mile run. Yet I hadn’t done a thing.I should have been happiest girl alive and goodness knows why I was at one of my lowest. To this day I don’t know myself why but still I don’t think that feeling lasted that long, but how short now I cannot remember. Since 2018, a lot of time has passed. Here I was thinking thinking to myself where my mind was talking to me like my head someone else that doesn’t stop or I can’t think anything at all. Yet I can’t seem too write things down in a way that makes sense to the world, I just enjoy writing, even though I will be honest I am a rubbish writer but I am not that I not excepting anyone to say I am a good writer, like I just enjoy writing. Everything seems clear in the mind but struggle to say clear paper. However’ whether I get published or not nothing stops me writing. Thank you very much everyone for your patience and support reading my blog whether you comment on what I write or not. As well as a writing journey, it has been a learning journey as well. I guess why I am still there is because I have had spells I have written and stopped, maybe because I times my work is, then it goes rubbish, I lose confidence. I should keep writing despite of my ups and downs to improve and I must promise myself now. There are times I need support and time I don’t get a lot of support and I don’t except to but areas I need support on, it is not there but I keep bouncing back. Many people say that a writer’s life can be a mixture of easy and hard but those who have interest it can be enjoyable. Not sure what makes me give in and up in myself, I write my poetry and drop them again. I am no expert but there seems to be far too much technology in the world where it over powers life and over loads our brains. Forgetting one’s mobile phone or any other IT device, seems to be the end of the world and one time we didn’t have so many IT devices. Why do we have different time zones round the world? Where does time from and why does it fly too fast? Even the weather has changed to what it was, why? In Britain I remember a time on the whole when we had six months of sunshine and six months of snow, rain and more into seasons spring, summer, autumn and winter. Now it is mostly on the whole anything goes as far as the weather is concerned. Some say it is gobble warning or the jet stream etc, who knows? With winds, fires, storms, earthquakes and more. https://earthobservatory.nasa.gov/world-of-change/global-temperatures As a for time zone, as a child I am not why this is but I had a bond with clocks to a point I used to take them to bed with me. What a very strange child I was. Whether it has anything to do with my Autism or not I have no idea. This happened for a fair few years in my early childhood. If we think about it, as a lot of us know the shape of the earth is round, like it is with most clocks and watches as the time ticked round the clock per second, as rotates, it takes 24 hours to rotate on its axis.https://www.wonderopolis.org/wonder/why-do-we-have-different-time-zones Greenwich Meridian The globe runs from the North Pole crossing to the Pole crossing line of latitude. ‘Example; East country times of the Prime Meridian are always in-front of the UK and West of Prime Meridian is behind. https://www.timeanddate.com/time/time-zones-history.html https://www.seikowatches.com/instructions/html/SEIKO_7B62_7B72_EN/BONDSYmfdsbfps https://www.calendar.com/history-of-the-calendar/ https://www.timeanddate.com/time/uk/time-zone-background.html https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_time_in_the_United_States https://devblogs.microsoft.com/dotnet/date-time-and-time-zone-enhancements-in-net-6/ https://www.joe.co.uk/life/scientists-reveal-the-reason-why-it-feels-like-time-goes-faster-as-you-age-391326 There are enough hours in the day to do what you need and want to do, which is why time flies so fast. I’m not about you but I found time flow fast once I pasted twenty - one before then the future felt a million miles away. Time travels fast the older we get, mind you I find if I do less things or nothing time takes forever. On the whole though as Freddie Mercury used to say. Time waits for no man. https://www.psychologytoday.com/gb/blog/think-well/202011/why-time-goes-faster-we-age Lorem Ipsum

Characters point of view

Hi my name is Billy Drake, me and Alan are best friends but are we? We went to school together. Alan has always been hard to understand. I think the reason why Louise left his life is because he never really wanted her when she was there, he was always blaming her things, nothing was ever his fault and she couldn’t do anything right as far as he was concerned. For years he was wanting her out his life and cheating behind her back but now that she’s gone he wants her back his life. “By the way Alan why have you stolen my gun”? I know why he’s stole my gun he wants to blame every man who crosses his path for going off with him his but oh yes it’s okay for him to go off with other women not her with other men, he’s a dark horse is Alan. What he doesn’t know I fancy Louise like crazy but she doesn’t fancy me. The truth is as far as I know, I don’t think she has gone off with another man but wouldn’t be surprised if he’s gone off with another woman. Hi I am Alan Blake, I want to trust Billy Drake, he’s my best mate but I’m sure can trust him or not. He want to know why I stole his gun, well I will tell you what. “ How did he get the gun in the first place”? I’m angry because I don’t know where my wife is and why Louise left me. Has she cheated, was she murdered, raped, anything else negative, some and all of those things? I want to know.

Story outline. Chapter title page Jealousy

Chapter goal, Alan was trying to get his wife Louise so he makes out he wants her back but did he want her back or was he trying to cover his own guilt to the way he treated her? Like many of us, love has been blind but does she see the light? Setting LongBeach, LongIreland New York. Louise had gone from the LongBeach hotel, New York? 2000 Chapter conflict.Alan makes out he doesn’t know and what had happened to her, but does he? Was his best mate Billy Blake the best mate he thought he was? Does Billy take or try to take advantage of Louise? Characters Louise Blake Green, Alan Blake, children Anna Maria and Rye Blake and Billy Drake, maybe more will be created. No point of view yet. Conflict like, love and hate relationships. Hook unanswered questions Climax secrets, lies and more. Where did the guns, drugs and money come from? Thursday afternoon It had all started off a lovely weekend at LongBeach, Long Ireland New York despite the thunderstorm in Manhattan, it had been a crazy morning rushing through the rain to the train, with a loud sound horn as the streams smoke drew out as the train set out to Long Beach, which the family only just made. Alan had bought the train tickets online on his iPhone seven. “ 12.25pm, to LongBeach, standing at platform nine”. As the family got off the train, after an hour of traveling. The sun was shining, great start of the weekend Louise, Alan, Anna Maria and Rye Blake were talking a bank holiday 4th July 2000. Mainly Louise as she was a child nurse working very long hours. Although’ Louise loved her job and the children looked up to her. Anne Maria was five and Rye was seven. However’ her children Anna Maria and Rye were so looking forward to the beach. The sound of seagulls, blue sky, white clouds, yellow smiling sunshine and the smell of the clean deep blue sea, as the headed right on the beach with their bucket and spade building sandcastles, everything was fine until. On the evening of July the 4th, Louise and Alan put the children to bed. Poured themselves some drinks, Louise was drinking white wine and Alan was drinking larger. As time went on drinks increased, though the night. It was 1.00pm, on Wednesday morning the following week, as Alan woke up with a very shocking hangover. It was very hot, sweat was pumping out of him, it was 30c in temperature. His blond spiky hair was sticky as glue because he stuck gel on his hair the day before. He rolled over gripping his sheet to find Louise had gone, which was a great shock to his system as they had known one another since teenagers in senior school. He was very angry and confused but should have been? He had no memory of what happened the night before or any other time. He was out of his mind anyway. All Louise’s and children’s things had gone, also the key to the children’s room in the hotel. He called 125. “Hello, Maureen Lewis speaking”. “Hi, it is Alan Blake, I’m calling from room 750, please can you check the cctv camera to see if a lady left the hotel earlier, she’s 5 foot 3 and light brown hair, her name is Louise and she is my wife”? “Of course sir but she could be anyone”. “How dare you, my wife is not just anyone”. “ calm down sir, I don’t know who she is”. “Sorry Maureen of course not, I have no idea why she’s gone that’s all, I’m in shock, it’s not like her to disappear unexpected.” “ sorry sir, I know you know her I don’t but I will do my best help the best I can”. “Okay, madam”. “ Can you please come down into reception and I will check the camera and you can see for yourself”. “ Of course, I will be down in a few minute, I’m just finishing off getting ready”. “Okay sir, no rush, bye for now”. As Alan rudely slams the phone on the poor woman. He took the lift to reception, as two young people entered. Slim blonde hair lady about seventeen named Julie and a young guy, very short jet black hair, about 5.10, skinny and about twenty - one years of age, named David. “ which floor, guys”? “ Number four”. Replied Julie Julie didn’t feel happy been around Alan, she didn’t like the tone of his attitude but she did well to keep her cool. Young David could sense danger too but he felt as if there were too many cameras in the building for him to react. Alan presses four than zero for ground floor. On they went, then him. He was doing his best to keep his cool in the hotel as he was bitting his time. Alan didn’t have the best of patience when waiting in line, he was getting more anxious as time went on. “ How much longer guys, it’s like waiting for Christmas here”. “ patient, sir, everyone will get seen”. When it came to Alan’s turn. “Okay, how can I help sir”? “ I called about half an hour ago, from my room, raising concerns about my wife and children”. “ Oh yes sir, I am not being mean but if she isn’t with you she’s not in the hotel”. “How can you prove that”? “ Was she sharing a room with you”? “First of all Miss or Mrs Maureen, you haven’t answered my question and secondly, of course she shared room with me until, I woke up this morning to find she had gone so check the f**king camera”! “Calm down sir, otherwise I won’t”. His face went red. “ She could be in or out the hotel, Maureen”. “Maybe, do you want someone to check the whole hotel, sir”? “ yes but first of all let’s check the cameras”. “Okay, sir”. Maureen checked the camera, as she showed Alan to try and put his mind at rest. She could see anger in his eyes as she peered over her brown glasses with her fussy hair. She could that Alan wasn’t a guy to win with so it was easier to follow with what he wanted. He was still rather drunk and hungover but he didn’t care who he upset, he wanted answers about his wife and children but did he care as much as he made out? It showed a lady leaving, how Alan explained, with two young children. It was unknown where they we’re going, what they were doing, what’s happened? Whether the couple were cheating on one another, one cheating on the other, she may have been murdered, kidnapped, rapped, one, some or even all of those reasons. Also, what happened to the children as well as Louise. “Is this your wife and children, Alan”? Alan looked very closely. “It looks like them”. “She left at 6 am, this morning as the hotel opened”. As Alan left the hotel, he drove his ford sierra car light blue to his best friend, Billy Drake’s house in Beverly Way. Reg AB2000. He was wrongly drinking and driving as the thoughts in his mind was raising miles to the dozen. He even parked on a dead end street at the corner of Beverly way as he walked down to Billy’s house. He knocked the door, no reply as Billy was at work but Billy’s boasting terrific dog Buck barked, woofed and howled as he opens his month as if the dog was catching flies. Alan opened the door with the spare key Billy gave him. “ Shut the f**k up Buck”! It started to rain with thunder again, as Alan entered the house, walked into the kitchen. Now why was he at Billy’s for. A gun, why? In hopes of finding whoever may have or and killed his wife if anyone has. Where did Billy get the gun? At the moment that is unknown. Alan finds the gun in the kitchen draw. Locks Billy’s house and rushes through the thundering storm rain, none stop driving, where does he end up, who does he cross and more. Suddenly Alan pulls into a lay-buy to try and then he gets a message saying.This phone number is not recognized. He sends her an email, looks on facebook but she wasn’t his Facebook anymore, had she blocked or had she left Facebook. He tried to ask people she knew but they made out they hadn’t see her or and where they telling the truth. Had she told them to not tell him or even anyone, anything? Does he get in touch with the police, if so what becomes of that? He probably does get in touch with the police, if so when? Whether does or not, is he in trouble if so what and when? Also, many more questions and answers we need to know. Did Louise take her own life or and children’s? Hi my name is Louise Blake Green, I had enough of my marriage, I am thirty now and I have known Alan since I was eleven and married him I was eighteen. Alan has always been a bragger, saying he’d got this and that, when most of it he hadn’t. In the early years I foolishly believed him but now it’s got to point I can take so much, meaning now is the time enough is enough, I can no more, this is the end draw. I have took my children and we are out his life. Naturally Anna Maria and Rye are curious to why their Father is not their lives, I will never stop them from seeing him, I have told them that but I have also told them that things have not been good for a long time between him and me. I told them I will tell them why when they are old enough to understand. As if they don’t the reason as they have heard me and Alan row many a times. The way he’s been acting the last few years has been rather strange, as he does to pay any attention, avoiding me etc unless he was drunk, non stop texting, receiving texts back whenever we are the same room together. Not saying I’m right but it’s his behavior seemed odd, as if he was hiding something from me, he doesn’t love and I can accept that as now I don’t love him likeI used to. Thinking about it, what I couldn’t see from the start he didn’t love like I thought he did. How blind was I, he used me all these years? Also, when I was trying to talk to him, he wasn’t responding to me, I may as well be not be in his life. I don’t even he’s bothered I have gone but I bet he misses our kids. Maybe I was selfish taking them but no matter what me and Alan think of each other we both love the kids very much.

Writing practice One

New start. Anne and Beth moved in to what was then a new flat back 2000, at 22 Underground road. The last tenant before them left a fair few things. One those things was a Becks washing machine. They both had a pile of washing and they decided to try it out so they thought they would give a try. Soon as they put it on, water was leaking on the floor. “ Okay, Anne would it be cheaper to have it fixed or buy a new washing machine”? “Not sure Beth, I will check online, it maybe the pump”. As she put down towels on the kitchen floor. As it happened Beth looked online, most places were very costly, the cheapest was 125.00 on WWW.fix washing. machines.org.uk “Maybe they will send someone out to look at it Anne”. “That’s a crazy amount of money, Beth”. “Well there is no where any cheaper but we don’t know if it is fixable till they look at it”. “How much is it for them to come out and look”? “ 50.00 but probably cheaper than buying a new one”. “ I guess so but still costly but there is no cheaper way, let’s hope it’s fixable otherwise until we saved up for a new one, will have to take our washing to your Mums”. It turns out Anne was right, it was the pump, but it cost them 175.00, 50.00 to come out and check and 125.00 to fix, which left then short for a month, just about able to afford the basics, food, bills etc. Maskman Hi my name is Laura Brown, it was the 16th August 2010, on Wolverhampton bus station. The bus station was in the middle of changing, plans to be knocked and rebuilt, where the council was costing themselves and the public loads of money, when all ready that bus station needed a good cleaning as it was very dirty indeed. One day I went shopping with my boyfriend Donald Price. As we were going home, we were standing at stand k, waiting for the Wednesfield bus. On the stand L, at the condor my eye as I was speaking to Donald, I saw a little girl about ten waiting for the bus. It was a Monday afternoon to evening, at about 4.30pm. She was wearing navy blue school uniform and she had jet black loose hair. She had a pink shoulder bag on her shoulder. Suddenly someone came along with a black mask over his head as well his face, about 5.10 in height, black tracksuit trousers, black and white trainers. He suddenly gabbed her shoulder bag very quickly, which just about managed to video on my phone. While this was happening, I tapped Donald on the shoulder and said, then he ran off as the child screamed blue murder. “ Just look at this Don, at stand L”. “ Oh my god, Laura”. As he called the police They told Donald, they would be at the bus station in about half hour. While we were waiting, me and Donald, we walked up to the little to tell we had called police and long they will. We couldn’t believe no one else reacted other then us and the little girl was naturally and sheer shock and panic. When the police turned, I showed them the video, they got the bus company to check their cctv cameras. I gave inspector Robinson my phone until he did his investigation. He spoke to the little girl. “What is your name and what did you have in your bag”. “ My name is Lisa Davis, I had 20.00 in my purse and a nocka phone”. It had turned out that this guy’s name was Robert Leisure, police had spoke to many places in Wolverhampton town, well city to find that this guys had been around for while trying to beg people for money, some give in and some didn’t. If this is the case I thought, why has he got away with it for so long? He had been trouble by the police many times for petty crimes. https://www.cps.gov.uk/crime-info/youth-crime As our thank you treat, Lisa’s Mum Mandy took both me and Donald for a thank you meal with Lisa for a curry at Del shads, then became very good friends but all the same the crime case, took a fair while to solve, which really was part the pink bag was found empty. As the phone bought a new Samsung.