Hello, everyone. Well, I have more fake criminal charges to fight after fake Darnell illegally swatted me again. Like last year, this sets back a lot of my writing goals that I wanted to work on. The perps got me wrongfully permanently banned from another motel 2 days ago, right after the winter storm.
I'm hurt because I REALLY wanted to have fun working on some novels & stuff. I guess I will continue with short stories for now, until everything gets straightened out. I pray that they drop the charges. The stalkers are hoping to get me wrongfully put behind bars for the rest of my life, since they can't have me killed off fast enough.
I think I DID recently write a blog post about my writing plans & goals. I'm @ Series #47 right now, & I will publicize these up until 50. After 50, I will quietly work on 51-100, & then put all 100 in it's own separate ebook for sale. I have some of the Timberwood cult short stories included in some of the past ebooks. Someone in the TI community suggested that I stop using Amazon to sell my ebooks, & that's why I I quit publishing there for a couple of years. & then she betrayed me & ended up being a perp. So, I forgot where I left off at. I forgot what the last fiction short story I published in this ebook below.
https://www.amazon.com/Candy-Grandpres-Short-Story-Compilation-ebook/dp/B09DL9JZ6J?ref_=ast_author_dp&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.xTPWA7BZQJbR1WpS-igitTOOK6iHJZ8wkulEAoR3LFwjDddvf0IXQkdsTiGNq4pRlN95wWNaQR4XaunlfVwWxuz8nqoNQhEjZWqNAY455Stix0Y-If3ezG0xBy9hn-UHV8UK0rX-vz9F52LqlTfuQM6IheuSabANy2JNlP6MC0Zr-zq6dJlcGgZJGCajwGge.IWDj1IQrT-DdzZZyszhiBbxRoV8vK4tykIyEH6fxQfI&dib_tag=AUTHOR
Another fake TI perp suggested that I do a 38th birthday celebration edition for a compilation of my short stories in 2021 (the Amazon link above), & then SHE betrayed me, too. So, I guess I did 4 volumes of fiction short story ebook compilations. I don't have the files for this anymore, so I don't remember where I left off at. What the last short story was. So, I could do it today, if I want to. Just do it all over again. Make a fiction short story ebook for sale, & do all 250 + short stories. I feel like a dummy because I don't know how I thought I wrote over 500 short stories. The stalkers make fake bad "reviews" on all of my ebooks, to deter people from wanting to support or buy. They spread their slander everywhere they could.
I also plan to work on 3 novels about the Timberwood fiction cult, & also other fiction novels & more short stories & nonfiction as well.
Here's another brand new fiction short story from my cult series, that I promised to work on today. I'm hoping to get to do 2 short stories today, but I'm too tired & sleep deprived in real life. I might just do 1.
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Timberwood: Short Stories Edition - Vol. 47
I, Nola Bordelon, was kept awake & forced to be sleep deprived all night because many of the women in the cult communal house that I was in, were having a ghetto argument. More like, a verbal brawl. Thankfully, it wasn't physical; although it almost got to that point. Cassandra McBride Burke was drunk & picking arguments with some of the other women, like she always does. Some of the other women were drinking, as well.
I got yelled at by Mrs. Mary Ethel's granddaughter, Hailey, for waking up after 10:30 AM. & she told me, "Breakfast is over." I was upset because in that house, we were scheduled to eat lunch WAAAAY at 4:30 PM. & then dinner was at 7 PM. Breakfast was at 7 AM. "Snack" was at noon. Some of the communal homes had lunch at noon & snack at 4:30, while others had the opposite. Like a little kid, I was wrongfully punished for waking up too late. & of course, the women in the house started fat-shaming, bullying & ganging up on me for being upset that I wasn't allowed to eat anything until dinner.
Tauriana Tanner & her 2 friends started trying to insult me about my teal dress. Talking about how all I do is wear the same "shirt" all day. They falsely assume that I wear the same nasty, filthy, dirty shirt. She tried to manipulate & convince everyone in the house that I'm half naked, & that the garment was too short to be a dress. Some of the men in the house were harassing me, telling me, "Go put some clothes on. Don't nobody wanna see dat!" I tried to tell them that I AM fully clothed, & that this is a dress & not a T-shirt. 1st, everyone tried to argue me that this is a T-shirt, & then they started to falsely accuse me of wearing pajamas. They made fake "complaints" that I'm dirty & smell like mildew. I said, "How? & I just washed this & took a shower last night." They tried to argue me that I was lying, when I was telling the truth. I said, "I've been wearing this for almost a year. & nobody said anything. Now, why is it wrong, all of a sudden?"
Krystal & Lauren walked into the living room & started falsely accusing me of having old, stale boogers all over my "green" dress. People began arguing on whether or not the dress was green, blue, teal or turquoise. I don't have the money for any new clothes, & I'm only able to carry around a certain amount of stuff. They went as far as falsely accusing me of having on no underclothes, when I did. I even had on socks & sneakers.
The guys started laughing, talking about how I look like as if a boy was wearing his grandma's dress. I said, "Wait a minute. I thought y'all didn't think that this was a dress?" They said, "You look like a boy, tryna be 'hoochie granny'." They called themselves trying to be funny.
Rudolf James Keebler gave me a dirty orange jumpsuit that he found in the dumpster, & he said, "Here. Wear this."
I told him, "No. That's too small, & it's dirty."
He yelled at me & said, "Guyul (girl), YOUUUUUU best ta put dis AWN! [Girl, YOU better put this on!]
He said, "It's what you gon' be wearin' anyway! Didn't you say some stalkers tryna get you locked up?"
I said, "How did you hear that?"
His response was, "Oi! You think yo' best friend is yo' best friend?"
I was very confused.
He said, "Folks be a talkin' 'round Timberwood, chuh! Didn't you accuse Timberwood of gang stalking you? Didn't you call us a cult? Now, don't you EVER let me hear you calling Timberwood a cult again! Talkin''bout how you trapped & can't get out!"
The cult members were DETERMINED to force me to lose enough weight to fit into that dirty orange jail jumpsuit. They were coercing me to starve because I refused the fake, evil, Satanic "magic spray" that would instantly make me skinny. They called me stupid for not taking the quick, easy way out, with losing weight. They shunned me for telling them that witchcraft is forbidden in the Bible.
After some weeks went by, with torturous exercise & starvation, I was slim enough to fit into the orange, dirty jail jumpsuit. They wouldn't let me clean it. My OCD was off the charts! They took my Walmart teal dress & burned it. Come to find out, I ended up not going to prison. The fake, retarded Timberwood cult was the prison.
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