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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Nineteen

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I’ve been a very bad girl, apparently. Little Mary and I spent most of last night putting the world to rights, with a bottle of vodka. We switched up the guarding teams, at Big Mary’s passive aggressive insistence, because, apparently, she just felt safer with Thomas, instead of me, so I took advantage of some free time, and had some fun for the first time in ages.

 

I never really spent much time with Little Mary before, because we just didn’t see each other, but it turns out, we have a lot in common, because Mummy dearest doesn’t like her either. I learned a lot. Apparently Big Mary was obsessively paranoid when they were kids, Little Mary escaped when she was sixteen, so it was just Martin and Big Mary, spending their days preparing for the worst. Apparently, Big Mary claims she saw something coming in a dream, and wanted to make sure they’d survive. I guess she was right…

 

I’ve got a bit of a headache, so I suppose I should be grateful that they’ve hoarded some paracetamol.

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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Eighteen

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I feel like a human again. I’ve had a shower, used an actual toilet, eaten some proper food, rather than that preserved muck, and now, dear reader, I am typing this to you, on an actual bed, with proper pillows, and blankets.

 

I have to be honest. I did expect the bunker to be a bit more like something from one of the Fallout games, or something. It’s really just a regular house with some add ons, but I won’t complain, because it’s better than being on the road.

 

We all take turns, for guarding and watch duties, in teams of three. There’s six of us, in total. Me and Martin, his mum, Mary, his sister, Mary (Yes, that does get confusing. We call her Little Mary for clarity), their son, Jude and her husband, Thomas. Martin’s mum normally comes with us. I have a feeling she doesn’t like me, which suits me just fine, because I don’t like her either. I know it sounds petty, especially after I wrote a recent entry about how the apocalypse brings everyone together, and whatever, but the end of the world doesn’t appear to have endeared me to her. My only crime, for those wondering, was making her son want to move away from home, but she needn’t worry, because little Norman Bates is back at home with Mummy, so she got what she wanted from end of the world Santa, in the end.

 

 

Reading that back, I sound really harsh, but it’s not as if I can have it out with them in person, and talk about all this unresolved conflict (you’ll also be surprised to learn that Martin and I still haven’t discussed what happened at my mum’s house). This blog is a way of getting it out, so I don’t go mad in the middle of the night, and knife the lot of them, like the bloke from The Amityville Horror. I do like big Mary, sometimes. She can be funny, kind, and quite nice to be around, but then it’s like she suddenly remembers she is supposed to hate me for stealing her precious boy from her, and switches it up on me, out of nowhere.

 

Martin either can’t see it, or doesn’t care, because he’s in his element, living his “Mummy’s boy” fantasy. She dotes on him, and keeps making digs about how “a wife should really be taking care of her husband”. I try not to let it bother me, but it would be nice if he would actually stand up for me, occasionally, or maybe even point out that he always took the lead on those things, because he actually likes cooking and so on.

 

Maybe I’m just inventing reasons to be upset, because there’s still so much unresolved upset between us. I know we need to talk about it, but now he’s back here, I don’t see it happening.

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New Poetry and Short Story Collection – In The Garden Of The Free Children

Hola amigos,

I hope you’re having a wonderful Halloween!

You can now check out a brand new collection of short stories and poems, based around my spooky new audio drama In The Garden Of The Free Children.

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If you have not checked out the new drama, you can stream and download it for free, on my podcast, Sincerely, Jennifer x

You can also check out the interactive web experience here

Besos,

J x

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Happy Halloween!

Hola amigos,

You can now stream and download the whole of my Halloween collection, right here, and you can now download a free copy of some of my poetry collections on Amazon Kindle, to celebrate Halloween.

Happy Halloween!


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