Daily Adventures, Tom Kennedy Series

Daily Adventures – Tom Kennedy Series – The Vision Of Time – Part 3

Chief said “alert whoever’s left in the Kennedy department at the minstery and the House of Parliament that we have the boy. He’s staying put with us because Kordulmon won’t even come near us even if we have the boy or not” all of the men that were in the tent left out of the door. 

The native girl could here them disappear without a sound but with a little crack in the hill side not far from them. She looked at the chief slowly stammered with a panic because she was scared of what he’ll do and say. “Tigger calm down…tigger you’re fine. You’re not in trouble I’m just glad you and the little boy Tom is safe okay….I need to tell you something about you’re parents and how they died” 

Closer and closer it came, it was getting bigger and bigger, soon it filled the sky above, was the moon falling? As they both looked up at the night sky that was so clear; someone came running up to the chief he murmured something in the chiefs ear, “shall we” said the chief turning to Tigger. Tigger knew what was going to happen there was no explanation for it. She could see the big fire bellowing up into the night sky; she soon realised it, the protection observer had found her to protect the little boy Tom and that was why he stayed clung onto her. 

As she was growing up she had hoped that she would be picked and sometimes she hoped that she wasn’t. Tigger hated the responsibilities of something major like looking after a member of the Kennedy family for life until she died in action to protect a special needs child with extra special powers. 

They approached the bonfire Tigger could see the whole camp sitting around Tom was now settled in a man’s arms that she did not recognised but in the light he looked batted and bruised; he looked haunted in what he had seen before he arrived, he looked over to her direction gave her a wiry smile in away she was pretty sure it was away to say “thank you”. Tigger wasn’t ever so sure what to make of the Kennedys or the department but one thing for sure that they have been good friends to the chief one way or another. 

Chief had turned to Tigger before they took their place in the circle ritual. “These are dark times ahead and there’s no denying it. What you’ll will see in these flames are you’re parents battling Smallen. They were just two ordinary Native Americans okay; they knew that you were destined to take this path when you were born, they requested me to summon Stanley and Fred here 19 years ago. They explained that they had a vision that Stanley would have a baby boy called Tom who had autism; along with his amazing gift of autism, the Kennedy family powers and there was one important thing that was also planted an ancient ball inside of him that will destroy the next dark evil identity that came our way.” He looked at Tigger with a worrying look on his face hoping that she understood what he was saying before he could continue on.

He then pressed on. “On that fateful night of the first war with Smallen before you’re 1st birthday. You’re parents had been hit with a few things they were whisked back to here; before they got any attention they requested to have me at their bed side, they were in so much pain that it was to unbearable to watch. However see theses scars on my arm?” He rolled up his right sleeve to show her. They glistened in the moon light and the flames. “They both grabbed hold of my arm before I could react I could feel the burning sensation; I couldn’t pull away as they held on so tightly, they said ‘protect Tigger…don’t make Tigger become Tom’s protect when she turns 20. Please”’ I tried to reassure them that I would try my best but we all knew it wasn’t going to happen. Once someone is chosen at birth and hit their first birthday they immediately become of age. We all didn’t know it was you until they said it. They kept that secret to that very day they wanted to tell me on their death bed. I couldn’t ask how they knew I could feel that they had gone as their hands dropped from my arm and held hands.”…….

Written By Lizzy Johnson 

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The Comedy Kittens – Kittens Saturday – Stop blooming posting your favourite ball for fun!

Both kittens have these obsession with the whole Pom Pom balls at the moment but liking it so much that have to play with them out in the hallway that has a laminate floor. It’s all okay for them to play with and what not but the most annoying thing is that we have this radiator cover. Once they get overly excited and lose it underneath; now before they didn’t know the radiator cover comes off, until recently where the front cover comes off. 

When one person is running low and feeling ill with the flu your not really feeling 100% yourself and you don’t mean it. When you’re taking it of what feels like at least 20 times in order for them to get it or when they get it they literally stay put and you’re like well I’m the only one home here and I really don’t have the patience’s to stand here holding a huge long wood board thing so you could play underneath it. Check it out to see if it’s in good working condition (I pretend to think that’s what they are doing when I’m talking to them) they pretty much sit there.

Bubba 1 has a habit of posting it under the radiator because she thinks a game where we have to take it off at least 20 times for her to get it and play with it. The other day she wouldn’t move when she tried to get the bowl from underneath; so I barely touched her but slightly slide her with my foot in order for me to help her, she wasn’t even bothered that I made her slide with my foot because she likes feet it didn’t bother her one bit. 

Bless bubba 2 when me or my sister say we’re not getting it if you’re going to keep posting it underneath it to bubba 1. Bubba 2 tries to help her sister to get it out even if bubba 1 is in a sulk with me or my sister; in the end one of us will going help, in which we normally do it’s just trying to teach them that we can’t keep getting the radiator cover off 20 times because they keep posting it. 

My word once they have their favourite Pom poms they are like literally on one they play with them for hours on end and don’t get tired. Until they stop for a bit then carry on after they look around to see if anyone else is looking at them.

Written By Lizzy Johnson

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The Comedy Kittens – Kittens Friday – Think one of the kittens peed in my room!

So last night (27.9.18) I was just laying in bed working on my blogs as you do as I couldn’t sleep as I do. Then all of the sudden I get a smell of pee coming into my room; I do tend to leave my door open for the kittens to come in and out, until they go to bed whilst I go to sleep and I know I shouldn’t but I do leave my door open. Can’t help it I like having them round. 

It could be just my blankets that they sleep on to be honest they do like to get wrapped up in like it’s their little cove of safety and warm as it’s becoming cold now even though we are still having warm days later on in the day. I did a bit of research as I went along the way to the bathroom as you do. 

Along the way avoiding getting tripped up by one of the kittens who I quite frankly say they have a tendency to do that wether it’s for fun or not but scares the life out of you to be perfectly honestly with you or they appear out of nowhere and give you a mini heart attack.

I worked out that one of the kittens actually went to the loo in the litter tray in my sisters room so basically it’s been traveling all the way down to my room. I said to my sister I think that litter tray needs to be changed it stinks. She nodded and then replied “I’m so tired” I’m like thinking “na mate I ain’t cleaning it out because you’re tired.” Went to the bathroom and went back to bed with my door closed.

Written By Lizzy Johnson

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Daily Adventures, Tom Kennedy Series

Daily Adventures – Tom Kennedy Series – The Vision Of Time – Part 2

The young Native American girl walked past an house something caught her eye which made her stop in her tracks. There was something not quite right about the window; she looked around knowing that she wasn’t meant to be going into abounded houses or anything without someone else but there was something telling her that there was something wrong, it was up to her to investigate what the mystery thing was. 

She went in making sure that no one else was watching her or following her into the house; in her minds eye there was swirls of clouds that she really couldn’t see properly, until she reached a door that was closed and as she put her hand on the handle. She had became very afraid and scared of what she might of encounter.  The young girl opened it slowly feeling the tension between her and what was in the room that she may find. 

In the corner of the room was a little boy huddled and he was rocking back and fourth. She slowly made her way over to him as she was making her way over she didn’t realise he was holding a note. The native girl crouched down in front of him she said calmly with a whisper “hey little man…you okay?…what’s you’re name?” She waited for a bit realised there was a glow all around him and her she then realised who he maybe; she wasn’t quite sure for certain due to the fact the old tales that she heard about the family, she then thought he might not be able to speak either. 

So she tried again but this time with a guess of a name that popped up in head; she thought she might as well ask to see if he responded to the name, she took a deep breathe and asked “is you’re name Tom Kennedy?” Tom stopped rocking looked up with terror on his face. Before she could even press on there was a sound of glass breaking that had stopped her; the boys hiding place had been discovered by the people who were after him; that’s what he had thought and understood what his father had tried to explain to him, what on was he going to do now? 

She turned back round looked at his worried/scared face; she whispered “do you trust me?” holding out her hand to expect his little hand to take it, more crashes and bangs coming out from behind her. “Please…I need to take you somewhere safe….please” with a panic in her voice Tom grabbed her grabbed her hand as she held tight on a necklace in her other hand that Tom hadn’t noticed other than clinging on to her for dear life. 

By the skin of their teeth they managed to get out of the house before the intruders came in and kill them both. They had arrived at their destination of where they needed to be on the edge of a forest on the outskirts of a small village. Tom still clung on to the Native American girl wouldn’t want to walk he was so anxious. So in the end she carried him through the woods; by the time they got to the outskirts of the campsite few women and men came running forward, the native girl gave Tom to one of the women whilst she had to go and visit someone. 

As she got closer to the chiefs tent she could hear voices in hush hush heated discussions. She caught a bit of it “I knew this would happen….I told Howard about this boy. The minute that he says ‘he’s not like Smallen’” she had heard the tales about Smallen over the years but who is it this time who want to attack the Kennedys now. 

“Now the most important boy is now missing scared, don’t understand what’s happening and probably thinking his parents are dead.” Exclaimed the chief loudly. 

That was when the native girl came through the door and said “he’s not missing…I brought him here he safe. I found him.” Group of men turned round one of them looked at her and thought “oh dear god…she’s now caught up in it all now” the chief realised more worrying than anything else. He promised her parents the last time before they died to keep her out of it and not protect a young boy when she hit 20. It was too late her 20th birthday was just a few hours away; the young boy had found her, and she had found him without any knowledge of the history or her ancestry…

Written By Lizzy Johnson 

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Daily Stories, I’ve got scars

Daily Stories – I’ve got scars – Who am I?

Sometimes you know when you push me so hard to do things or tell me how to do things. I don’t know how I feel or say on my own because you almost lead me to doubt that I can feel at all; like I’m a puppet of strings, and you’re just moving me about at all different angles. 

It’s not as though that I always listen but there’s so much I don’t want to hear anymore. If you just listen to me and understand that I’ll never be who you want me to be. Yet I know that all you’re asking for is a little place in my heart but you shown me how to protect myself from heart break so I don’t find it easy to give.

Maybe I get a little selfish sometimes which is a good thing that I’ve been told. So why shouldn’t I? I use to say “I love you?” Let me ask you would it make a difference this time around? 

And who am I to tell you that I would never let you down. When there’s no one else that could love you half as much as I do now. Who am I to tell you that I’ll always catch you when you fall. Well I, I wouldn’t be myself at all if it wasn’t for you to stand up to my parents strong beliefs I wouldn’t be myself at all. 

I didn’t want to do what everybody does and hide the truth to find that we never knew a thing about love. Just me and you this real life, real love and knowing what it comes down too. If I chose you or my parents beliefs. I know who I’ll pick.

I will always choose you.

Written By Lizzy Johnson 

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Daily Adventures, Tom Kennedy Series

Daily Adventures – Tom Kennedy Series – The Vision Of Time – Part 1

The water look deep and inviting to the girl looking at the pond that sat by an old house with its wildly overgrown garden, that laid silent and secretive before the girl had saw something that caught her eye in the doorway that sat in the wall. There was an old lady standing there watching her; she beckoned her to come to her, the young girl went over to her because she thought the old lady needed her help and by the time she got to this old lady. She had turned to go back inside. As she turned  the girl caught the glimpse of the old lady smiling.

The young girl followed the old lady into the back garden; the over grown garden was actually not over grown, it looked well kept and the house looked fine and good shape. The young girl was about to ask the old lady but the lady murmured which only the girl just about make out. 

“You know what it is” murmured the old lady. 

They both sat in the conservatory looking out to the garden. For awhile they sat in silence until she heard the sweet old lady’s voice. She turned but her mouth wasn’t moving. She could hear someone’s voice talking to her throughout the grounds of this cottage. 

“Young girl, don’t cry because I’ll be right here when your world starts to fall. Young girl, it’s going to be alright. Your tears will dry, you’ll be soon be able to be free to fly once more. When you’re safe inside your room you tend to dream of a place that you once knew where there was nothing is harder than it seems. No one ever wants or to bothers to explain of the heartache of this life that can bring and what it means.

When there is no one else that can look inside you that can control you’re mind like they have; you once looked inside yourself like it’s your oldest friend, you just got to trust the voice within and you’ll find the strength that will guide you your way back. You’ll learn to begin to trust the voice within to control your mind and close it.

Young girl you don’t need to hide no more because you won’t ever change if you just run away. Young girl just hold on tight because one day you’ll be seeing a brighter day. Now the world that was so innocent is now quickly being claimed as in terror. If you look around it’s so hard to stand your ground now where everyone is so afraid. No one reaches out a hand to hold their hand. They are lost outside like you are but if you look inside your soul; you will find your strength to carry on, find you’re voice within and you will learn to begin again.”

The young girl had found herself on top of cliffs off Dover. Seeing warships coming in from winning the Second World War; she had found her inner inner voice that can go out to all of the soldiers who survived the war, wether they are injured or not they heard her voice. They knew that it was one of the female Kennedy’s who guided them to the end of the war. 

“Life is a journey from now on it can take you anywhere you choose to go; as long as you’re learning you will find all the things that you need to know, to be strong and it’s okay to break at times because you just need to hold on. You’ll know that you’re going to make it as you are strong. Just don’t forsake it because no one can tell you what you can’t do; no one can stop you, you know that I’m talking to you. 

When there’s no one else to look inside yourself. Like your oldest friend inside you just trust the voice within; you can find the strength that will guide your way you will learn to begin, to trust the voice within. Young girl don’t cry I’ll be right here when your world starts to fall” ……

Written By Lizzy Johnson 

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Daily Comedy Kittens – Kittens Sundays – Adorable but mischievous

For now I’m going to leave you this thought. Until the next time they do somethings that are very comical to write about for the bubbas; no matter how much of a handful they are when they want to be, I still love them more than anything in the world and we all do at the end of the day. They just keep us all going one way or another no matter how stressed, upset, laughter and etc. They are there to pick us up no matter what and visa. Probably missed a word out there but my head literally hurts and can’t think straight. 

The pair can be so adorable at the best of times but when they can be a handful they can be a handful; you pretty much can’t do anything without watching them continually, even though you have loads of things to do but you just have to be there on guard at all times. 

Bubba 1 is pretty much chilled out kitten to be honest because you know when you’re in trouble or you upset her; she’ll let you know where meow at you if you done something different or you don’t give her a treat as same as her sister. Trust me she did that to my sister earlier for pay back she ignored her and got into a box that my sister was trying to throw away thinking that bubba 1 wasn’t to bothered about the box. 

Until this evening (23.9.18) where she just got into the box that wasn’t big enough for her but she still managed to get into; she wouldn’t even budge or seem to be bothered that my sister picked her up in the box, and put her at the end of her bed. Bubba 1 still hasn’t budged a bit. Trust me you really don’t want to be on the wrong side of her at the best of times. 

Yet she can be up to other mischievous things when she gets a chance but not as bad as her sister. However she’s become very relaxed and affectionate towards me, my sister and one of my parents since she’s been here. Still on her terms though but the fact that you get use to her following you about; nicking your socks, nicking your shoes and creep up on you to give you a heart failure because you genuinely don’t know that she’s there until you see something black move. 

Bubba 2 is starting to settle a bit more but can still cause mayhem at the best of times because she is so adventurous, brave and full of laughter like nobody knows. Trust me she is adorable when she does the whole toothless face from how to train your dragon. Just to win you over if she’s done something that she shouldn’t be doing. 

She even nearly tried to trip one of my parents up on the stairs this morning (23.9.18) as she ran through their legs to beat them to the bottom of the stairs. I pretty much try and wait until they get up the stairs or downstairs before me but sometimes it doesn’t always work. I always say “move it, move it move it,” firstly I hate stairs in general secondly I hate carrying things up and down the stairs, thirdly they run full pelt up and down the stairs along with balancing act on the banister on which I hate the most in the first place. 

However bubba 2 can be really cute and adorable where she loves the whole cuddles, strokes and etc because she’s just loveable along side with she will sleep next to you to keep you safe and you keep her safe. She knows when your upset because she will keep you company no matter what. 

Pretty much is it for now of their comedy at the moment. Will write more at a later date when they’ve done something else funny. 

By Lizzy Johnson 

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