Hey there, my beautiful animal-loving friends and paws & claws family! 🐶🐱💛
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Today, I want
to take you along on a heartwarming journey filled with creativity, connection,
and community. So much has happened, and I’m beyond excited to share it with
you!
👀From Gaming to Giving – A Week of Creativity, Community & Compassion❤
🌊 Waveful: A New Chapter in Our Family's Story
I’ve recently joined the new social media app Waveful❤a safe, fun, and inspiring space where creators can share their passions and build real community. And guess what? My middle son, Conrad, and even my husband have now joined me on Waveful too!
🕹 Conrad has created his own Gaming Island, where he shares his love for games and invites YOU to share your gaming wins, fails, and favorite memories. Whether you're a seasoned gamer or just curious, go visit his island and show some love. It’s one more way we’re staying connected❤even when far apart. Conrad wrote a beautiful poem read on👉 Facebook Link 👈 so adorable....❤❤❤❤
🌴 Curious About
Islands on Waveful? Here’s a Quick Guide
👇View Guide On Bee Happy Waveful Fan page 👇
👉Wavefull Bee Happy Fanpage Link👈
How do I go
live on Waveful?
You need to:
1. Be the admin of an Island
2. Be 18+
3. Reach a minimum number of invites (contact support for this)
How do I share
my Island?
Head to your Island’s Settings and tap the three dots in the top right to get the share link.
How to scroll
back up quickly on an Island?
Tap the Island name at the top left when viewing posts.
What are Island
tags?
They’re topic keywords that describe what your Island is about.
Now you’re
ready to explore and create with confidence on Waveful! 🎉
Use my invite
link and join Waveful today👉 View on Link 👈 any Questions Join My Waveful Bee Happy Fanpage on Facebook where I share How's and Don'ts 👉Waveful Bee Happy Facebook fanpage View on Link 👈
♻ Trash to
Treasure: My Tokreen-Style Minions
This week I
completed a very special project: my latest Trash-to-Treasure minions❤handmade
with five basic household items in vintage Tokreen style! 🖌🧤 I’ve just revealed the final look in a
video on Waveful, and I’ll also be sharing it on my other social platforms. You
don’t want to miss these quirky little creations made from recycled materials
and love. 🌟
🐾 Spotlight:
Chocolate’s Angels Animal Rescue
Let me tell you about Chocolate’s Angels Animal Rescue❤a cause that’s truly close to my heart. They are doing incredible work saving abandoned, injured, and neglected animals.
But they need our help.
💔 They are
drowning in vet bills and need both awareness and support to continue their
life-saving work. I’ve shared their inspirational story and included a link to
their live YouTube update. Please follow, support, and most of all❤share their
story with other animal lovers. Even one share can make a world of difference!
📖 Blood in the
Snow – Chapter 11
By: Fritz Swanepoel
Proud Mom moment alert! ✨ My son’s gripping story Blood in the Snow continues to unfold. Chapter 11 will be released this week on his dedicated blog page where all his previous chapters are listed.
These stories are raw, powerful, and come from a place of real-life experience. My kids didn’t have an easy road, but they rose above every challenge with strength and creativity. I’m so proud of them.
📚 Click here toread all chapters on the blog.👈
Chapter 11: Not Quite Him
The morning air felt colder than usual, even inside the house. I pulled
my sleeves over my hands and shuffled down the stairs, still haunted by the
lingering fragments of last night—whatever it had been.
Mom greeted me with her usual forced cheer. "Morning, hon. There's
eggs on the stove. Grab them before they get cold."
Dad sat at the kitchen table, thumbing through the newspaper, sipping
his black coffee. Everything seemed normal. Too normal.
Then I saw him—my brother, already seated, spooning cereal into his
mouth with mechanical precision. Chew. Swallow. Spoon. Repeat. His eyes stared
forward, unblinking, like he wasn’t really looking at anything.
"You're up early," I said, sliding into the chair opposite
him.
He looked at me.
His smile twitched before it fully formed. “Couldn’t sleep. Too excited
for today.” His voice was... off. It sounded right, but it came out wrong—flat,
like someone rehearsing a line.
“Excited for what?”
He blinked. "Just... the day."
I froze. That wasn’t how he spoke. Not even close.
The spoon in his hand clattered as he dropped it into the bowl, milk
splashing up onto the table. No one reacted.
"Clean that up, please," Mom said, not looking up from the
sink. Her voice was calm, detached.
“I’ll get it,” I said, rising quickly, grabbing a paper towel. As I
wiped the mess, I glanced up at him again.
He was still smiling.
Only now, his eyes weren’t blank—they were locked on me. Watching me.
Wide, glassy, and far too still. The smile didn’t move. Not when I looked away.
Not even when I handed him a new spoon.
“I had a dream about the forest,” he said quietly.
I paused.
His voice had changed again—soft and deliberate. “It called me by name.”
I didn’t respond.
He tilted his head slowly, like he was listening to something I couldn’t
hear. Then he said: “Do you remember when we buried the bird?”
A chill crept up my spine.
He wasn’t there that day. He was with Dad in town when it happened.
“How do you know about that?” I asked, barely above a whisper.
He smiled wider.
“Because it’s still down there. And it's not alone anymore.”
The room went quiet. Even the faucet stopped dripping.
I stared at him, searching for a trace of the brother I once knew—the
boy who used to sneak chips into his room and make dumb noises to make me
laugh. But this... this thing across from me just stared, unmoving, as if the
words it spoke didn’t belong to it at all.
"That's not funny," I said.
He blinked, and suddenly—like flipping a switch—his expression softened.
"I was just joking," he said, chuckling nervously, as if nothing had
happened. “You’re so jumpy lately.”
I forced a laugh, but it got stuck halfway in my throat.
Mom turned from the sink. “Are you two alright?”
“Yeah,” we both said in unison.
Too quickly. Too perfectly.
The rest of breakfast passed in silence. The scrape of forks against
plates, the distant sound of birds outside, the rhythmic thump of Dad’s spoon
stirring his coffee—everything felt like it was repeating itself. Like a loop.
My brother didn’t speak again. He just kept eating, eyes flicking to me every
few minutes. Watching. Measuring.
I excused myself and went back upstairs.
My room smelled of dust and cold air. I hadn’t noticed it before, but
the scent was... aged, like a place sealed off for years. I walked over to the
nightstand and pulled open the drawer.
The diary was still there, exactly where I had thrown it—perfectly
folded, the bookmark peeking out near the end.
I stared at it.
Who are we... who were I.
The words made no sense. But something about them felt deliberate, like
a code I wasn’t meant to understand. Not yet.
I shut the drawer and stepped back.
The window near my bed creaked slightly in the breeze. Outside, the
trees swayed, heavy with snow. A few kids' footprints from yesterday’s trek
still marked the frozen dirt—but they only led to the edge of the forest. None
returned.
I shivered.
Something brushed against the back of my neck.
I spun.
Nothing. Just my jacket hanging on the hook behind the door.
I needed answers. And if he wasn’t going to give them to me, I’d find
them myself.
Downstairs, I heard my brother laugh—sharp, high-pitched, like glass
being scraped. It echoed for a moment too long, then stopped abruptly.
I didn’t move.
Then his voice floated up the stairs. “Hey sis, wanna go outside later?
Like old times?”
I didn’t answer.
I shut the door, turned the lock, and leaned against it.
[Diary Entry – January 12th, 1978]
I don’t know how much longer I can pretend everything’s fine.
Not to them. Not to myself.
He looks like my brother. Sounds like him. Knows his jokes, his habits,
the stupid way he chews cereal with his mouth open. But it's not him.
There’s a rhythm missing—a beat I can feel in my bones. It's like
watching an old film reel of someone you loved, except the eyes don’t match and
the laughter echoes in the wrong places.
He said something this morning. About the basement. About it not being
alone anymore.
Did he mean the thing I saw? The voice in the dark? The face that looked
like Mom but wasn’t?
Or was he warning me?
I’m not sleeping tonight. Not until I know more. I’ll wait until
everyone’s asleep. I’ll bring the flashlight and gloves. Maybe even that rusty
old knife from the cabin drawer. Just in case.
I’m scared. But I’m not crazy.
Not yet.
Whatever’s happening... it started with him.
And I think it’s coming for the rest of us.
👀 Key Points to Look Forward to in Chapter 12:
1. **Investigation of the Basement**: The protagonist may explore the basement mentioned by her brother, seeking answers about what he meant by “it’s not alone anymore.” This could lead to discovering hidden secrets or objects that deepen the mystery.
2. **Confrontation with Her Brother**: There might be a direct confrontation between the protagonist and her brother. She may ask him more probing questions about his odd behavior and the dream he had.
3. **Flashbacks or New Memories**: As she grapples with the situation, there may be flashbacks or new memories that unveil more context about her brother’s past and shared childhood experiences, which could provide clues about the present.
4. **The Forest Motif**: The mention of the forest may play a significant role. The protagonist may feel compelled to revisit the woods, either driven by curiosity or a sense of dread, leading her to confront lingering elements from her past.
5. **Paranoia and Isolation**: The protagonist’s feelings of paranoia and isolation could intensify, depicted through her interactions with her family and her internal thoughts as she struggles to distinguish what’s real.
6. **Symbolism of the Diary**: The diary's significance might grow as she reflects on its content, leading her to uncover secrets that draw connections between her current situation and key events from the past.
7. **Unraveling the Family Dynamics**: There may be deeper explorations of the family atmosphere, particularly how her parents are reacting to the strange occurrences, which could hint at larger familial issues or secrets.
8. **Tension Escalation**: The tension in the household may escalate further, culminating in a pivotal moment that forces the protagonist to take a stand or make a critical decision regarding her brother or the strange events around them.
These key points should set the stage for an intriguing chapter that
further explores the themes of identity, memory, and the nature of reality.
📲 Apps &
Tools That Made This Blog Possible
A huge thank you to the following tools and apps that helped bring all this to life:
ChatGPT – my brainstorming buddy
Grammarly – for polishing my words
Microsoft Word – for drafting
Google Blogger – for hosting the blog
WhatsApp – for staying connected
Waveful – for building community
Canva – for creating beautiful visuals
Thank you for
reading and for being part of this journey. Whether it’s through gaming,
creating art, saving animals, or simply clicking a link—you are part of this
story. Let’s keep growing, creating, and caring together.
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Tanya Eyssen
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