Winter Kindness – Blood in The Snow Chapter 9 *Poem – Trash Too Treasure

Winter Kindness – Blood in The Snow Chapter 9 – Trash Too Treasure

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🐾 Winter Kindness Campaign: Help Keep a Paw Warm

💀 Blood in The Snow - An original suspense tale unfolding one chapter at a time 👀follow the story weekly right here as we publish it chapter by chapter.

✍ Featured Poem: Father, I Told You by FP. Swanepoel

🎁 Trash to Treasure: My Latest Art Project

🐾 Winter Kindness Campaign: Help Keep a Paw Warm

Hey Animal Lovers Artists and fellow Viewers, It’s Me Tanya, As winter settles in across Cape Town, Bee Happy Paws & Claws is shining a warm spotlight on our local heroes in animal rescue. This week, we’re proudly partnering with two incredible organizations:

✨ Chocolate’s Angels Animal Rescue

✨ Capetonians Against Animal Abuse

They are working to gather blankets, pet food, and other essential supplies for animals in need. Many rescues rely entirely on donations to cover rising vet bills, daily care, and sheltering costs. Your kindness, no matter how small, truly makes a big difference.

Let’s wrap every 🐾 paw in warmth and every belly in comfort this winter.

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🧡 🎁 How You Can Help:

·        ❤Donate directly to one of these amazing rescues

·        ❤Drop off blankets or food

·        ❤Share their story

·        ❤Spread love and awareness

⚠ Disclaimer: Bee Happy Paws & Claws only shares and promotes local rescue efforts. We do not handle donations ourselves. Please donate directly to the organization of your choice — links to websites and Facebook are added above.

❤ About Them:

🐶 Chocolate’s Angels Animal Rescue

This small but mighty rescue is committed to helping the abandoned, neglected, and abused animals of Cape Town. With a focus on rehabilitation and rehoming, Chocolate’s Angels provides medical care, warm shelter, and loving foster homes until every animal finds a forever family.

They rely entirely on the community's generosity and volunteers with big hearts.

Visit Them on Facebook  👉– View on Link 👈

🐕 Capetonians Against Animal Abuse (CAAA)

CAAA is a rescue that never backs down from a fight for justice. From rescue missions in dangerous areas to advocating for legal animal protection, they tackle the worst of cruelty head-on. Their work includes feeding schemes, community education, and rescuing animals in urgent need.

Their motto? "Silence helps the abuser, not the abused."

Visit Their Website Donate Today / Learn more about them 👉– View on Link 👈

 

📚 Blood in the Snow – Chapter 9 “Something Like Her”

by FP. Swanepoel

 

Diary Entry 3

1978 November 5th, I think

(written in black ink, messy, trailing in spots)

 

Dear Diary,

 

I don’t know what time it is. It’s still dark outside, but I can’t sleep. I keep hearing the wind push against the window like it’s trying to whisper. Or knock. Or breathe.

I swear I saw something move past the window. I told myself it was a branch or a bird or snow—but it moved like a person. Fast and stiff.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this down. My hand feels like it’s shaking too hard to hold the pen.

Everything feels wrong. This room isn’t mine. The walls creak like they’re listening. The closet keeps opening wider at night. Every time I close it, it finds its way back open.

I feel like something’s watching from inside the floor.

Why did I come back here?

Why are we always coming back here?

The photo on the pillow—

No. No, I already wrote about that. I think I did. I don’t want to look at it again.

I feel like I’m forgetting something I was never told.

Like I’m someone I wasn’t supposed to become.

I—

The lights flickered.

Once.

Twice.

Then everything went black.

The bulb above me gave a soft tick.

Silence.

Then—

“...Nina?”

My brother’s voice.

Not from the hallway. Not from the door.

It was coming from under the bed.

A breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t move.

Then the door opened.

Mom.

At least… it looked like her.

But not quite.

She stood in the doorway, her nightdress hanging like wet cloth. Her face looked the same, but stretched. Like a painting left out in the rain. Her arms hung too low. Her hands—too many knuckles. Too many fingers.

“Nina,” she said, but the voice was slow. Dragged across gravel. Like something deep beneath, her was trying to mimic her.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

I opened my mouth to scream—

And bolted upright in bed.

Gasping.

The lamp was on. The window was shut. My room… normal. Too normal.

The diary was folded neatly on my chest. A ribbon marking the page I hadn’t finished.

I opened it.

There were no words from me.

Just a single sentence, written in ink I didn’t recognize:

Who are we... who where I

I slammed the book shut and shoved it into my nightstand like it could bite me. I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t want to touch it again.

I lay there, eyes open, breathing shallow for a long time. Every sound made my skin prickle.

Eventually, I gave up on sleep.

I tiptoed out of my room, down the stairs. The air felt heavier the deeper I went, like the house didn’t want me down there.

The basement door creaked open.

My socks slid slightly on the old steps as I crept down.

I reached the bottom and paused.

The air smelled like melted wax and something older.

There was a soft flicker in the corner.

The loose brick was gone.

Instead, on the table near the old sunken couch—

The book.

Open.

A candle beside it, half-melted, its wax spilled like blood over the wood.

A black pen resting beside it.

And on the top stair behind me—

The photo.

Just lying there. Waiting.

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**Reader’s Corner: What to Expect in Chapter 10? of *Blood in the Snow***

 It's Tanya again, and I’m excited, for next weeks Chapter 10 of *Blood in the Snow*. This chapter promises to elevate the suspense and mystery that we've come to love in Fritz Swanepoel's thrilling tale. If you’re a fan of classic psychological horror blended with young adult suspense, this chapter will certainly keep you on the edge of your seat.

> A diary entry from November 5th, 1978—where reality bends and shadows whisper.

In this chilling chapter, the story steps deep into the unknown. Nina finds herself haunted by sights and sounds no one else seems to hear:

A voice from under her bed

A mother that’s not quite right

A room that resets itself

A photo that won’t stay put

What lies beneath the floorboards?

Who really lives in the reflection of her memories?

📖 Stay tuned for Chapter 10 next week as we dive deeper into the house's dark secret.

I can't wait for you all to read Chapter 10! Be sure to check back next week as we continue this suspenseful journey together. Let’s get in the mood for some psychological thrills and chills! Happy reading! 🌨️💀

💬 Reader’s Corner – Books That Inspired This Story

Psychological Horror Meets YA Suspense -👉-

• The Sleep Experiment – Jeremy Bates
• Mosquito Man – Jeremy Bates
• Suicide Forest – Jeremy Bates
• The No-End House
• The Asylum Confessions – Jack Steen

👉 All books available on Amazon

🎨 From Storytelling to Sketching: A Creative Corner

Like his mom (that’s me!), Fritz doesn’t just write—he draws, sketches, and visualizes scenes before writing them. If you’re raising a young storyteller-artist too, here are some Amazon finds we love:

✍️ Stationery & Art Tools Fritz Swears By:

• Canson XL Sketch Pad – 100 Sheets
• Prismacolor Premier Colored Pencils, 72-Count
• Faber-Castell Pitt Artist Pens – Manga & Drawing Set

📚 Reader’s Corner – Books We Love This Week

Whether you're into mystery, coming-of-age, or something dark and magical, here are some thrilling reads to go along with Blood in the Snow:

• “Coraline” by Neil Gaiman – A chilling tale of parallel worlds and unsettling truths.
• “The Night Gardener” by Jonathan Auxier – Gothic suspense for brave young readers.
• “Small Spaces” by Katherine Arden – Creepy, clever, and impossible to put down.
• “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” by Alvin Schwartz – Classic spooky tales with haunting illustrations.
• “The Darkdeep” by Ally Condie and Brendan Reichs – Kids face their fears when the impossible becomes real.

✍ Featured Poem: Father, I Told You

by FP. Swanepoel

Father, I say in between beeping machines, when I was 10, I told you. I told you, Father I would beat you in an arm wrestling match. When I was 11 I said

Father, I’ll run faster than you. On my 12th birthday, you gave me my first present: a handshake, a promise, and a key. The promise was, don’t forget your family. I said when I was 13

Father I won’t forget your name when I’m standing on that pyramid of success. I will look down and still see you as the most powerful giant I’m yet to face. I said when I was 16

Father you may ask me any favour, I will never ask for anything in return. You smiled.

 Father, I told you and you smiled a smile that said Do it, I dare you a smile that leaked pride not in himself but what he sees in front of him.

Oh Father, now I stand beside your deathbed. I jokingly said I can beat you now, you name the challenge, a foot race, arm wrestle, the stone silence from an answering machine that beeps in the background, counting your fading heartbeats.

Father I asked you please fight harder, please fight longer, but it seems I was left on read with that same stone-cold silence, that silence you have been answering with beeping of a machine.

Father, you told me to be strong, be a pillar, be unshaken, but between there, cold stone walled only accompanied by only the silent beeping of your heart on a monitor

Father I can’t help but weep like a child that was just born I can’t feel more heartbroken than a widow on valentine’s. I felt broken and lost when the beeping of your answering machine stopped

Father, I never got that rematch, and now the only memory of you is the one I carry on my tongue and the stone memory you left behind that was planted above your head

Father, I know you’re still beating warm, and I know when I’m with you again, you'll be more than happy to give me that rematch

Rest in peace Father with the rose on your stone memory……

📚 Reader’s Corner

A heart breaking, poetic letter to a father—told through memories of strength, love, and silent goodbyes.

This raw and emotional piece captures the bond between parent and child, through every challenge, every silent moment, and the ache of an unanswered farewell.

Quote from the poem:

"I asked you, please fight harder, please fight longer… but it seems I was left on read with that same stone cold silence."

 

🎁 Trash to Treasure: My Latest Art Project

I'm currently working on a handmade gift for my son, using found objects, acrylic paint, and pure love.

From discarded household items, I’m building something meaningful — showing that even broken or forgotten things can become beautiful again.

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🖌 My Favorite  Art Supplies

1. 30 Colours Dual Tip Acrylic Paint Pens – Waterproof, dual-tipped, and great for paper, rocks, wood, and more.
   
   
2. 20pcs Blue Paint Brushes – Ideal for oil, watercolor, and acrylics. I even use the large brush for dusting glitter!
   
   
3. Nicpro 20pcs Dry Brushes – Perfect for fine details in miniature painting.
   
   
4. Apple Barrel Acrylic Paint – Affordable and perfect for buying individual colors like white!
   
   
5. HissiCo 42Pcs Acrylic Paint Set – Comes with 12 brushes and 6 paint knives. Non-toxic and vibrant!
   
   
6. Four Candies 25pcs Mechanical Pencil Set – Ideal for sketching and includes multiple lead sizes.
   
   🎁 P.S. If my family is reading this – I really want the cute pastel set with erasers!

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