ALIEN4

the Alien is here. He can fix me.

The Last Straw

I heard earlier today that when I was attacked on the Pagoda Unit before I got left in the woods, one of the last things they did was to pull out my bladder and play with it, I had a prolapsed uterus AND bladder and the bladder sometimes pokes through into the vagina. Not a … Continue reading The Last Straw →

Judith and Bernard

...we're never a happy couple and my returning from California to bear my son was a nadir for them. They provided us with curtains and bottles and the loan of a bassinet; my living Grandfather in England sent money for a changing table: and my mother provided her blessed presence for a little while. then … Continue reading Judith and Bernard →

segue; 2; pics

My son's beautiful, strong spirit A Corrections Officer helped me on the Tower Unit and helped me with all the crap in my head. my son had a horrible eye injury. Get it, "eye" mack? He was like the botch alien in one of my posts, the feline one. I couldn't see him when he … Continue reading segue; 2; pics →

wounded soldiers

I'm still not sure about that poor toad I stepped on and crushed out on the outside patio late one night after my mother was gone. I was being asked to put down her cat and I didn't want to. She wasn't that old. But I did realize she was very sick but it happened … Continue reading wounded soldiers →

all over

it's all over for me with Alien4. the men want him. I've given my information. Now I'm out. now my job is to stay alive. so I sat down last night to draw an alien with my beautiful new set of 100 colored pencils, I dont know how many crayons, the box is upstairs; probably … Continue reading all over →

Lost

being lost in the woods was a purification after that horrible experience in the hospital. There were no people, no meds, no hospital food, nothing. I was free and alone. But lost. And someone found me and I've heard a few different stories about this, people talking. and I know there was a whole lot … Continue reading Lost →

my son

my son has a brilliant education. He only has a year and a half of college. I am not allowed to name the schools he attended as he would prefer to keep that private, but he attended two excellent private schools in Florida (he had to quit one because of the eye injury for reasons … Continue reading my son →

my name is Lynne Murphy, not Abby Hill. Abby Hill is the nickname I used for anonymity in writing "Every Cloud" and "California, a Pro-Life Novel." And for blogging. ESPECIALLY for sending out "California..." to the 10 top Pro-Choice Advocates in this country a couple of years ago, with a letter. Then I went into … Continue reading →

mama aliens

the strange green arms tucked in are the repository of The Claw and that t it may never be used again because of what happened here. this is actually a transport alien but I wanted to show how different the feel is from what we see in contemporary alien fiction. this mother is very young … Continue reading mama aliens →