What would you do?

What would you do when confronted with your own mortality?

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I know some of you have wondered where I’ve been. And why my blogs suddenly stopped. I urge you to go to my blog at http://klorraine.com and read my story.

I also want to thank you for moving the blog number counter forward. Maybe I will see it reach 10,000 visits with this blog.

Today, the number was 9,325 viewers. It’s possible. It’s doable.

It’s said that before you die, your entire life flashes before your eyes.

“There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love.” 1 John 4:18 ESV

I’ve enjoyed my time with my world-wide fans. I’ve loved entertaining you with my written words. And I look forward to finishing three books that are still in the hopper.

Until we meet again,

Happy reading.

Hugs, K. Lorraine

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The Darkest Day in History… Good Friday

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There were a series of miracles that took place at Calvary. And they were in direct connection with Jesus’ death.

The darkness that surrounded the cross illustrates the depth of His suffering of the soul. He felt Himself regarded as sin though sinless. (2 Corinthians 5:21). Jesus was bearing the sin of the world.

At that moment, the Father regarded Him as sin. But the Son of Man did not stop being the Son of God.

Matthew, Mark and Luke tell us. “A sudden, strange, mysterious darkness fell over the scene at Calvary. It was total darkness while the sun shone.”

But, at high noon at Calvary, the sun was smothered. This mysterious darkness continued for three hours until 3 p.m. A supernatural darkness settled down over the world. This could not have been the result of an eclipse of the sun.

It was the Passover. A time of the full moon. An eclipse of the sun was impossible. It was an extensive and compelling darkness. It was enough to grab the attention of the people of Israel for three hours.

The darkness extended beyond Jerusalem. It was as if the sun could no longer look upon the terrible effects of sin.

Matthew simply says, “The sun failed without indicating the cause. Now from the sixth hour darkness fell upon all the land until the ninth hour.” (27:45).

Mark and Luke write. “Darkness fell over the whole land.” (Lk. 23:44; Mk. 15:33).

It was a sudden and great darkness. A deathly silence covered the land. This happened three hours later, just before Christ died. But what happened at Calvary was not a simple phenomenon.

The only way to try to explain when Christ died is to accept that it was supernatural. God did it and He simply did not tell us how He did it. Nature was in sympathy with its Maker during those horrible three hours of suffering.

The timing was perfect. This darkness takes up to when the Son of God took His last breath and gave up His spirit.

It takes far more faith to say it didn’t happen, than to accept the historical evidence that it did. The Creator intervened and caused a hush over the land.

The LORD God got everyone’s attention that afternoon. There are some things that go beyond description. Jesus suffered extreme anguish of spirit. And the spiritual suffering of Christ wore on.

The increasing wrath of God grew more intense. The horror of suffering reached its climax when Jesus cried out. “My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?” And then, the silence was gone. The Son of God had descended into heaven.

The death of Christ secured our forgiveness. God spoke at Calvary in that awful silence. He was saying, “Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world. The wages of sin is death.”

Such suffering is inconceivable.This is a mystery beyond our human ability to understand. “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me,” penetrate far beyond the mere physical pain of suffering. Jesus was quoting Psalm 22 in His spiritual suffering.

The Father was not present in the way He had always been before. Jesus felt forsaken by the Father. He felt the desolation of the temporary broken fellowship with His Father.

But, the Son of God was never more pleasing to the Father. He laid down His life for the salvation of lost mankind. He suffered grief, sorrow and pain on our behalf.

The Bible tells us, “The wages of sin is death.” (Romans 6:23a). “The soul that sins will surely die.” (Ezekiel 18:4).

But God goes on to say, “For I have no pleasure in the death of anyone who dies, declares the Lord God. Thus, repent and live.” (v. 32).

“For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 6:23).

Jesus is the One who knew no sin. Redemption is ours through the precious blood of Christ shed on the cross at Calvary. God the Father made Jesus Christ, His own Son. Jesus had to pay the price alone and tasted our spiritual death alone.

Jesus experienced the wrath of God on sin for our behalf. Jesus experienced what a lost sinner feels without having been saved. He paid the price in full once and for all.

Jesus invites us to come to Him and confess our sins. Through this, we are forgiven. The Substitute, (Jesus) died on our behalf as sinners.  And the claims of the law on the believing sinners were fully met.

That deep darkness speaks of the torment of hell. This is what awaits the doomed sinner if we reject Christ.This is the destiny of everyone who dies without Christ as his personal Savior. Jesus Christ became our Substitute.

No wonder the sun refused to shine that day. The Son of God was dying on the cross to rescue us from sin. God hates sin, and a holy God must judge all sin. Hell came to Calvary.

To the believer in Jesus Christ, all darkness is gone. Jesus is the Light of the world. The true light now shines in our hearts. But, people are not just saved. We must put our trust in Jesus Christ to save us.

Each individual must come forth and say, “I am a sinner. I have disobeyed God. But, I now believe that Jesus Christ died for me on the cross. And I ask Him to save me right now.”

The apostle Paul wrote. “If you confess with your mouth Jesus as Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead. Salvation is yours. For with the heart a person believes, resulting in righteousness. And with the mouth he confesses, resulting in salvation.” (Romans 10:9-10).

Thank you for reading my post.

Have a blessed day & Happy Easter,

K. Lorraine

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We’re in the throes of the Easter Season

For many people, Easter is about Easter egg hunts, the Easter bunny, candy, and new clothes. But that’s not what Easter is about. The true Easter story begins at Christmas. The Christmas story tells how God sent Jesus to this earth as a baby. Jesus was not only a man, but also God in human form. As Jesus grew up, He never sinned, which means He never displeased God.

Jesus knew that everyone else did sin. We all sin when we do things that offend God. Because of sin, we deserve to spend eternity without Him. But, God loves us. So, He sent Jesus to show us the way to spend eternity in heaven with Him.

Jesus didn’t deserve to die. But He died to take the punishment for our sins. This was His mission. Even though God had rescued them over and over, they didn’t believe He would help them. They chose hopelessness instead of faith, and they dishonored God’s name.

In answer, God instructed Moses to make a bronze snake and place it on a pole. People who were bitten and looked at the bronze snake were healed.

Jesus referred to this incident in reference to His own mission. He said that He would have to be lifted up in the same way that Moses lifted a snake in the desert. Jesus would be held up on a pole (the cross) so people who believed in Him could have eternal life (John 3: 14–15).

Three days later, God the Father, brought Jesus back to life. If we believe and trust in Jesus to forgive us from our sins, we’ll go to heaven to be with Him when we die.

What does the number 3 signify? 

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There are so many more accounts in the Bible that the number ‘3,’ appears.

Jesus received the baptism of John the Baptist at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. He died on April 3 at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. And He resuscitated 3 days later at 3 o’clock in the morning.

On the image of the Holy Shroud, we see, a casting of blood in the form of a “3.” The face of Jesus is a testimony of His death. The Holy Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, participated in the Sacrifice of Jesus.

By three times in his last speech to the apostles, Jesus prays that they become One like Him and the Father are One. (Jn 17,11-23)

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The three great temptations of Jesus in the desert. (Lk 4,2)

By three times in the Gospels, Jesus announces his passion.

Joseph and Mary lost the Jesus Child during three days, to finally find him at the Temple. (Lk 2,46)

Jesus fell three times when carrying his cross.

The three witnesses of the Transfiguration of Jesus: Peter, John and James. Those are the same apostles who were witnesses of his agony.

The three persons crucified on the Calvary, symbolized the three manners to accept the cross. (Jn 19,18)

The three hours of darkness on all the earth, from midday to three o’clock, when Jesus was nailed to the cross. (Mt 27,45)

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By three times the apostle Peter renounces Jesus and by three times also he affirms his love for Him. (Lk 22,56-65; Jn 21,15-19)

The three terrestrial witnesses: the Spirit, the water, the blood. (1 Jn 5,8)

The three theological virtues: the Faith, the Hope and the Charity.

The three attributes of the Christ: I am the Way, the Truth and the Life.

For Christians, Easter is the time when we remember what Jesus did for us—He died for our sins. He came back to life. And He is now waiting for us in heaven!

The word “Easter” does not appear in the Bible.

On Easter Sunday, Christians celebrate the resurrection of the Lord, Jesus Christ. It is typically the most well-attended Sunday service of the year for Christian churches.1 Corinthians 15:3–8

“For I delivered to you as of first importance what I also received. Christ died for our sins in accordance with the Scriptures. That He was buried. That He was raised on the third day in accordance with the Scriptures. And that He appeared to Cephas, then to the twelve. Then He appeared to more than five hundred brothers at one time, most of whom are still alive. Though some have fallen asleep. Then He appeared to James, then to all the apostles. Last of all, as to one untimely born, e appeared also to me.” (ESV), English Standard Version of the Bible.

We know that through His suffering, Jesus, God’s only Son, paid the penalty for the sins of the whole world. Including yours and mine. On the cross, Jesus voluntarily bore our sins.

He laid his life down for us. He demonstrated the greatest act of love. He reconciled to God. He died to sin. He died for our sins. He became sin. He finished the atonement. He reconciled all things. He cancelled out our sin debt. He redeemed us.

Jesus responds to the positive things that happen to come his way. He  minimizes the negative things that happen. What you pay attention to grows. What you ignore might as well not exist. And  He has set forth clear ideas about who He is and what He wants us to do with our life.

When it comes to fulfilling your life purpose, you have to dig deep inside your heart. A power much greater than yourself created the world and everything in it. Our natural tendencies and talents are gifts from God The Father.  It’s our  job to discover the things we love to do.

It’s within God’s plan that we fulfill our Life Purpose and Mission.  He wants us to embrace our mission as a person who dedicates himself to the happiness of God and  others.

The grave stone rolled away and the tomb was empty. Men and women today testify that the risen Christ has changed their lives. “He is not here. He is risen. Thanks be to God.”

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O’ God, we rejoice in your power that raised Christ Jesus from the grave. Because He lives, I too live. I live today in gratitude for the empty tomb.

This is the first day of Holy Week…

May you have a blessed Easter day…

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K. Lorraine,

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The Dark Side of Being Different, Beauty & the Beast

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The Dark Side of Being Different

(Beauty & the Beast)

Posted on Fanstory January 20, 2015

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Copyright © 2015 by K. Lorraine Books

Graphic, courtesy of Bing Public Domain

I thought I’d change up this week’s blog a bit.

The new movie Beauty and the Beast debuted in the theaters this weekend. “Despite her fears, Belle befriends the castle’s enchanted staff. And she learns to look beyond the Beast’s hideous exterior. She realizes the kind heart and soul of the true Prince within.”

This prompted me to delve into my archives. I remembered a short story that I had written. I found it.  I thought you might enjoy my version of a take on Beauty of the Beast from 2015, Alien style.

Read the full blog on the K. Lorraine website http://klorraine.com.

Have a happy first day of Spring.

Happy reading,

K. Lorraine

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The Darkside of Being Different

 

Blog #8 October 31, 2016

Copyright © 2013 by K. Lorraine Books

Halloween Day

Today is the final story blog written for the 2016 Halloween season. I hope you have enjoyed the trip to the dark side. Be on the safe side when you Tick or Treat tonight. Happy Halloween my friends and I‘ll see you soon with new blogs of Funn things I blog about.

K.Lorraine

 

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Darkness protects us from seeing the things we would not rather see. She was gone and he needed to run or face a life of interment in the underground penal camps. They taunted him and he didn’t time to weep over his deceased mother’s body.

He was different from his peers on Eco. His parents saw fit to arrange for his transport. From a faraway planet, Oden came to live beneath the Earth’s catacombs in New York City. But he knew he had to flee from there too, or he would perish.

Oden, and his fellow aliens of Planet Eco were a race of giants.  They were gentle. Eco was a planet that didn’t commit atrocities, or torture innocent creatures. They did not lay claim over their people to be victorious. They weren’t particularly loathsome or terrible. They were noble, charming and indifferent. They possessed beautiful feral brown eyes and disheveled brown hair.

Oden’s mother was an alien endowed with a mid section  of enormous proportion. Her inherent absent-mindedness gave her a misfit quality. She was always in a hurry.  Her large feet forced her clumsiness. Azalia, Oden’s mother, fell in love with Sprat.

Sprat, unlike his wife, was a handsome Alien specimen. He was blessed with windswept chestnut hair that arched across his hairy forehead. His high cheekbones showed off his otherwise handsome face. His tall, slim build was deceptive. And the alien colony referred to the couple as unusual.

After their marriage, Azalia soon became pregnant. She gave birth to a defective one-eyed Alien boy and his parents named him Oden. The alien colony ostracized the couple, because the appearance of their child was displeasing. In spite of the criticism, Sprat loved his wife and son. He did everything in his power to protect them from the harsh alien community where they lived.

Oden possessed a violent and sometimes uncontrollable nature that he used against his peers. Azalia worked hard to teach Oden methods to help calm and control his behavior.

She knew of the mirrored land called Planet Earth. She read about the planet Earth’s history.  The earth had developed a means to tame children with behavioral problems. Azalia wanted to send Oden to earth. She thought the evilness that possessed her child would die. Her plea was to help Oden achieve inner peace.

Azalia was sure their problems would end if they moved to Planet Earth. She said, “My husband, our son is troubled, and this is causing him to lose more control. If we don’t act soon, we might lose him forever in the behavioral correction camps of the Aliens.”

Sprat answered, “Azalia, I know how much you want our son to be normal. And with sympathy, i understand it is your desire to make this happen, regardless of the costs. Wife, if it will help Oden, then we must move.”

The Planet Eco was a safe, clean and a brilliant environment. The Planet’s World Leader created the embodiment of positive progressive growth. Unknown to the dangers ahead, Oden and his parents moved to earth.

The citizens of earth were hungry. The water was putrid. The air was sour, and its citizens lived in surroundings covered in dust and filth.

Oden didn’t understand the meaning of a vision his mother described on the day of her death. She spoke of angels. She characterized the sound of ethereal music with its beauty. The colors that surrounded her were vivid. It was a place filled with everlasting peace.

Oden’s mother died without warning  after inhaling Earth’s stagnated air.  It saddened him that he was now alone without his mother. Sprat returned to his home, Planet Eco, along with his wife’s body to mourn her death. He left his son on Earth alone.

Looking into the future seemed fruitless for Oden. He failed to see how this new World call Earth, would help him. He only saw that his life would end in death. He too would die by prolific disease.

Microscopic bacteria and tiny micro-orgasms lived in the wastewater of the city sub level. He reasoned that humans had become immune to the abundant toxicity existing around them. But his immune system was pristine. He would not live long enough to acclimate to the sub-territory beneath the city.

The earthling majority warned Oden that his deformity was punishable. They judged his punishment by the acts prior of his parents.

The humans called Oden  a Cyclops and they feared him because he was different. With a disheartened  perspective, Oden feared he would never experience the beauty of love. The humans banished him to live his life at the deepest level of the sewers under New York City.

For the first time in his meager existence, Oden was cognizant of his deformity. A disgrace that he could no longer ignore. A thousand lightning flashes radiated from his eye. Wrath, hatred, despair, and anger came forth. He used the power bestowed by his departed mother. Her power was strong enough to remove the disease and pestilence from the Earth’s air and oceans.

The release of the epic energy calmed his violence and his broken heart began to mend. In an instant, he absolved humanity of their stupidity for decimating the rain forests. The depleted of the world’s natural resources began to restrengthen.

With forgiveness, for the chaos, Oden was no longer a pathetic and lonely Cyclops. But, he no longer had the power to free himself from the anguish of  a heart that discovered brokenness.

Scion, a beautiful street dancer, was sent from Planet Eco by Sprat. She came to Earth to find Oden. It was her job to show him all the excitement and wonderment of the world above through her eyes.

Scion was in awe of Oden’s reverence and humility, but she was too late. She saw Oden pull his knife from his belt and thrust it into his heart. His full lips quivered, his chest heaved starving for air to fill his lungs. His thoughts were drowning him, and Scion’s voice went unheard; Oden fell to the ground.

Scion rushed to his side. She offered him a drop of water. But from the orb which had been so dry, a big tear fell, trickled down the Cyclops’ eye and moistened the earth.

She cradled the dead mutant’s head in her lap. She closed his one eye. “Oden, your father sent me to return you to your native world. Your actions on Earth were to open the eyes of the citizens to your bravery and heroism.  But if your actions failed, then it was my duty to return you to your homeland.  i see that they still hide in the darkness with closed eyes. They avoid seeing the things they would not rather see.”

Scion did as Sprat asked of her. She accompanied Oden’s body from the underground catacombs of New York City.  An intergalactic shuttle brought the body home to a hero’s welcome. He had proselytized his hatred into a selfless act. Oden’s hope was to save humanity on a dying planet that mirrored his beloved homeland.

At his memorial service, Scion elaborated in her eulogy. “When you are different, life in the darkness is sometimes the only place where you can hide.”

She spoke of how the gentle Cyclops left his home planet as an outcast.  But he came home to his native world. Regardless that he lost his life in the process,  he deserved the humanitarian award.

On Halloween night, it’s not uncommon to see the other side of being different. But the day after, come back into the light to normalcy. Whatever, that might be…

 

Happy Halloween everyone!

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Copyright © 2013 by K. Lorraine Books

Day seven—blog #7 of Fright week, Scary Halloween stories.

2014 contest entry. Contest prompt; Open Arms.

Beware, the demons in your mind might awake and consume you.

Warning—explicit adult language

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I remember running and running. The forest was thick. The ground was covered with fallen trees, and pine needles littered the path, making it difficult for me to keep up the pace. I had lost my sandals somewhere along the way and my feet were bare.

Scraped and bleeding, my feet felt the fire of pain. The white nightshirt that covered my sweat stained body exposed my nakedness. Ringlets of brown dyed hair hung down my shoulders. The wet hair left a brown ring of moisture around the neckline of my gown.

I labored in my breathing. My body was weak and tired… so tired. I finally cleared the woods and the open field ahead was beautiful. The green grass was calling my name and it invited me to lay down and rest. I sank to my knees and began to relax as I sank to the ground. I was drifting off into a deep slumber…

I felt a sense of peace, well-being and painless sleep. For the first time in years, my emotions were positive. I felt a sense of removal from the world. An awareness of being dead. And then, I entered into the world of darkness. I was moving upward faster and faster through a passageway toward a powerful light. I was in communication with someone. I had an intense feeling of unconditional love and acceptance. I saw my life flash before my eyes…

According to my mother, my birth was not easy. I was a ‘blue’ baby and she didn’t hear me cry when I was born. I was black and blue from the forceps slipping and cutting up the right side of my face. A pediatric nurse gave me a tracheotomy to help me breathe.

I found myself in time travel. Speeding forward to when I was five. I was still speeding through the tunnel of light and remembering that I was seventeen.

My head was spinning. The visions blurred. The dream always started and ended the same. Kneeling, I looked down upon myself. I was kneeling too.

I am frantic trying to untie a knot. I am upset and I keep getting hit in the face. And throughout the years when the dream happened over and over, I just got used to it. I convinced myself that I would be better if I drifted off into a permanent sleep.

In this dream, I felt like a puppet with its string cut. My body went limp; I stopped struggling. And all the stress left my body. I felt calm and peaceful. I began to wonder why I lost interest in those knots that used to seem important.

I knew now that I was having an out of body experience. I looked down and saw my tear stained face. I could see my spirit standing beside me with arms stretched open wide. My spirit was warm and so celestial.

The blood and sweat stains on my clothing were now cleansed. I was so beautiful, perfect in my laundered white nightshirt.

I could feel my spirit look at my colorless, lifeless, cold body. The spirit told my body goodbye. I started to move away in slow motion. I wanted to go into the warm circular opening toward the light.

My body separated with my spirit. Everything was happening from another perspective. All things from that moment went backwards to segments of my life. The review was not like a judgment… it was passive, more like an interesting novel.

It was then that I began to understand my dream and why I ran away from my life, family and home. Those knots represented my struggling. They represented my half brother’s sexual games. But why wouldn’t I allow myself to remember what was happening to me while he exploited me?

My spirit spoke and said, “You didn’t want to accept that his incest acts were not normal… they were evil. You survived, but you were not strengthened by his heinous sexual torture. But today, you realized that he was pulling you down into a spinning vortex and that you needed to get out.”

I remember grasping at the sides within the dark cavern, but there was nothing for my hands to hold onto.

He was grinning at me with blackened eye sockets and a gaping open mouth. I closed my eyes and pleaded for him to stop… it was the most horrendous experience I had ever gone through. But then, I managed to open my eyes, I screamed, forcing myself from shaking hands with the grim reaper.

I gouged and clawed at his face and somehow I found the strength to push my half brother off me. Our parents weren’t home. I remember running through the house in the white nightshirt. My sandals lay on the floor by the front door, and I leaned over to grab them.

I was approaching a border, or a decision to return to my body. The hellish experience I lived through finally came to rest. For most of my life I was dependent on the outer limits of my brother’s actions. I came to the realization of the greater truths and the power of inner peace.

I was then in the most beautiful garden I’d ever seen. I felt whole and loved. HE said, “It’s up to you whether you come to me.”

I heard celestial music. I saw bright colored flowers, gorgeous greenery and trees. I’d never seen anything so beautiful before. It was exactly the way the Bible had described heaven. Maybe it was fate that brought me here. I thought. Life doesn’t change, you change it.

Fact or Fiction… or was this a clever Halloween story to scare you?

You decide; and Happy Halloween

K. Lorraine

She had an Ax to Grind

Blog #6 October 29, 2016

Copyright © 2013 by K. Lorraine Books

Welcome back to day 6, blog #6 in Fright week.

This short story is based on a contest prompt ‘The door slammed echoing down the long hall. Do you think this makes for a scary Halloween story? You be the judge.

 Caution—disturbing language

 

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Andrew Borden bought a large house in one of the city’s most fashionable neighborhoods. Lizzie Borden closed the upstairs bedroom door. The door slammed echoing down the long hall. She had bludgeoned her mother and left a gruesome crime scene.

Despite the family wealth, the Borden home lacked the most basic of modern conveniences. The home, unlike most, included indoor plumbing. And this caused jealousy among the poor folks.

Many people might have wanted to see Andrew Borden dead. He was one of the wealthiest and the most unpopular man in town. He was frugal and made many enemies on his way to the top in the banking industry.

Rumors swirled that the deaths of Abby and Andrew was a crime of passion. They died in revenge for his shady business deals. The initial police investigation focused outside the immediate family. But police learned that the couple’s own daughter, Lizzie, had as much to gain by her father’s death.

Lizzie’s actions in the days following the murders, did raise eyebrows.  Children who learned the rhyme believe it took 40 blows to kill Abby Borden. But that’s not exactly true, yet,  she did die first.

“Lizzie Borden took an ax,

Gave her mother 40 whacks.

After she had seen what she had done,

She gave her father 41.

Mr. Andrew Borden died, in Old Fall River.

And they got his daughter Lizzie on a charge of homicide.

Some folks say that she didn’t do it. And others say ‘of course she did’, but they all agree that Miss Lizzie B. Was a problem type of kid.”

The  mutilated body of  Andrew Borden lay dead in the downstairs parlor. It seems the children’s rope jumping rhyme got it wrong. Abby received 19 blows… not 40, and it only took 10 whacks  to kill Andrew.

The murder weapon was an ax. Most of the slashes on the corpse were about his face and head. The vicious blows almost decapitated him. The police believed that the same device ended both lives.

The policed searched the house and basement with care.  But an ax was not found. The coroner stated it seemed more likely that a hatchet was the true murder weapon. It seems the nursery rhyme overstated by half, the total ‘whacks’ needed to do the job. But then, hatchet and whacks don’t rhyme.

By the time the trial started, she had become a media sensation. A lack of forensic evidence, cleared Lizzie of the gruesome murders. She was never connected with the crimes. Yet, everyone suspected she did do the killing. Evidence proved that she slaughtered her parents while naked. This was her clever way to avoid leaving behind any clues.

Lizzie never took the stand in her own defense.  A jury of 12 men deliberated for 90 minutes before returning a not guilty verdict. One hundred-twenty years later, the crime remains unsolved.

The moral of the story is—lock up your ax if you are in fear of getting 40 whacks!

Well, what’s the verdict?

Happy Halloween,

K. Lorraine