Reblogged: Chapter 4 – Hundora’s Box

And here is Chapter 4 of the anonymous blog I’ve been enjoying. I am getting impatient for Chapter 5 now – please recommend me something good to read, fellow bloggers! 🙂

The Not Quite Fairy-Tales of Elle Beau

Before reading Chapter 4 of my experience with MLMs (namely Younique), please remind yourself of my mission statement here.  In a nutshell, all views presented in this blog are mine, and mine only.  Your own personal experiences with MLM companies may differ, negatively or positively.  All names have been changed to protect the individuals concerned.

As noted in Chapter 3, 2015 was almost drawing to a close, and my final piece of coursework for the autumn term had been handed in.  For a while, I was free.

That meant it was time to open the box.

Scarlett was overjoyed that after well over a month, I was now actually going to get on the way to rocking my business.

“Eeeek, exciting!  Make sure you video it, hun!” she said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Well, to show how excited you are, of course!  Get the people on your friends-list…

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Reblogged: Chapter 3 – Enter the Charlat-huns

Reblogged: Here is Chapter 3 of the anonymous blog I am following – its quite comical. A good read for anyone who’s ever associated with those damn MLM schemes.

The Not Quite Fairy-Tales of Elle Beau

Before reading Chapter 3 of my experience with MLMs (namely Younique), please remind yourself of my mission statement here.  In a nutshell, all views presented in this blog are mine, and mine only.  Your own personal experiences with MLM companies may differ, negatively or positively.  All names have been changed to protect the individuals concerned.

Firstly, I apologise for the delay in my writing schedule – the joys of having an invisible illness (fibromyalgia, if you must know).  However, I am here and ready to share the next instalment of my MLM saga.

When I left you in Chapter 2, I was about to purchase my Younique Presenter Kit, using the referral link from the absolutely ecstatic Scarlett.

Thus begins…

Chapter 3 – Enter the Charlet-huns

So, I went through the motions – typing in my details, electronically signing my life away…then came the purchasing…

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Reblogged: Chapter 2 – Hook, Line and Stinker

Reblogged – As you will note, I have not indulged in any creative writing here since August 2015. This is not good. However, I have been enjoying reading other people’s blogs in the interim. This one strikes a chord with me, as I was foolish enough to go down the MLM path myself. I escaped, of course.

Are there any other good blogs you can recommend to me? Fiction or fact, anything is welcome. You never know, perhaps it may inspire me to get back into writing again! Comment with your recommendations.

The Not Quite Fairy-Tales of Elle Beau

Before reading Chapter 2 of my experience with MLMs (namely Younique), please remind yourself of my mission statement here.  In a nutshell, all views presented in this blog are mine, and mine only.  Your own personal experiences with MLM companies may differ, negatively or positively.  All names have been changed to protect the individuals concerned.

When I closed off Chapter 1, I was about to message Scarlett, having been impressed by the “My Business Journey” video I’d just watched.  I was curious.  Maybe it was the mention of the iPad (even though I detest Apple products), or maybe it was the confident and self-assured air she delivered her speech with.  Or, if I’m really honest, maybe it was the prospect of earning a nice bit of extra income.  I don’t know, but like I said, I was curious.

This takes us to…

Chapter 2 – Hook, Line and Stinker

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Reblogged: Chapter 1 – Getting Reeled In

This is why I love WordPress – so glad I can find little gems like this in a sea of blogs.

Looks like this lady is going to share a saga of her experience with MLM companies (namely Younique) and I can’t wait for the next chapter already, so Elle Beau (if that is your real name) hurry up and post it!! :p

The Not Quite Fairy-Tales of Elle Beau

Before reading my Not Quite Fairy-Tale about my experience with MLMs (namely Younique), please remind yourself of my mission statement here.  In a nutshell, all views presented in this blog are mine, and mine only.  Your own personal experiences with MLM companies may differ, negatively or positively.  All names have been changed to protect the individuals concerned.

Okay, let’s begin.

Every story needs to begin somewhere, so it makes sense to start with how I got embroiled in the “Y-life”.  So, in this first instalment, I will tell you how I was reeled in like a carp on a fisherman’s hook, in…

Chapter 1 – Getting Reeled In

To set the scene, its late autumn of 2015 and I am browsing through Facebook.  You know the drill; you just absentmindedly scroll through your newsfeed when you’re bored.  My eyes were instantly drawn to a selfie posted by a pretty…

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A Few Words for Natalie

This was going to be a post discussing mental health, depression, all the  challenges that go with it.  However, I started to put my thoughts together, and decided that it can wait until another time.  Instead, I chose to remember other things.  You know, the people and life experiences that inadvertently shape what we become, what we feel…things that form our characters.

Today, I will write about a dear friend, Natalie Wilson.

(L-R) Natalie and I.

(L-R) Natalie and I, circa 2008.

We grew up in the same little east-Norfolk village, but we did not always get on.  Natalie was a very girly, gentle kid, whereas I was completely boisterous and decidedly un-girly.  If we did ever have a playground game together, it was almost guaranteed that it wouldn’t stay civil for long!  However, we ended up becoming kindred spirits through our high school days.

I remember us at fourteen in the year 2000, sitting round Natalie’s house.  She had Pokemen Red on her Gameboy Color, I had Pokemon Blue.  Together, we’d sit there with our little transfer cable exchanging Pokemon, and lamenting on how “life sucks”.  We had had such high hopes for the millennium, hoping that our fortunes would magically change.  Who were we kidding?

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Lucy’s Afternoon (A Short Story)

Hello again

The blog/writing mission has been quiet as of late.  I was putting my sole focus on the Spring semester of my second year of university, amongst other things.

This story I am going to share with you is called “Lucy’s Afternoon” and was produced as a short story piece for one of my course modules.

Lucy is a quiet, retiring mother, watching her son playing in the garden with his cat, whilst she does the washing up. She is shocked out of her routine by what she witnesses.

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Lucy’s Afternoon

                Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Lucy yawned, flexing her fingers against the softness of the rubber gloves.  Hoovering done, ironing done, just the dishes to do now.  Lather, rinse, repeat.  Another shift at work tomorrow morning too.  She looked outside at the brightness of the garden and felt sad at the thought.  The yellow of the Marigolds made her arms look pasty.  She forgot the last time that she had the chance to do some sunbathing.  Possibly, when Harry was a toddler, back when Neal spent more time at home.  She recalled sitting on the chequered picnic blanket and enjoying the warmth on her skin, Harry gurgling beside her with his little sun hat.  She wished he could stay that way forever, with his chubby legs and toothless grin.

Harry was playing outside with Tiggy, laughing as he trailed a piece of rope through the tall grass.  Tiggy, eyes bright and wide like saucers, stalked her prey with the utmost concentration.

“Get the snake, Tiggy, don’t let it bite me!”

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Down The Rabbit Hole (aspects of childhood bullying)

Here is the second piece I have worked on, for my Creative Writing module of my University course. It is being submitted as an assessed piece of work (including the self-commentary I have included at the bottom of the story), but I wanted to share it to my blog.  Namely, because it carries a strong theme about bullying.  Its an age-old problem that appears to have not changed since my years in High School.

This was a difficult story to write, as someone who has been bullied and admittedly, bullied in return (unfortunately, that is the vicious cycle of bullying, but we have to be woman enough to admit these things).  However, I hope that my story tackles this subject in a non-clichéd way.  It is a subject matter I feel particularly strong about.

Down The Rabbit Hole

The in-crowd wouldn’t want to be friends with someone like me, so why I decided to follow them to the bottom of the playing field today, I’ll never know.  You can be in our gang, Emma Porter had said.  Just come sit with us at lunchtime, she’d said.  Everyone wants to be liked at school, so I went.  I’ve wanted to be liked so badly, ever since the day I realised that I’m, well, not.  I mean, my skirt isn’t short enough, my body isn’t skinny enough, my face isn’t pretty enough, I’m not perfect enough.  The boys push me in the corridors and call me a fat, ugly bitch, and the popular girls laugh.  This has been the norm ever since middle school, I guess.  Wow, seven years of persecution.

But, I digress. I made a mistake today.  In my quest to become liked, accepted, whatever, I made a mistake.  I’m now lying on the muddy grass, a disgusting cocktail of soil and blood mixed in my mouth.  Puddle and rust.  I am scared.  My ears are ringing from where I was hit over the head with an extremely heavy Prada bag…or was it Gucci?  I can’t remember.  But, somewhere over that ringing I can hear someone’s voice; a voice of shock and concern.

“Emma, you hit her too hard! What the fuck have you done?”

Let me take you back to the minutes leading up to my unfortunate moment.

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