Buffie Peterson (Angelsoulbp)
Bio
Free spirit. I see life in everything around me. Live with no regrets! Mistakes make us who we become. I choose letting them relate a better me. Your life today is made from your yesterdays & makes your tomorrow's. RIDE LIFE HAPPY!
Stories (11/0)
Chaos
CHAOS It was 2074 when the world watched as India’s population was scrubbed out of existence by a new strain of the Kala-azar Plague, or what they called the Black Fever. After witnessing how rapidly it disseminated, the other countries began weaponizing it. By 2077 the world was at war, and all countries bombed each other with the weaponized version called Kala-azar 3.0. There was only one problem; it annihilated everything it landed on, not just people. The shelf life of the Kala-azar 3.0 virus was only six days, but that did not matter because, at the end of those six days, the grass, trees, and animals, were all gone. 90% of the human race were infected, and they died a slow, excruciating death. We regarded them as Ragers because the first three weeks, they were full of uncontrollable hysteria and had incredible strength. During that time, the initial panic and starvation generated riots and home invasions. When you looked around, all you saw was devastation and death. Ragers would annihilate anything that moved by beating them until life was gone. It was a dangerous time. Sawyer was only four when the Ragers came. He hid in the barn and could hear the screams of his mother as the Rager beat her to death in the kitchen. Her screams habituate his every sleep. Since then, Sawyer has been roaming the country, fending for himself.
By Buffie Peterson (Angelsoulbp)3 years ago in Horror
What Is She Writing?
What is she writing? There she is again, just like every day before last. I find her to be so odd, always in that knit hat. I think she has such a lack of purpose to be here. She is always alone, but I see her sit over there on that bench watching the children play. Why does she do this? She doesn’t have a child here? There are only four children here, and they are mine. Every day she sits there and will write in that little black book. What is she always writing?
By Buffie Peterson (Angelsoulbp)3 years ago in Motivation
I Love My Job Because It Changes The World One Person At A Time!
“I AM” is a powerful influence on what I call drivers and swayers. It is said that what you put after “I am” shapes your reality. If you put negative words after I AM then you will connect to the negative emotions and act negatively. But if you put positive words after I AM then you will connect to the positive emotions and act positively. I try my hardest to help as many people as possible in the world because I feel that is my reason for being here. There are many things that I do for others and I might not have much, but what I do have I will give if someone is in need. Living this way has developed many hobbies for me, like creating bracelets, crafts, and homeless bags for others to try and cheer up their day. But I must say the most rewarding so far is volunteering my services to parents, foster parents, foster children, and foster agencies. The past few years I have been developing training for foster families including everything from behavioral contracts to chore contracts. I covered stranger danger, good touch bad touch, and also things such as emotions, responsibilities, etc.
By Buffie Peterson (Angelsoulbp)3 years ago in Journal
Chaos
CHAOS It was 2074 when the world watched as India’s population was scrubbed out of existence by the Kala-azar Plague or what they called the Black Fever. After witnessing how rapidly it spread, the other countries started to begin weaponizing it. By 2077 the world was at war and all countries started bombing each other with the weaponized version that they called Kala-azar 3.0. There was only one problem though, it annihilated everything it landed on, not just people. The shelf life of the Kala-azar 3.0 virus was only 6 days but that did not matter because at the end of those 6 days the grass, trees, animals, and 90% of humans were all gone. The initial panic and starvation caused riots and home invasions throughout the country. It was a dangerous time. Sawyer was only four when he hid in the barn as his mother was beaten to death in their home during a robbery. Since then, he has been roaming the country fending for himself.
By Buffie Peterson (Angelsoulbp)3 years ago in Fiction
I AM......
“I AM” is a powerful influence on what I call drivers and swayers. It is said that what you put after “I am” shapes your reality. If you put negative words after I AM then you will connect to the negative emotions and act negatively. But if you put positive words after I AM then you will connect to the positive emotions and act positively. I try my hardest to help as many people as possible in the world because I feel that is my reason for being here. There are many things that I do for others and I might not have much, but what I do have I will give if someone is in need. Living this way has developed many hobbies for me, like creating bracelets, crafts, and homeless bags for others to try and cheer up their day. But I must say the most rewarding so far is volunteering my services to parents, foster parents, foster children, and foster agencies. The past few years I have been developing trainings for foster families including everything from behavioral contracts to chore contracts. I covered stranger danger, good touch bad touch, and also things such as emotions, responsibilities, etc.
By Buffie Peterson (Angelsoulbp)3 years ago in Families
BOSS MOM
This is the story of my mother in summary form. I hope that by reading this you can understand the importance of her in my life. There are a few things that you need to now about the life that my mother lived. Her name was Donna Lea Collins and she was my mother. My mothers father died when she was 15 from a farm accident and her mother died when she was 16 of cancer. We had a lot of death due to cancer my entire life. My mother watched as she lost her brother and many more be taken by cancer. But somehow, she would pull it together with each tragedy and taught us perseverance through her actions and her words. When I was young, she managed the house, the bills and raising my sister and myself while my father worked. She took jobs here and there to help try to bring in some money because we were extremely poor. Of course, she made sure we never knew it at the time because she would not let her life stressors show to us. I was about 12 when my father became ill and he could not work anymore, so my mother got a full-time job and became the only one working. She still would manage the house, bills, us and took care of my father for eight years until he died and go to work. But she did so much more than that which you will come to see. My mother did it all by herself because she did not have parents or grandparents to help her with babysitting or advice. We were taught that your path in life is a difficult one, but will need to set goals and reach them, then set new goals. Do not stop because something seems unreachable, or too difficult, because everything is reachable. When I was 22 my mother found out she had the same cancer that her mother died from, ovarian cancer. She was 42 and fought a strong fight for three years until she lost the battle at age 45. You asked to write about the lessons that our mothers taught us, well there were many in those 25 years until I had to say goodbye. Almost like she knew she only had 25 years to teach a lifetime of lessons, to influence and shape my life for many years to come. My son was born with Velo-Cardio-Facial Syndrome and what she taught helped me cope with many stressors and how to exist with those stressors. We almost lost my son a few times and her strength gave me strength.
By Buffie Peterson (Angelsoulbp)3 years ago in Families
What is she writing?
There she is again, just like everyday before last. I find her to be so odd, always in that knit hat. I think she that has such a lack of purpose to be here. She is always alone but I see her sit over there on that bench watching the children play. Why does she do this, she does not have a child here? There are only 4 children here and they are mine. Everyday she sits there and will write in that little black book. What is she always writing?
By Buffie Peterson (Angelsoulbp)3 years ago in Humans
