An Interactive Twilight Experience.
So, I'm blogging to admit something. The first step is to admit you have a problem right? Here goes...
I'm addicted to Pokemon Go and I spend real money on it. There I said it.
Whew! Felt good to get that off my chest.
GO TEAM INSTINCT!
(No, my blog wasn't hijacked by Katrina. It's really me posting. Don't…Continue
Lately I've been looking through my various keepsakes from my mortal life. Each item is weathered as you would expect, but thats what makes them more valuable to me. Each item tells a story. Could I sit and explain each story? Probably not, but they are reminders that I was once mortal. Some of the items remind me of the fact that I once bled and felt physical pain as mortals do. I keep them to help me stay grounded and retain…Continue
Added by Garrett Frasier on April 25, 2017 at 12:21pm — No Comments
While searching for some antique picture frames for some of my photos, I stumbled upon an old marionette. For some they are the stuff of nightmares, but for someone like me, they are mementos. This particular marionette was behind a glass case and appeared to be from the 1700s, but…Continue
I've been away from Denali for the past couple of months. Sometimes, you just have to get away and recharge. Since my kind doesn't sleep, it is the best way to rid ourselves of our demons. Katie was with me for awhile, but then she had things to do, so she returned, while I stayed behind.
I spent the past few months tucked away in the mountains of Japan after acquiring an abandoned temple and turning it into a home. It is remote and the wildlife is plentiful. It is places like…Continue
Every country has their own variation of Father's Day, a day to celebrate either being a father or honoring your own father. My memories will fail with time, so I find it important to write about my life and my family who have since left the realm of the living.
My father wasn't a rich man, but he took care of us. He taught me the value of hard work and was wiser than most. He always treated my mother with respect, which was somewhat rare back in the 1700s as women technically…Continue
Added by Garrett Frasier on June 21, 2015 at 9:00am — No Comments
I know many people suffer from sadness around the holidays. Vampires are no exception. I know none of my children are alive any longer, but this is an especially hard time of year because my little Anne passed on Christmas morning exactly 237 years ago. It's a long time I know, but a parent never gets over a loss like that.Tomorrow will be the 237th anniversary of me being drafted into the Revolutionary War. So, I get especially melancholy around this time as this is when I also saw my…Continue
Added by Garrett Frasier on December 25, 2014 at 1:17pm — No Comments
Weddings are joyful. They should be. They're a celebration of unity. The Cullens and the Blacks are the true definition of unity. They were once enemies and now they are family. I wonder what the future will bring. It really is a good day.
However, I cannot help but feel a tinge of sorrow. I could tell Edward was saddened to let go of his daughter, but at the same time proud. So, I couldn't help but think of my children.
I was robbed of them when I was turned.…Continue
Added by Garrett Frasier on September 13, 2014 at 4:21pm — No Comments
I am going to be honest and say that the war tore me from my family. They came to get me the day after Christmas. Two soldiers came to my door as my wife and I were arranging the funeral for our youngest child, which I did not get to attend. All of the sadness and anger I felt, I took out on the battlefield. It wasn't my decision to go and fight, but it was my duty.
War changes you. Things you never thought you could ever do, you end up having to do. I wasn't raised a violent…Continue
Added by Garrett Frasier on August 3, 2014 at 10:30am — No Comments
I do not remember the details of my transformation that well. I may have been unconscious, because I woke up as a vampire, seeing the bodies of my regime around me.
I know that my regime and I were marching through the woods, on our way to our camp. We were ambushed by a vampire. I do not know his name, but I vaguely remember what he looked like.
He had dark hair and red eyes. He looked to be around 17, so definitely a young, less experienced vampire. Perhaps…Continue
Added by Garrett Frasier on July 31, 2014 at 8:53am — No Comments
Though I was a vampire, I still found myself involved in the war for the remainder of its duration. It was because of pride. I was able to take down several enemies at nightfall. For awhile, I was a legend. My comrades had no idea I was still around as I kept a low profile. I worked in the dark. They came up with legends of the land being cursed. People were disappearing. They made up some story about Jersey Devil like creature snatching British soldiers from their slumber. I relished in…Continue
Being a nomad simply means one has no home and never stays in one place for long. Thats what I was up until a few years ago. I came to Forks, as a friend of Carlisle's, to aid in witnessing to the Volturi. Being opposed to the Volturi, I loved the opportunity to stand up to them, especially to save an innocent child. Soldiers fight for the innocent and protect their freedoms. Little did I know, I'd meet my soul mate.
I was married prior to my change. Martha was my world. We…Continue
Added by Garrett Frasier on July 27, 2014 at 4:00pm — No Comments