Denise Dardarian
Bio
I am also known as The Original Northridge Armo. Somewhat disenfranchised middle-aged writer putting stories out there for kicks. No kids, never married, came close to that. Consider myself an orphan-don't ask. ;)
Stories (3/0)
The Strange Green Glow Up In The Hills
Up in the hills about ten miles from my house, sometimes weird stuff would go on in the hills. Government stuff, they said, like stuff affiliated with the military and the Department of the Defense, or DOD. It was owned by Rocketdyne, but also NASA, the Department of Energy(DOE), Boeing, all these Aerospace companies were doing stuff up there. What, we didn't know exactly, it was there business and we weren't to know about it. They tested rockets, that was all we knew.....he it was the height of the Cold War, got to get those Commies, beat them at their own game. We would sometimes hear noises, smelled odd smells, hear sonic booms that would shake the houses and rattle the windows and scare us. That was what it was like growing up in the Atomic Age and the Cold War, being afraid of worrying about fighting against the Soviets and Communism. Sometimes at night you might see this weird, green glow way up in the hills coming from the Santa Susana mountains above Chatsworth, the next suburb west of us in Northridge. We wondered what the hell that was....Aliens? Atomic energy? Rockets? A haunted glow from the former, burnt out Spahn Ranch were the Manson Family hung out and killed people there, and the evil still hung around? It was kind of creepy.
By Denise Dardarian3 years ago in Earth
A Bull-Y Never Wins.....But They Do Get What They Wish For In The End.
Elena enjoyed being a bully, after all, Mommy allowed her to do pretty much whatever she wanted and she was the golden child, her precious little darling. This included tormenting her little sister, Dee, whom she pretty much hated since birth....how dare her mother bring this little brat home and allow her to mess up the family dynamic. All of a sudden, Elena was n0 longer the center of attention, everyone was fawning over the new baby, cooing and saying how beautiful she was, she was just perfect. Now, she had been usurped, pushed into the background and no longer was important, and was told she had to protect her baby sister, and worse, share her everything with her, including her toys and baby items that once belonged to her! She could barely keep her rage to herself when she saw her baby sister in HER baby clothes, hats, booties, and the like, sleeping and using her former baby blankets and playing with HER baby toys! If she complained about it, she was told, "You're a big girl now, you have outgrown them, you no longer need them but your baby sister does so they are now hers. You have your own big girl toys that are new, she will get your hand-me-downs, so you should be thankful you get new stuff and she gets used things from you". That did not matter to Elena, they originally belonged to HER, and what was hers always stayed HERS!
By Denise Dardarian3 years ago in Fiction
You Can Never Go Home Again
Back when I was a young child living on the fault line in Northridge, California in the 1970's, my father decided to take part of our large, one-quarter acre yard and turn it into a vegetable and flower garden. This was around 1977, and I was around six years of age, so I was delighted with this, much more than my older two siblings. Coming from an extremely dysfunctional home, my parents marriage had deteriorated horribly, there were fights every night and my now biological mother as I now refer to her, played favorites with my older two siblings. She often pitted them against me, would play favorites with them, and I would often bear the brunt of her frustration, cruelty and wrath. I would often toadie after my father when he was in a good mood, which was not often, given he could be very moody. That meant I was left to my own devices at an early age and was quite lonely, so having a new garden was something for me to take my mind off things.
By Denise Dardarian3 years ago in Fiction
