Hello!
October is always a big month for me, especially the 31st. It’s Halloween (my favorite holiday), my Anniversary (this year was 7th), Samhain (I’m Pagan), and it is the Kick-off party for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo)! I am participating this year and I am very excited about NaNo.
I wrote 13 little fictions leading up to Halloween and I thought I would share them here.
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#12 He crouched down behind the car to remove the storm debris and then the engine started.
#11 I wanted to hold her heart forever. It bled more than I expected it to.
#10 Fourteen students went into the cemetery to do grave rubbings, fifteen came out.
#9 He tried to console everyone at the funeral, but they couldn’t hear him.
#8 I made my body as small as possible, pressing it against the closet walls. Then, a cold hand grabbed mine.
#7 My python loves me. He squeezes and squeezes. Can’t breathe.
#6 Can’t stop surfing the internet. I wish I could close my eyes. I wish I had eyes to close.
#5 Life gets a bit harder when your food runs. And screams.
#4 There is no hope. They are buried in my backyard.
#3 I would write you a letter pouring my life and blood on the page to tell you how I feel, but I would run out of blood before I finished.
#2 Bowl of eyes that can’t see, filled with those who couldn’t see me.
Special Halloween Story:
When I was maybe eight I had a friend named Misty and we would play in the house while our parents were outside. I had an Ouija board and one day we decided to play with it. We set it at the top of the stairs and started asking it questions. After the first two, the planchette flew off the board and into the little playroom we had at the top of the stairs. I went in to get and the door squeaked shut. I couldn’t open it and I yelled at Misty to let go of the door, but she said she wasn’t near it. I stepped away from the door and it started to open again, but when I stepped toward it, it would start to close. I decided to try to bust through and when I did it opened and I rushed right past Misty and feel down the stairs, clutching the planchette. I never played with an Ouija board again.
