Once Upon A Midnight

Spooky Scene

I belong to an on-line Writing Group

called

The Soul Food Cafe

and our

Halloween Blog is up.

We have writers from all age groups, from all over the world who will be contributing this year.

Stop by and check it out-

New posts appear daily

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Once Upon A Midnight

Haunted House

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Get Your Time Killers Here!

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 Ask The Magic Eight Ball of Horror A Question

HERE

Halloween Mah Jong…yes there is such a thing and the music is pretty cool too

HERE

For a Non-Music Version Go HERE

Look Out Mr Johnson…no not really…it’s the name of another game among several others

HERE

And if you want to do something fun that does not involve the internet

you could always make one of these- it’s a TARDIS cake-

find out how HERE

 

 

Cake By: Barbara Jo and Barbara May From Their Do It Myself Blog

Cake By: Barbara Jo and Barbara May From Their Do It Myself Blog

 

                         

 

 

 

It Does Not Get Much Better Then This

 

Photograph(s) copyright Shaun O'Boyle

Photograph(s) copyright Shaun O'Boyle

This very, very short story has given me nightmares and inspired me to write a few of them down and turn them into stories.

Here it is:

Thomas Bailey Aldrich wrote this circa 1870:

“A woman is sitting alone in a house. She knows she is alone in the whole world; every other living thing is dead.

The doorbell rings.”

Awesome

Bravo Thomas, Bravo!

Thomas Aldrich

Sand

Inspried By The SFC Prompt:

Footprints In The Sand

If I could walk

to the end of the world

I would find a hill to stand on

and I would

 watch the sunset.

 

I wonder.

Would the sky look the same

at the end of the world?

Would the air smell the same?

If I put my hands to my face and screamed would I sound the same?

 

If I could walk to

the end of the world

I would walk upon the dead ocean floors

and touch rocks full of bones

tombs

for creatures I knew

when they were covered with flesh

a long time ago

when the Sun was Yellow

and not red.

 

If I could walk to the end of the world

I’d walk in circles for miles and miles

and

I would leave my footprints there in the dusty remains

of my world

and

wonder if

someday, somebody

would know I once was.

Doors

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Inspired by The Soul Food Cafe Prompt:

Personality of  A Front Door

Have you ever stood in a dark hallway in a strange building all alone with a flashlight that you found rolling around in the trunk of your car?

It worked fine when you first flicked the switch on and it worked fine when you were with your friends but it was not fine when you broke away from the group to check out those doors- those doors that were shut when you first pointed your flashlight in their direction.

But you were sure that with the last weak beam of light you saw one door ajar- and you were just as sure when you turned around and the last of the light died away you saw the rest of the doors standing wide open.

What kind of things, you thought to yourself, would chose to hide in the darkness- what kind of creature would wade through fetid water and live with the echoes of screaming rusted hinges that go on for ever and ever.

And what kind of monster, you thought to yourself, would stand next to those wide open doors, with the blackness streaming out-

And like it?