I belong to an on-line Writing Group
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
Ask The Magic Eight Ball of Horror A Question
Halloween Mah Jong…yes there is such a thing and the music is pretty cool too
For a Non-Music Version Go HERE
Look Out Mr Johnson…no not really…it’s the name of another game among several others
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
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.”
Bravo Thomas, Bravo!
Inspried By The SFC Prompt:
If I could walk
to the end of the world
I would find a hill to stand on
and I would
watch the sunset.
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
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
I would leave my footprints there in the dusty remains
of my world
would know I once was.
Inspired by The Soul Food Cafe Prompt:
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?