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July 31, 2018
Brain judgment filters are not fully installed until one is 23 or thereabouts. In some, installation is never completed.
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your still seeing eyes, which the Skoon soon gobbles up with a terrible gnashing of its daggery teeth.’ The witch’s daughter considered this new information. ‘Well, mother, I have decided to clean the cauldron after all.’ The witch mother nodded once. ‘I thought you might.’
my powers ready.’ The witch mother snorted impressively from her long bumpy green nose. ‘Your pitiful powers are nothing. The Halloween Skoon has a great lump of a body and 8 long poison fern leaf legs. One touch and you freeze, only to slowly melt until nothing remains but
THE HALLOWEEN SKOON #31DaysOfHalloween ‘Behave, or I’ll send you where the ferns grow to be eaten by the Halloween Skoon.’ The witch’s daughter narrowed her eyes, skepticism written all over her smooth green face. ‘Oh, there’s no such thing. And if there is, so what? I’ve got pic.twitter.com/C4cZbIiFX3
CODA #31DaysOfHalloween #FairyTaleTuesday I emerged from the forest at dawn, leaving behind forever bittersweet memories of witch, castle, loss of left leg, and ultimate failure. pic.twitter.com/76UwZl4Z1F
soul, I will spill the words for the second time. ‘__________’ Oh, it proceeds, but now, but now … show exasperation. ‘__________’ Lean in. Pluck up the courage, my darling. Do it. Do it. Little angel Gretel, please. OH JOY! OH RELEASE!
the inside. Such a thin meager hope. So many years. You are the least likely of all who have gone before. Nevertheless, I will spill the words of instruction for the hundredth time … thousandth? ‘__________’ What’s that? Don’t bring my ember to flame, only to douse it. Oh, my
How many times have I reached this point only to be squashed hopeless by the cowardice of children seeming to be far bolder and sturdier than you? Mournful waif. Oh, my bones, how they ache. My twisted fingers … agony to move. Go on, keep crying. Ah, you cry on the outside, I on
THE WITCH'S FINAL THOUGHTS #31DaysOfHalloween So many times … hopes dashed … curse prolonged. Are you the one? I’ve heard you conspire with the boy every day. Oh, yes, little one, my eyesight is weak, but my earhear is keen. Can such a tiny petal of life perform the miracle?
chest. Q: Ha ha. So, black cats are supposed to be evil. Do you resent that stereotype? Pyewacket: Your body shall be consumed by rats. Q: Ha ha. And a Happy Halloween to all. Pyewacket leaps, talons unsheathed.
PYEWACKET INTERVIEW #31DaysOfHalloween Q: Is your name taken from Elmer Fudd describing the noise made by a table of pies collapsing? Pywacket: You will die. Q: Ha ha. Seriously, is it true you served a witch in 1644? Pyewacket: Your beating heart shall be torn from your
4 of 5 stars to Marnie by Winston Graham goodreads.com/review/show/42…
WITCH COTTAGE #31DaysOfHalloween #art pic.twitter.com/uYAgXlaVjg
5 of 5 stars to Blood on the Forge by William Attaway goodreads.com/review/show/42…
WITCH TREE #31DaysOfHalloween Witch tree caught in the act of casting a spell on that evergreen on the left, soon to be evergreen no more. pic.twitter.com/AtdUassx6S
placed the pot of honey near the tree’s twisted trunk, closed her eyes and turned about three times. She tried to walk away, but could not. She was no more. As a new scarlet leaf, she fluttered in the breeze.
possibilities are two. Your wish will be granted, or you shall be no more.” Doris looked at her rags and decided that the risk was worth it. She thanked the hermit and followed her instructions faithfully. In three days time, she found the tree witch. She took a deep breath,
TREE WITCH #31DaysOfHalloween “Beneath a leafy garb of scarlet and green you will see the bent and crusted limbs of the tree witch. Place the pot of honey next to the tree’s twisted trunk. Turn about thrice with your eyes closed and walk away without looking back. The pic.twitter.com/8c5zNA8TP9
CHEERLEADER #31DaysOfHalloween Here’s the shy pumpkin cheerleader hiding behind her pompons. pic.twitter.com/enp5DvHPPj
HEADLINES #31DaysOfHalloween LOCAL SPIDER PREPARES FOR HALLOWEEN Hopes to Frighten Children, Capture Flies Neighbors Cautious in Response Derelict Blames Government pic.twitter.com/DiDXIMsuXP
3 of 5 stars to Frog Music by Emma Donoghue goodreads.com/review/show/42…
taps you on the neck. You awake. The moon is gone, leaving an inky sky sprayed with stars. You feel another tap, as if from an icy finger tip. You turn your head. There she is. You die.
snaps back, and you stare at the grinning skeleton. Stupid dream, you think. You note that the moon has made substantial progress across the sky. Slept longer than I thought, you think. You flex your limbs, adjusting to a new comfort. You nod off again. In your dream the skeleton
silence. You, however, are made of sterner stuff. You volunteer loudly. The owner smiles. It is Halloween, and you gaze at the moon while manacled to the skeleton scarecrow. You are warmly bundled against the chill air and grow drowsy. Half asleep, you sense movement. Your head
PUMPKIN PATCH #31DaysOfHalloween The owner of the pumpkin patch concludes offers $10,000 dollars to anyone brave enough to spend Halloween night manacled to a skeleton scarecrow in the pumpkin patch. His harrowing tale of Halloweens past blankets the few gathered with terrified pic.twitter.com/a7n5rySk2U
TWIG HAND #31daysofhalloween He staggered into the fog. His eyes swam in and out of focus where the mist thinned and thickened in pulses. He came to a standstill, breathing heavily. A rustling. He squinted. The hand of twigs reached out. His body was never found. pic.twitter.com/ZxltjGXfdk
VERONICA LAKE #31DaysOfHalloween Veronica and co-star Fredrick March relaxed by flying tandem out to Santa Monica on Veronica’s broom, playing shuffleboard with John Proctor’s ghost, and demonstrating cauldron cooking for the crew. pic.twitter.com/x8IYOH9faV
OWL MAN #31DaysOfHalloween Owl Man is famous primarily for creating the flakiest pie crusts in all of Zombieland, slashing things to ribbons, consuming 18 cows at one sitting, and hypnotizing Godzilla. pic.twitter.com/tw0rlboQ3G
poured himself a neat portion in a shot glass. He nodded a salute at the toadies and drained the glass with one quick tilt of his head. The toadies then attacked and ate him. Trick, not treat.
lounge. Bowing toadies, clad in gray satin caftans, welcomed him and indicated with graceful dance where Dave could seek refreshment. He sauntered to the bar and examined its generous stock of spirits. Selecting a green liquid in a crystal decanter solely for its beauty, he
HALLOWEEN STORY #31DaysOfHalloween Dave Fender was content. The boss had given him a substantial raise and a key to the executive lounge. He fairly floated on wings of joy on the elevator ride to the 121st floor, where with his new key he opened the golden door to the executive
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