Halloweensie Contest

Susanna Leonard Hill is hosting her 8th Halloweensie Contest. Last year she got 235 entries. Wowza! To enter, write a kid’s Halloween story using no more than 100 words including cauldron, shiver, and howl. Visit her site for complete rules if you want to play along, but hurry.

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A Beasty Brew

“Beauty blood.” Grissella Ravenclaw squinted at the potion’s blurred label, shrugged her crooked shoulders, and poured. The cauldron burbled with a green, stinky goo. She wrinkled her warty nose and swallowed the goop down anyway. She’d be the queen of the Goblin’s Halloween ball.

Her stomach gurgled.

She shivered and burped.

Then her nose bulged into a toothsome snout, and her ears perked up. Gray fur covered her skin, ending in a fluffy tail… and itchy FLEAS! Her paws on the shelf, she read the label with wolf-sharp eyes. “Noooo,” she howled. “I wanted beauty blood. Not beasty blood! Aahhroooo…”

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Happy Halloween!

At the Mirror: Missed Perception

I read this post on Pam’s Roughwriting blog almost a year ago and saved it for the return of the Halloween. It’s THAT GOOD, and I couldn’t wait to share it with you. Pay attention to the costumes in the short video. It will fill up your heart. Happy Halloween.

Missed Perception

by Pamela Wright

On one of my hold-my-breath-until-we-land flights a few months ago, I was the last passenger to enter the plane (my normal routine) and sat next to a nice-looking man who barely looked up.

But I looked him up and down, gauging how well the flight would go. Not garrulous, check. Not nervous, check. Not a drinker, check. All good to go.

But as I placed my purse under my seat and opened my book, I took offense. Perhaps this man – mid-30s – dismissed me already for being one of those things: a talker or a nervous flier or worse, just an “older woman” who was – dismissible. 

I shrugged my shoulders and sank into my book. Almost two hours into the flight, after I’d been reading without a stop and my seatmate had been clicking on his laptop nonstop (yup, harried businessman, I told myself), the flight attendant made an announcement that caused me to laugh out loud and the businessman laughed too and then…we looked at each other.

Has that happened to you before? You think you know someone from their outside appearance (old, young, teenager, academic, businessperson, clergy, European, African, mid-Western, male, female) and then suddenly, eyes focus on each other, and you think: ohhhhhhhh….

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Happy Halloweensie

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Mike Allegra suggested that I give Susanna Hill’s Halloweensie Writing Contest a try.  The goal was to write a 100-word Halloween story appropriate for children (12 and under) using the words candy cornmonster, and shadow. Here’s my entry:

Monster under the Bed

Darla scrunched her blanket under her chin. “You can turn off the light, mom.”

“You won’t be scared?”

“I’m okay. And you don’t need to check under my bed; there’s no monster.”

Her mother kissed her. “Honey, I’m so proud of you.”

Left alone, Darla clutched her trick or treat bag. A gnarled troll with pointy fangs crept from the shadows beneath her bed. Its orange eyes squinted and curved claws rustled in a paper sack. “I got chocolates,” it growled. “What did you get?”

“Taffy, licorice, and candy corn,” Darla whispered. “Want to trade?”

“Bah.” The monster giggled. “Let’s share.”

Sunday Blog Share: The Visiting Room – Halloween Fare

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The Visiting Room

By Holly Rene Hunter

Released from my nightmare I follow the long corridor of doors to the landing, rattling keys lock the rooms as I pass by. A tipsy ballerina, my bare feet float above the heavy carpeting that covers the oak stairway.  At the end,  I find my myself embalmed in the dark  parlor of the once opulent mansion . Nothing has changed, high back chairs and Toscano settees beneath dull white sheeting over-fill the room.  Dusty paintings of daffodils and brocade vases of still life line the burgundy walls. Above the mahogany fireplace a portrait…

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Happy NaNoWriMo

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I’m thousands of feet in the air as you read this, or I’m on the 4-hour drive from the Utah airport to my folks place in the high desert of Colorado. My parents don’t have internet, and even if they did, my time isn’t likely to be my own.

NaNoWriMo starts on Sunday, and I’ll spend my private nighttime minutes on a cot behind the sofa, cranking out a smattering of paragraphs. I expect a slow start and will make up the time when I return. For me, it’s better to just accept it, take a deep breath, and let the week unfold.

The point of this post is to graciously advise my friends in blog-land that my November presence will be intermittent.  I’ve preplanned posts for once a week. My reward for achieving my word-count goals will be some luxurious browsing of your blogs, but I know I’m going to miss many wonderful posts. For that, I pre-apologize and send everyone gigantic virtual hugs.

Oh, And Happy Halloween! Some pics that still make me laugh.

My daughter at age 2. Mother of the Overlord.

My daughter at age 2. Mother of the Overlord. She dressed herself and walked in to show me.

The Overlord as Yoda. (Wearing a costume for a dog). Ha ha!

The Overlord as Yoda. (In a costume for a dog). Ha ha! The woman behind him had blue clown hair 30 yrs ago.

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Have a wonderful weekend!