Halloween

Dying Pretty

Submitted by grover on 2009, December 8 - 2:56pm

Disclaimer: This is fiction. All the characters and events portrayed here are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely accidental and unintentional. I as the author reserves all rights. A big thanks goes out to Cathy who proofed and generally made this readable. Any remaining errors, or mistakes are mine! Enjoy

Dying Pretty
By
Grover

Dead. They were all dead. Mr. Morton our teacher and advisor; Julie, Rodger, Stu, and the rest of my fellows for our student film project; my classmates who had tagged along as casting extras and the excuse to party on our dime. Everyone was dead.


THE LIBRARY: REWRITE

Submitted by bobbie-c on 2009, October 27 - 2:34pm
The Library: Rewrite

by Roberta J. Cabot

 

Ghosts in the library. A fairly common story for Halloween . Telling such stories, especially around a campfire at night, is fun. Heck, it’s almost a tradition – a ghostly figure that you see from the corner of your eye as you work on your homework in the library, eerie sounds, unexplained movements like doors closing or chairs moving et cetera. Old hat. Hackneyed, even. Thing is, I was the one who saw them, experienced them. It might even have been okay if that was all, and if they just happen occasionally, and at night. But the thing was, the weird stuff started happening in the daytime as well, and during class. And it all started when my eyes changed color…

THE LIBRARY: REWRITE - part 1

Submitted by bobbie-c on 2009, October 27 - 2:27pm
The Library: Rewrite

by Roberta J. Cabot

 

Ghosts in the library. A fairly common story for Halloween . Telling such stories, especially around a campfire at night, is fun. Heck, it’s almost a tradition – a ghostly figure that you see from the corner of your eye as you work on your homework in the library, eerie sounds, unexplained movements like doors closing or chairs moving et cetera. Old hat. Hackneyed, even. Thing is, I was the one who saw them, experienced them. It might even have been okay if that was all, and if they just happen occasionally, and at night. But the thing was, the weird stuff started happening in the daytime as well, and during class. And it all started when my eyes changed color…
 
My name is Mark. And this is my Halloween story.

How Do You Misspell Potion?

Submitted by dreammaker on 2009, August 16 - 4:31pm

What is Miranda up to? Where is Tech Sergeant Emanuel Perez? how do the events of "My Report, How I Spent my Summer" and a doctor's problem in "Safe Haven" relate to each other? Stay tuned for further chapters to this week's tale, or should it be tail?


How Do You Misspell Potion? Chapter 1

Submitted by dreammaker on 2009, August 16 - 3:55pm

How Do You Misspell Potion? Chapter 1

DECEMBER 4, 2008  

      Dear Diary, today Auntie Mercedes came to see momma, she was crying and angry, real angry. I couldn’t help but listen in, momma had forgotten I was there and Auntie Mercedes was in no mood to see anyone or anything except the target of her anger. Problem is that most of their conversation is in Visayan and Tagalog, too many words I don’t know and at a mile a minuet.  As she yelled and wailed I flashed back to my own bone of contention, momma is a practitioner of potions. I don’t know if that makes her a witch, but her results are either magic or sorcery. Now more times than not, I forget that I used to be her father in law, not one of the twins, heck according to the birth certificate that the navy drummed up, I’m not even the older twin, Connie is.


Safe Haven

Submitted by dreammaker on 2009, February 1 - 5:49pm

The box was the size of a footlocker, indeed it was a foot locker, the name on the side said Tech Sergeant Emanuel Perez. An envelope was caught in the seam, I pulled it out and read.

I'm sorry, I did not know where to go, but the safe haven law said that I
could drop her off at a hospital, police station or fire house. Nothing
was said about animal shelters.


Dead Girls Don't Cry

Submitted by mfinson on 2008, November 2 - 7:20pm

Dead Girls Don’t Cry

By

Maggie Finson

All Souls Day kind of sneaked up on Walt Hynes. With a soft, but insistent knocking at his front door at three AM.

Turning over in his bed, unhappily without a partner, Walt groaned, stared at the bedside alarm clock and winced as the knocking at the front door got not only louder, but even more demanding. “All right, all right, I’m coming!”

Muttering, Walt levered his six foot frame out of the bed, missed his slippers and winced as the cold hardwood floor in his bedroom really worked at waking him up. “I have to get around to putting some kind of carpet in here.”


Silver Blood-Epilogue

Submitted by stanman63 on 2008, October 30 - 3:58am

As we lifted away from the now burning city, I heard a voice emit from a solitary figure in the back, "Well done, but there are questions to be answered."

We looked at Mister Mysterious and knew that things were not yet under control. He always wore a black suit with a black shirt, tie socks, shoes and belt. His dark skin bespoke of his African heritage, he only thing of any color was his teeth and eyes.

"And who wants to ask the questions? You?" He knew that we were conditioned to never reveal our secrets, so even if he tortured us, he would get nothing for his efforts.


. . .And Fifty Cents For Your Soul

Submitted by commentator on 2008, October 28 - 1:17pm

. . .And Fifty Cents For Your Soul

  'Mad Dog' Jansen stomped down the polluted beach, kicking driftwood and whatever else got in his way with his size 14 combat boots. He smiled for a moment at the memory of how that pansy quarterback for the Saints had looked after he'd 'accidentally' snapped his throwing arm, the pain in his eyes before he'd passed out. It had been a clean hit but Jansen knew he'd angled himself to inflict the maximum amount of damage.


Silver Blood

Submitted by stanman63 on 2008, October 11 - 5:54am

Silver Blood

By Stanman63
Thanks To JennaFL For Proofing And Nora Adrienne for editing!



Synopsis:When a research lab recieves the corpse of a vampire, they unwittingly release the evil when the body is reanimated, causing many deaths as the immortal feeds and increases it's army of the undead until stopped.		  

 

Well, here I am, the last one alive in the research lab. The vampires have either turned or killed everybody else here. Luckily, I am in a sealed off self contained bunker with its own sealed water and air recycling systems. Now I can put my plan into action to destroy the menace.


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