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The Wish

Welcome back to the October-long Waltoween Halloween-a-thon! If what I just said makes no sense to you, you can click October Is Coming to get caught up. My next guest used to be the lovely and ethereal joyce mildred; however, she’s not anymore, as she initiated auto-destruct on that blog and that persona (and at least…

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Making Peace With Ghosts

I hear her in my sleep. At least I think it’s her. And I think I’m asleep. I hear her cry, “Why didn’t you want me?” Faint, not real. I roll over, clutch the pillow. My wife stirs. “You hear her?” But I don’t hear my wife, even. Or I’m not sure I do. My…

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The Creepiest Thing

Clowns are pretty much automatically creepy. But what about a clown who does lots of very bad things, then paints a portrait of your spouse? Kristen of byebyebeer is the next guest poster of the season with this creepy piece about a creepy thing that is very creepy. Yikes!     The Creepiest Thing from byebyebeer The creepiest thing I…

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Carol Decorates for Halloween

  Drops of rain splattered on the headstone. Carol wiped them away with one slow caress. She smiled. This one felt right. “An elegant choice,” said the gaunt man behind her. “And moderately priced.” She could feel him looming over her shoulder. The way he held his hands reminded her of a praying mantis. He…

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Her Tangled Web

Kicking off the Halloween-a-thon is this piece from kurasazetu, whose writings you can read at This Black Rock. For those who fancy themselves connoisseurs of diversity, I would invite you to consider America the Great. Her Tangled Web by kurasazetu   Thomas Brinkley sat at the edge of his driveway and tried to keep his…

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October is coming, and you’re invited (again!)

Just say it; let it clunk about in the back of your throat: October. It’s the coolest name for a month, and the coolest month by far. The earth itself (the top half, anyway) is literally cooling down, the air getting damp. Spiders are spinning webs, skeleton hands clawing their way through moist earth towards…

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Baby Doll

She woke up like a writer full of words. An artist full of color. A wife with problems. She lay in bed for a while, eyes shut. But when she was certain, she threw off the sheets. In darkness she walked to the living room, feeling her way with a hand against the wall. At…

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When Can I See You Again?

And now here it is… the last post of the Halloween season. It’s by an actress from Holland who now lives on a tiny Greek island, and it’s unlike anything else I’ve posted this month. It’s the perfect post to finish with, and it might make you a little verklempt. 

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Die, My Darling

When I move in with Francis, we know it is temporary. His fiancé will be arriving from Brazil before long and I will have to move out. When that time comes, so does the For Rent sign in the yard a few doors down. A basement apartment in an old house built decades ago. I…

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The Hunger

Our penultimate guest post comes from rosiebooks2009 of La Tour Abolie, an eclectic mix of essays, stuff about writing, stuff about books, and far out philosophy. She edited this down to under the word limit, but in doing so it lost a good bit of a lot of something. For example, the first sentence, which, to…

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The Words She Brought Home

Days of the week… Days of the week… These are the days of the week. She brought the words home from kindergarten. A song they had sung. Her face was pale. The bags under her eyes deep and dark. We thought it was the storm that had been hovering over us all week. The thunder…