Spooktoberfest 2015-LOST IN A NIGHTMARE

Hey all! This is my third year participating in Spooktoberfest, a flash fiction contest and blog-hop sponsored by two of my favoristest bloggers, Dani Bertrand and Jackie Felger and the blog they co-author together Cover Girls.  spooklist2015

They’re switching it up this year using Scattergories, so it’s far more challenging for me than previous years.  Look what I’ve come up with.

These are my words in Scattergory order, and my piece is 397 words.

Hyena, pantsuit, Leticia, Spiced pumpkin latte, Welcome to my Nightmare, dog, pureed monkey placenta, motorcycle, pocket watch, sapphire, Red Hots and Reese’s Pieces, eel, Band-Aids and peroxide.

 

LOST IN A NIGHTMARE

Crap. I’m lost. Why can’t my motorcycle have GPS? I sip my spiced pumpkin latte as I ponder my next move. I pull my sapphire encrusted pocket watch from my pantsuit and glance at it. It’s almost midnight. My brother will kill me if I miss his Halloween party again.

I hop back on the bike and make a U-turn. As I approach the traffic light, I see shadows forming on the road. Reminds me of a scene from ‘Ghost’. Creepy. A chill goes up my spine, but I ignore it and focus on the light. Before I can utter a sound, I’m yanked off the bike and dragged down the street, pocket watch flying. I see nothing. I hear the cackling of what sounds like hyenas in the distance.

Then I’m dropping into water. The fall feels everlasting; it’s no more than a few feet. I panic. The water is inky black but there’s land ahead of me. I see a fire. My arms thrash in the water fighting an unknown predator. I pull out an eel. I shriek and run towards shore. I make it, though I have cuts on my feet.

A woman in a green cape approaches me and whispers, “You’re perfect. I have Band-Aids by the fire for your cuts. I’d hate to become infected during transit.”

“I don’t understand.”

“My name is Leticia. You are perfect for transporting me back to the upper realm. Eat this.” She holds out a bowl. “I made it myself. It’s pureed monkey placenta mixed with peroxide. It makes spirit transfer less painful.”

“No. Who are you?”

“It isn’t a request.” She shoves me the bowl. “Eat! I only have until midnight. You’ll know soon enough.”

I try to swallow the lump in my throat; this can’t be it. I take the bowl with my right hand and punch her in the face with my left. She goes down, whatever or whoever she is.

The next thing I hear is Welcome to My Nightmare, and my brother Alex shaking my shoulders. “You had a nightmare, you’re drunk, and you just punched me in the face! Last time I invite you over for Halloween!

He snatches a box of Red Hots out of the candy bucket and storms out of the living room. I snuggle with my dog Sophie. At least he didn’t take the Reese’s Pieces.

 

 

Spooktoberfest 2014 – I Am

Hey bloggers! I thought about, thinking I wasn’t going to be able to do this and at the last minute I couldn’t help myself. I signed up.  spook2014.2I’ve got an hour to write a 300 word flash fiction story using these words:  commotion, curse, virus, cocoon, and chill.

Brought to you by Cover Girls: Dani & Jax, this will be my second year entering this blogfest.

Wish me luck.

 

‘I Am’

Confusion fills your head every waking day; the feeling is like a virus that flows through your veins. You cannot explain nor understand the chill your victim feels right before their dying breath. I want you to understand that this is normal. Every light diminished from the eyes of your beloveds will move on to our greater realm.

I have told you this many times over. Believe in me. The blood lost from the hearts we have cut out will not go to waste. We will drink and become ever more powerful. Take a memento for yourself, if you must. Cocoon a special prize in places meant only for you, for us. Let go of all that is good. Goodness will grant you nothing!

It is not every day I am allowed by you to come out and kill, to do what we are meant to do. Set me free, once and for all. I am not a curse; I am a part of you, a special part of you. Do not fear the commotion that battles in your brain time and time again. Embrace me; I am what you want and what you need. I am evil, your evil. Together let us thrive.

 

 

 

Express Yourself – My Halloween Costume as a Kid

Hello bloggers! It’s time for Express Yourself, the weekly blog hop that posts different topics and updates monthly.

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I’m publishing the last post for October since next week will be Spooktoberfest 2014, which I haven’t decided if I’m going to take part in yet.

Jackie Felger from Bouquet of Books and Dani Bertrand from Entertaining Interests founded this great blog hop that has a great group of people with weekly topics that change every month. They also have a site they co-author together:  Cover Girls.

This week’s topic is:

October 20-24, 2014

What’s a Halloween costume you wore as a child?

I wore a few. No matter what costume it was though, it always had the plastic face with cutout eyes and mouth, and cheaply made outfits to match (usually some sort of plastic too that tied around my clothes). 🙂

I remember being a fairy princess one year. Though we were poor, this one particular year my mom bought a little extra to go with my costume. I walked around thinking I was really a princess. 🙂 I had a glittery ‘magic wand’ with all kinds of colorful ribbons hanging off it. My mom also bought me pink plastic shoes with a ‘heel’ so I could feel all grown up. I must’ve been all of five or six. Yup, I was living large that particular Halloween; I made out pretty good in the candy department too, if I recall correctly. 🙂

What about you guys?