The Seven Demons

Experience Writing Halloween Challenge: THE BLOOD MOON

Blood Moon

Once long ago, when the blood moon filled the sky, people living in Ancient Mesopotamia believed that seven demons were going to attack and kill their king.

The Incas believed that a jaguar was attacking and devouring the moon.

Hindu folklore connects the blood moon to the immortal demon Rahu, who was decapitated by the gods after stealing the elixir of immortality. Rahu’s severed head chases the Sun and Moon, occasionally swallowing the Moon.

Once the total lunar eclipse passes, the moon goes from its coppery red color back to its natural shade of cool white light.  As the Moon returns to normal, the monsters are driven back; the demons return to their hells, and Rahu’s severed head goes to its rest.

Photographer Unknown

None of these cultures had any idea that in about 5 billion years, the Sun will run out of hydrogen fuel in its core and expand into a red giant.

Earth may not be annihilated, but it will not be habitable. Mercury and Venus will be vaporized. The Goldilocks (habitable) zone will move outward, potentially warming icy moons around Jupiter and Saturn into temporarily habitable environments. The outer planets will drift, and their orbits will change.

In the end, our Sun will go from being a red giant to a white dwarf, and at that point, I guess you could say the jaguar and Rahu’s head will have devoured our solar system.

It’s a strange twist: it wasn’t the blood moon we needed to be afraid of all those centuries ago, because The Red Death (I think calling it that is spot on) won’t come with the Moon.

It will come with the Sun.

” Red Giant-Sun “

Voices In The Dark

Experience Writing Halloween Photography prompt: Take a picture of something that howls, or a representation of the sound.

I used WordPress’ AI tool to create pictures of monsters that howl.

” The devil doesn’t know how to sing, only howl ” 

Francis Thompson

Two snarling spectral wolves running through mist beneath a crescent moon

Created with WP- AI
Anita Moscoso

The Smoke Wolf (or Smoke Wolves)

Unlike many regional cryptids that keep to themselves, Smoke Wolves are reputed to be aggressive, pack-traveling predators that hunt livestock and emit chilling, demonic howls.

Created with AI on WP A..M Moscoso

The Wendigo

Folklore describes the Wendigo as having the ability to imitate familiar human voices—such as calling your name or crying for help—to lure people away from safety and into the woods.

The Wendigo is also reported to have the ability to emit guttural growls and heavy, rhythmic breathing mixed with wet, snarling noises
Cerberus
Demonic steam locomotive blazing through a volcanic landscape during a lightning storm

Created with AI on WP
A..M Moscoso

Cerberus’ vocalizations combine deep canine  barks with monstrous, booming roars

Say What?

What are your strategies for SEO?

I am old school, so I will stick to my old-fashioned ways when it comes to my writing.

Search engines won’t help me become a better writer, so I don’t have strategies for SEO.

 

What We Keep Safe

Experience  Writing Halloween Prompt: HUSK

I woke up one morning, or maybe it was evening, and found, to my horror, that nobody was home.

My front door had been twisted off its hinges and thrown to the floor; the windows were broken, and dust filtered through moonlight ( or maybe it was sunlight ) aimlessly from room to room.

In the darkness I cried out, knowing full well no one could hear me:

“Where are the walls that kept me safe from the rain, mold, and rats? Where are the soft and fragile bones that I had kept safe for all of these years? They couldn’t have climbed up and out of our home all on their own. I was crafted by Matteo Carver, the finest coffin maker in the world; his work was designed to last for an eternity.”

“So what happened?”

“Where are the bones dressed in black and held together with wire and wax that I was entrusted with? Did somebody steal them away? Or did they get up all on their own and walk away and leave me here on my own?”

I didn’t think that was possible.

Regardless of what I may think, it appears that is exactly what happened.

I feel empty; I am hollow. I am a husk. I have no purpose.

So if by chance you need a place to rest your tired and weary bones, come and find me, and let’s see what we can do.

I was created by the finest coffin maker in the world, and his work guarantees you an eternal rest.

Two broken coffins in a ruined stone crypt surrounded by rubble

AI Artwork Generated by WordPress
A.M. Moscoso