The Princess of Darkness

October 8, 2016October 25, 2016 / animar64 / 6 Comments

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Candy

When I was about 9 years old I went outside of my comfort zone for Halloween and dressed up as a Princess- I wore a sparkly crown and a Princess Dress.

It was pink and had a light blue sash.

I went to a house with a bunch of pumpkins in the yard and orange and black crepe paper streamers hanging in the windows.

I had never seen such a pretty Halloween House in my life.

I felt like belonged there.

When I knocked at the door the lady of the house opened the door and she was holding a tray with candied apples and popcorn balls and scattered around the try were little hard candies wrapped in purple and orange waxed paper.

It was breathtaking.

I said ‘trick or treat’ and she said,

” What are you supposed to be.”

” A Princess.”

She reached into a little bowl on a table just inside of her door and tossed a little candy bar into my treat bag,

” You’re no Princess little girl ” she said.

She looked like she was smelled something bad.

The door banged shut in my face.

On my way back to the road I kicked all of the pumpkins in the pretty Halloween House over and when someone asked me what I was doing I threw my crown at them.

Like the lady of the house said, I was no Princess- that was for sure.

Blooms

October 7, 2016October 25, 2016 / animar64 / 5 Comments

Being Haunted

Feeling Haunted

Fear

takes root in the mind

and then

grows and blooms

in your eyes.

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Haunted

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Being Haunted

Feeling Haunted

Takes root in the mind

and then

grows and blooms

in your eyes.

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Haunted

Dracula Goes To Church

October 5, 2016October 25, 2016 / animar64 / 2 Comments

Photo A.M. Moscoso

JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Cat

The cat had followed him, very quietly out of the crypt.

It trailed behind him up from the spider webbed choked crypt ( how long had he been asleep this time?) and out to to the cemetery which was in ruins now.

Headstones were broken, some were covered with weeds the Funeral Home on the hill was a skeleton now- the windows were boarded up and the front door was missing.

” Well there went the neighborhood ” the man said in a heavily accented voice. ” I thought this was going to be a good one. Real estate, you just never know what it’s going to do.”

The cat looked up at and its eyes flared yellow and dark orange flames at him.

The man hated cats and here he was, talking to one.

A stupid rat catcher.

” I am the Count. Count Dracula. Death stands in awe of what I did when I was human, and it is stunned at what I’ve done since I died.”

The cat yawned.

” Yes. well I am standing here talking to a cat. Pity. It’s true . Even the mightiest fall, ” he motioned around them and looked down pointedly at the cat. ” Eventually.”

The cat lifted it’s paw up and began to clean it.

“So tell me, what have you done, Cat?”

The cat, it’s voice heavy with dirt from the crypt answered in an all to human voice, ” I came back from the dead and drove my most of family to their grave. And I got away with it.”

Dracula heard a cough. One that doesn’t come from the chest but rather is intended to get one’s attention.

The Count straightened up turned around and a man with glasses and a wooden stake in his hand slammed the expertly sharpened stick into the Count’s chest.

” Well Church. It looks like you eat tonight Buddy.”

Count Dracula, slayer of worlds, seducer of woman and hater of cats plopped unceremoniously to the ground.

Church circled around the writer’s legs and Stephen leaned down and pat his misshapen skull. ” After that great story you told me about your family, I can’t thank you enough. It was one long scream fest. Let me me know if there’s anything else you need. I owe you Pal”

Church meowed, though it actually sounded like a laugh.

And then he began to eat.