Fall Writing Frenzy Entry Form 2022

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Hello #FallWritingFrenzy Friends-

Yahoo!! Our competition is finally here! Kaitlyn (creator of the Fall Writing Frenzy), Alyssa (author and guest judge of the 2022 Fall Writing Frenzy), and Lydia, (co-host of the Fall Writing Frenzy) are excited to read your entries.


To enter:

  • Please review the rules first to make sure you’re all set.
  • Then scroll down to the FORM below, and fill in all the required fields.
  • You can only fill out the form once, and when you do, we will have all your information.

Reminder: please fill out the form between October 1 and October 3, 2022 11:59 PM EST.

  • If you didn’t post to your blog and/or would like to share your entry here, you can scroll to the bottom and paste your story as a comment. But- be sure to fill out the FORM first- we must have that for your entry to be valid.
  • When you’ve submitted, we’d love for you to share on Twitter and tag us (Kaitlyn, Alyssa, Lydia) and your friends who you want to see a Fall Writing Frenzy entry from.
  • Please support one another by reading other entries and commenting on them. To see other people’s entries, scroll down down down to the table directly below. Entries with links to their blogs should appear, simply click on the link, and you will be directed to that writer’s blog.

Please note: the form and the comments are NOT connected. Filling out the form will not create a comment, you have to do that manually. 🙂

Check the FAQs if you have any trouble.

Good luck to all!

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1,183 thoughts on “Fall Writing Frenzy Entry Form 2022

    #FallWritingFrenzy 2022 Winners! « Lydia Lukidis said:
    November 2, 2022 at 10:21 am

    […] Fall Writing Frenzy Entry Form 2022 […]

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    ritaborg said:
    October 12, 2022 at 4:38 pm

    I couldn’t see my story here. It is late, but here it is for what it’s worth.
    The Innocent
    by Rita Antoinette Borg
    WC 200
    number 11 the alley

    I lie in wait for him. This evening is reminiscent of a long-ago murky Halloween night when a masked assailant, massive as a bullock, crouched behind this reddish-purple façade in Eerieton, where butchers wet their blades to slay the innocent.
    He camouflaged himself well, like a tiger waiting for prey behind a tall skeleton fern. I dashed home from a party. I became his victim, slashing me open. My blood spattered onto this guttered cracked alley.
    After you’re gone, eternity passes quickly. The night has reached its thickest and darkest point. All Saints’ Day bravely replaces Halloween, now. Would the souls of other slain girls join me in this rescue mission to stop him? But how bizarre!? Is there not a single other ghost attempting to prevent girls from meeting their untimely demise?
    The moon sits perilously high in the sky, beaming up the hill toward my house.
    Mama’s at the window.
    “I’m sorry,” I say. “I couldn’t return.”
    Someone’s with her.
    “Where’s Dad?”
    “Behind you.”
    I scream.
    ” You’re a ghost!”
    “They’ve killed me too?” he thunders. Other windows light up.
    “They’ve kept your knives!”
    “But you despise murder,” he moans across the darkness.
    “Only of the innocent.”

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    Carmen Castillo Gilbert said:
    October 11, 2022 at 3:50 pm

    Note to Lydia and Kaitlyn
    I’ve looked for my entry among all the ones submitted on various occasions and I have yet to find it. I did complete the entry form and pasted my story under comments but I can’t find it. I don’t have a blog so I had no other way to submit. Is there a way you can help me locate it? The title of my entry was; Vampire or Perro Perfecto? 198 words. Prompt Picture #6. Thanks for your assistance. Carmen Castillo Gilbert cacegi@comcast.net

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    melissakayvalente said:
    October 8, 2022 at 4:47 pm

    I don’t think my story posted here in the comments, though it is showing in the form. I am guessing it’s too late to post here but will do so just in case (I did complete the form a the right time, not sure why my comment didn’t work). Sorry it’s taken me so long to realise – it’s been a crazy week in the classroom! Anyway… it’s a great competition and so many amazing entries. It’s been great fun reading through.

    LETTING GO
    “Hold on!” shouts mum from the landing.
    “Nope! You’re doing enough holding on for us both,” Lily yells back. “I’ll walk to the theatre.”

    She stalks into the crisp afternoon. Her anger and a new jolt of nerves crackle in her chest as she grips her dance shoes. The path ahead is dull and brown, in every sense, but the Fall Contest could finally change things.

    Autumn leaves cling, quivering, to branches and the wind holds its breath.

    * * *

    In the wings, Lily lets the shushing sooth her as the curtains slide open. Applause.
    She steps out… her pupils retreating to pinholes in the glaring light.
    The piano plinks… Lily responds, stiff at first, then easing into the familiar flow.
    The audience rustles with approval.

    Outside, a sudden swoosh of wind sends the first flurry of crisp leaves free in graceful spirals. Those remaining whisper, excited at the leap just taken.

    * * *

    “That was incredible!” gushes mum backstage.
    Lily is still flushed, beaming: “I just… let go!”

    Emerging from the theatre into the soft evening light, they pause: “Oh!”
    The pathway home is a red carpet.

    Mum smiles… nods: “Letting go, in all its glory.”

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      mlyablonaolcom said:
      October 9, 2022 at 9:24 am

      Love the imagery!

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      Emma Fischer said:
      October 11, 2022 at 9:28 pm

      Your writing style is so beautiful! I really hope they’ll allow your entry into the contest, as the story you wrote is wonderful.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 1:01 pm

      A roller coaster of emotion. Good work! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    October Check-In | K Callard said:
    October 6, 2022 at 9:37 am

    […] story entry for the 2022 Fall Writing Frenzy Contest run by Lydia Lukidis and Kaitlyn Sanchez (go here to find the other […]

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    Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
    October 4, 2022 at 9:36 am

    Mission Complete! (Moribund – at or near death)
    By Eric Herrington (Inspired by Picture #8 Image: Halloween- Credit: Selina Wing for Bing)

    The robot’s central circuity arced – whirrrr…swoosh… a chest panel opened, smoke billowed and engulfed Moribund’s atmospheric suit. Sparks leapt onto the dry grass, the weight of his boots snapped twigs and dug deep imprints – the cycle thrummed slower now, whirred, and went silent. The cycle’s lights circled, pulsed, and dimmed – “cells depleted.” Message read.
    “This will have to work…” Moribund said. The full moon shone through the smoke funnel.
    He scanned the surface for radiation, temperature, and gasses. “Atmospheric conditions acceptable”.
    “ROAAAAAR” the creature’s voice echoed through the cave – a gridwork of Jack-o’- lanterns haloed at the entrance. “SCRAPE SCRAAAAPE SCREECH,” the piercing sound disrupted his telemetry, he turned back, in his periphery – a reinforced steel cage hitched to his light cycle. “It’s transformed now…must be hungry.” He thought. “No one else wanted this job…But I’m the outdated model ‘this unit decommissioned…expendable’” he played back the recording.
    “I get one shot at this…” Moribund approached the tungsten cage – replaying instructions: “TO COMPLETE MISSION: OPEN HERE – EXTREME CAUTION.” The creature rose on its hind legs, crashed, bent, and clawed the bars. He looked up, reading metrics, “earth’s moon….amplified effects…may be a catalyst for?-” The latch opened… “Mission complete!”

    *************************************************************************************************

    submitted on 10/3 but wanted to add here for comments. Please visit my blog at https://ericherrington.com/

    Can you guess what the animal is?

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      cinzialverde said:
      October 4, 2022 at 3:42 pm

      Love all the sounds! Very fun.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:20 am

      Hmm. Full moon. Is it a werewolf? Super creepy!

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        Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
        October 5, 2022 at 4:34 pm

        Correct answer “werewolf”! You got it Debbie. The lit jack-o’-lanterns picture made me think of a maze type of cave entrance – perfect place to release a dangerous creature. It was fun to do a sci-fi genre – decommissioned malfunctioning robot (Moribund) who was chosen for dangerous duty – keeper of the werewolf creature and delivering it to another planet.

        CLUES: “It’s transformed now…must be hungry”, and “full moon” and “earth’s moon…amplified effects…may be a catalyst for?-“

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      claireflewis said:
      October 6, 2022 at 7:33 pm

      This is really atmospheric! I love all the world-building through technical details to do with the robot, and the background menace of the creature about to be released!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 7, 2022 at 10:21 am

      Love the atmosphere! A fun story with a spooky werewolf! Nice!

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      Yolimari Garcia said:
      October 7, 2022 at 4:57 pm

      I like your descriptions! Cool story!

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      Natalie Lynn Tanner said:
      October 8, 2022 at 12:50 am

      ERIC: Your action and descriptive words TRULY paint a VIVID story! I felt like I was right next to Moribund–though, I would have been RUNNING for my life! GOOD thing I’m NOT a BRAVE robot! 😉

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 1:08 pm

      I definitely thought “werewolf,” but am late to the game. LOL! Nice piece. Good luck! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    amyflynnnd said:
    October 4, 2022 at 9:17 am

    (Sorry if this is posted twice – I went to check the entry this AM and realized the comment seemed to have not been posted . . . that I can find)

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      amyflynnnd said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:19 am

      It still didn’t post the whole comment!

      The Haunted Washer
      By Amy Flynn

      The rattles and clatters proved it.

      Milton’s washer was haunted.

      Not for long, ghosty! Milton thought, tinkering a trap.

      Soon,

      Bump! Thud!

      “What the sock!?” Milton shouted.

      Mooooooaaaaaan, replied a long-lost sock ghost.

      Milton couldn’t live with a ghoul, so he oogie-boogied, magic-wordied the ghost, banishing him.

      But the next day, the ghost returned.

      Mooooaaaaaan?

      Milton tried tricking it, burying it, and mailing it.

      The sock ghost came back, back, back.

      “What do you want?” moaned Milton.

      Moooooaaaaan! the ghost moaned, hopping atop a dusty shelf, and slipping into . . .

      The odd sock bin.

      Milton peeked inside to see,

      A crumpled sock.

      Crying.

      The ghost’s match, Milton realized, watching the two socks, unable to hug.

      Milton’s heart tugged and he did the only thing he could think of. He slipped the lonely, forgotten sock onto his foot.

      Ahhhhhhh, whispered the happy ghost, vanishing.

      Behind him Milton heard a, moooooaaaaaan.

      Another sock ghost gazed hopefully up at him from the washer.

      Milton sighed, rustled up the sock’s match, and slipped it onto his other foot.

      Mooooooaaaaan!
      Moooooooaaaaaan!
      Moooooooooooaaaaaaaan!

      Before long Miilton’s hands, elbows, knees, and ears were also socked, and he left the room to a chorus of happy whispers.
      Ahhhhhhhhh

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        Debbie Austin said:
        October 4, 2022 at 9:34 am

        This is so cute! I can just see poor Milton covered in socks.

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        cinzialverde said:
        October 4, 2022 at 3:44 pm

        I love the theme of socks! And you have such nice music in your words.

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        jillburns7 said:
        October 4, 2022 at 3:57 pm

        Adorable and fun! I love the happy ending!

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        Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
        October 5, 2022 at 4:45 pm

        Great! I was scared at first experiencing the suspense of not knowing the sock ghost’s intentions but I love a happy humorous ending. I bet parent’s will appreciate this and kiddos will try to be more like Milton feeling bad for mismatched socks!

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        Yolimari Garcia said:
        October 7, 2022 at 5:00 pm

        I enjoyed this fun story!

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        eleanorannpeterson said:
        October 8, 2022 at 4:12 am

        Love this! I have one of those odd sock bins. I better find their match before they haunt me.

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        mlyablonaolcom said:
        October 9, 2022 at 9:30 am

        Sock ghosts! Love it 🙂

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        wordwritermo said:
        October 16, 2022 at 1:12 pm

        What a clever entry! I love this story of lost socks and finding their way to….salvation? Haha! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    jhall2018 said:
    October 4, 2022 at 8:17 am

    ILLUMINATING DARKNESS
    By Jyn Hall

    I’ve been walking in darkness for so long.
    I don’t know how long.
    But I know not always.

    There was a Before.
    When my life wasn’t as black as an ancient cave.
    When my feet weren’t bloodied and torn.
    When I wasn’t hungry.
    Or alone.

    Memories of light.
    Light memories.
    So ephemeral when I try to grasp them,
    they wisp away to nothingness.

    Ahead —
    A hint of illumination?
    So subtle, like the moment dawn tiptoes out of night’s arms.

    If I cross this liminal space, do things get better?
    Or worse?
    I cross, of course I do.
    Nothing can be worse than this deep, endless midnight.
    Where it makes no difference if my eyes are open or closed.

    Feet pulled out of the mire hit hard, slick stone.
    A sensation from my past…pavement,
    where light bleeds a path.

    The solitary amber glow ahead—ominous or welcoming?—
    reveals a door.

    I shuffle forward.
    Knock, knock.
    Hope is a breath held.

    The door opens.
    A kindly face on the verge of a smile…
    Freezes.

    A scream.
    Mine?
    No, hers.

    “But…I think…
    I belong in the Light.
    To the Light.
    Please, stop screaming.
    Stop.
    Screaming.

    “I said, STOP.”

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      juliejelliebean said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:04 am

      Soooo good Jyn! I love this!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:10 am

      Really great! I love this line…”the moment dawn tiptoes out of night’s arms.”

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      Steven Keck said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:15 am

      Jyn! This is awesome! What happens next?!?

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      Barbara Kimmel said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:25 am

      This is sooo good! (I’ll try not to be mad at you when I can’t sleep tonight…)

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      Becky Goodman said:
      October 4, 2022 at 10:11 am

      Jyn, this gave me perfect, lingering nightmares. Well done!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 4, 2022 at 3:51 pm

      Love the feeling you create! Nice!

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      melissamiles1 said:
      October 5, 2022 at 6:44 am

      Jyn, this is so lyrical! Great job!

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      Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
      October 5, 2022 at 5:00 pm

      Great! The twist at the end not realizing that the “being” she has become is scary to the other person (perhaps because she had been exposed so long to the darkness?) answering the door, is this person answering the door her liminal self before she transitioned across the liminal doorway? Wow!

      Very suspenseful. I admit I had to look up “ephemeral” and “liminal space”

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      jessaroux said:
      October 5, 2022 at 11:10 pm

      Love this perspective! 🧟‍♀️

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      M.A. Cortez said:
      October 6, 2022 at 4:58 pm

      Ooooh, creepy!

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      Yolimari Garcia said:
      October 7, 2022 at 5:04 pm

      Dark! I like it!

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      mlyablonaolcom said:
      October 9, 2022 at 9:33 am

      Love the ending! 🙂

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      sunflowerscribe said:
      October 11, 2022 at 3:05 pm

      Love the suspense! Great read!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 1:36 pm

      Such stunning language in this work, and then that ending…so interesting! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Matt Gallagher said:
    October 4, 2022 at 12:55 am

    SOAK MY BONES
    by Matt Gallagher

    Weeel, it felt good to give these old bones a soak. I was dead tired today and a little sore. Gotta take the booots off and rest a bit. Won’t be long until winter now. Things will get drier and drier. Speakin of cacti, things got real prickly at the halloween party last night. I went, dressed as an old friend of mine, Phineas Gage. Couldn’t mingle a bit. Kept knockin’ folks drinks over until they kicked me out of the saloon. Went skiddin right down the street on my tail bone.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:15 am

      I love the voice! Nice job!

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      Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
      October 4, 2022 at 11:33 am

      I thought about writing about this picture too. Like the humor – “old bones”, “dead tired” “skiddin’…on my tail bone”

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 4, 2022 at 3:48 pm

      Love the tone and the humor! Nice!

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      melissamiles1 said:
      October 5, 2022 at 6:45 am

      I think I relate to your character! Great job!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 5, 2022 at 7:33 am

      Good wordplay. Good luck!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 1:39 pm

      Sounds like this old boy had a rough night and deserves that soak. LOL! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    jessaroux said:
    October 3, 2022 at 11:28 pm

    Gruesome Bubbles
    by Jess Freeman

    Mama says I’ve got to bathe.
    “No!” I say, “I won’t!”
    “You’re filthy and you need a scrub, now hop inside that tub!”
    I grumble and I drag my feet, then peer down at the water.
    It’s fresh and clear and steaming warm…
    I hate it all the more.
    I dip my toe to test it out, then slip in to my knees.
    My dirty toes swirl round with brown, I muddy up the water.
    It’s not a bath…
    It’s now a grimy puddle! I start to splash with glee.
    I swim around and churn the dirt,
    I even add some bubbles.
    When mom comes in to take me out, I give a little shout!
    “I won’t get out. I’m here to stay!”
    “Your time is up.” She warns.
    I duck my head and start to pout, but then I see my fingers.
    They’re turning soft. They’re white as bones.
    The life’s drained out, and left them wrinkly!
    “I’m dead!” I cry. “I knew a bath would kill me!”

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      Patricia Finnegan said:
      October 4, 2022 at 8:56 am

      Hahaha – Love the unexpected, funny (yet dark) ending:-)

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:13 am

      Very cute! I love how when it’s more like a mud puddle the child loves it. 🙂

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      Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
      October 4, 2022 at 11:41 am

      Reminds me of my son when he was younger, he hated to take a bath and needed several reminders at then he didn’t want to leave. Like the line “I knew a bath would kill me!”, “life’s drained out…”, “your time is up…” subtext with double meaning.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 4, 2022 at 3:46 pm

      This is so cute! Great spooky ending!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 5, 2022 at 7:36 am

      I loved the ending!

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      Carren said:
      October 6, 2022 at 9:23 pm

      Haha! Love the humor in this and my children can totally relate 😀

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      melissakayvalente said:
      October 8, 2022 at 4:12 pm

      Brilliant! Smiled the whole way through!

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      mlyablonaolcom said:
      October 9, 2022 at 9:36 am

      Love the ending!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 1:42 pm

      Resistance is futile, little one. Just give in, the adults always win the bath war. @mowrex (Twitter)

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      danicara 333 said:
      October 18, 2022 at 4:00 pm

      Love this story!!

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      Melissa Chupp said:
      October 19, 2022 at 8:41 am

      Love the ending!

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    Natalie Lynn Tanner said:
    October 3, 2022 at 11:23 pm

    COUNT DOGULA
    ~Natalie Lynn Tanner

    The closet door creaked.
    Oscar twitched from nose to tail.
    He knew what was coming.

    His human, Tony,
    revealed Oscar’s newest costume.
    Tuxedo.
    Cape.
    Fangs!?!

    BEHOLD,
    COUNT DOGULA!

    Tony smiled.
    Oscar groaned.
    How could he say “no”?

    Tony yanked and pulled,
    this way and that,
    until Oscar felt like a stuffed vampire sausage.
    He looked ridiculous.

    But the cape won him over.

    He ZOOMED through the house,
    black silk rippling behind him.
    He was COUNT DOGULA,
    hunting for fresh blood—er,
    TREATS!

    Outside,
    lightning ZIGZAGGED across the Halloween night sky.
    Thunder RUMBLED.
    COUNT DOGULA’S tummy replied.
    He MUST have treats!
    He MUST have them NOW!

    All Tony saw was a FLASH of midnight black.
    Suddenly,
    he was on the floor.
    Something fury
    —something fury that HOWLED!—
    was on top of him,
    attacking him with . . .

    SLOBBERY KISSES!!!

    The captive laughed.
    The attacker stopped
    —but only when Tony’s hand revealed treats.

    Tony yanked and pulled,
    this way and that,
    finally releasing the real captive from his cursed costume.

    At least until next Halloween.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:18 am

      So cute, Natalie! I knew from the title I was going to love it.

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      Beth Holladay said:
      October 4, 2022 at 11:35 am

      This is so much fun! Great job.

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      Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
      October 4, 2022 at 11:49 am

      Love that Oscar “COUNT DOGULA” is tolerant enough to wear the costume and his reasoning is that the cape makes it okay. I bet that is how our pets feel when we dress them up “like stuffed…sausage” lol

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      Katie Schwartz said:
      October 4, 2022 at 1:25 pm

      Cute…scary…and sweet! Good job!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 4, 2022 at 1:44 pm

      I love Count Dogula! Cute story and fun to read!

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      Penelope McNally said:
      October 4, 2022 at 5:05 pm

      Count Dogula! I love it, and who doesn’t love a cape? Fun story.

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 5, 2022 at 7:40 am

      Loved this, Oscar felt like a stuffed vampire sausage.

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      Yolimari Garcia said:
      October 7, 2022 at 5:10 pm

      This story makes me smile! Good job!

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      mlyablonaolcom said:
      October 9, 2022 at 9:37 am

      So cute!

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      sunflowerscribe said:
      October 11, 2022 at 3:08 pm

      Aww, this is such a fun story! “Stuffed vampire sausage” — great imagery!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 1:49 pm

      The things we do to our poor pets. But they’re so CUTE! LOL! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Lisa Horn said:
    October 3, 2022 at 11:21 pm

    Bat-Dog

    All Ralph’s dog friends did special things. They did tricks, helped their owners, and got awards. His family loved him and that should have been enough, but Ralph really wanted to feel important.

    Ralph, tried to fly, but he couldn’t.
    He tried to leap tall buildings, but he couldn’t.
    He tried to do tricks, but all his dog friends laughed at him.
    “Why can’t I do something important?” Ralph asked himself every day.

    One Halloween, he put his Bat-costume on.
    “Where are you, Ralph?” Susie called out. “I need you!”
    “She needs ME??” Ralph couldn’t believe his ears. “Really, me?” he thought.

    “Where’s my Bat-Dog?” She called out. “Look at me!” [Art: She was wearing a Bat Girl costume].
    “Wow!” Ralph thought. “I wonder if this means what I think it does?”

    Ralph and Susie went trick-or-treating together! [Art: Dog friends watching from their houses.]
    “Look at me!” Ralph strutted along with Susie. “I’m important.”
    Every Halloween after that, Ralph put his Bat costume on and felt important

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:21 am

      Aww, I love Ralph! I would love to see this expanded and hear some of the dialogue between Ralph and his dog friends.

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        1mlp said:
        October 14, 2022 at 2:27 pm

        Thanks, Debbie, Me too. I was bound by the word count 😉 But I’m going to continue the story on my own.

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      Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
      October 4, 2022 at 11:52 am

      Awww I was cheering for Ralph…bet this concept would be a timely children’s title on the theme of significance or feeling important.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 4, 2022 at 1:42 pm

      This is adorable! Sweet Ralph!

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      Judy Sobanski said:
      October 5, 2022 at 1:06 pm

      Ralph is such a lovable character! I’m so glad he found a way to be special right alongside Susie!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 1:55 pm

      Everyone wants to feel needed. It’s great that Ralph found his purpose. 🙂 @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Megan Groh said:
    October 3, 2022 at 11:01 pm

    Veiled Reflections
    By Megan Groh

    No, no, no, nooo! One of the candles slid into the mirror frame. Carrying the obnoxious amount of candles balanced on the mirror was a precarious decision.

    “Really hope that wasn’t you Mom” I said, noticing the delicately painted ‘No’ on the candle’s edge. After four years of talking through the candles, the thought of Mom not wanting to talk anymore terrified me. The fleeting reflection incident left me apprehensive, but this Halloween I wanted to see her, not just talk.

    The candles encircled the mirror on her bedroom floor, ‘yes’, ‘no’, ‘I love you’, ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I don’t know’ closest to me. Tucked by my feet, a little box with all the questions I would’ve asked her over the past year.

    “Mom!” I yelled, letting the empty echo quiet before lighting the first candle. The flame sat dancing on ‘I love you’. A tight cold pulled at my shoulders and ribs. The flame popped.

    ‘Hugs’ lit up across the mirror.

    A tear escaped when I smiled, “I still miss you.”

    The flame jumped, ‘I’m sorry’ lit.

    “In August, did I see you in a reflection? Can I see you now?”

    The flame wobbled…

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:24 am

      So is that a yes??

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      Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
      October 4, 2022 at 11:56 am

      Love the message…eerie and reassuring at the same time.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 4, 2022 at 1:40 pm

      Such a sweet Halloween love story!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 2:00 pm

      I think we all wish we could communicate to our loved ones that are no longer with us. Suspense and heartfelt story all in one. Good work! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    claireflewis said:
    October 3, 2022 at 10:53 pm

    Evil Takes Flight

    by Claire Lewis (200 words; image #1 – glowing pumpkin-man with crows)

    In a dark, chilly field, where just hours earlier noisy families chose cheerful orange globes for their Halloween displays, an ancient evil rose from the depths and crawled up through the roots of three pumpkin vines. Soon, hidden beneath the smooth skin of three pumpkins – one large, one medium, one small – there began a fizzing, an unnaturally fast ripening, an audible squirming and festering. The medium pumpkin grew two nodules which erupted into thin stick-arms. With one arm it picked up the small pumpkin; with the other, it dragged itself over to the large pumpkin, hooked its stick-fingers into it and hauled itself up on top. Next, the stick-fingers punched eyeholes and a leering mouth into the small pumpkin and carefully positioned it to form a head. A sickly glow and a foul stench spread into the now strangely warm night air. The carrion-like reek did not go unnoticed. Crows flapped like tattered shrouds in the sky, then descended to pick at the rotting mulch with their sharp beaks. As they feasted, the pumpkins’ glow faded and was finally extinguished, only to shine out from each crow’s eyes as the evil took flight, up and away into the unsuspecting world.

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      Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
      October 3, 2022 at 11:23 pm

      wow “crows flapped like tattered shrouds” wonderfully creepy imagery!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:26 am

      Seriously creepy! I love the description of the crows – “like tattered shrouds.”

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 4, 2022 at 1:37 pm

      Wow! This is a great spooky Halloween story!

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      Judy Sobanski said:
      October 5, 2022 at 1:27 pm

      Great imagery and bravo on the creepiness! I loved, loved the last line! Well done!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 4:19 am

      Oh wow! This is creepy. Wonderful description, especially the last sentence. Good luck!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 2:03 pm

      I want to know what started this spookiness. Keep going! @mowrex (Twitter)

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        claireflewis said:
        October 16, 2022 at 6:41 pm

        I don’t know… it just sort of surfaced out of my nice, sweet, picture book writing and… mwa-ha-ha!!

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    janetkrauthamer said:
    October 3, 2022 at 10:41 pm

    The Shofar Calls
    by Janet Krauthamer

    Reflecting on the year that passed,
    admitting our mistakes.
    On Rosh Hashanah, we can mend
    the promises we break.

    The Shofar sounds its wake-up call,
    a deep and mighty blast.
    It tells us to look inward
    as symbolic stones are cast.

    Tekiah!

    We dance and sing on sacred ground,
    as summer turns to fall.
    The cantor softly strums guitar
    beneath a prayer shawl.

    Let’s dip the apples, sticky sweet.
    Eat Challah, warm and round.
    Sip grape juice- careful not to spill.
    The Shofar blares three sounds:

    Shevarim!

    We’ll strive to make the world we know
    more peaceful and complete.
    We’ll lend a hand or listening ear
    to strangers that we meet.

    The Shofar, polished to a sheen,
    plays nine bursts in a row,
    reminding us of where we’ve been
    and where we need to go.

    Teruah!

    With acts of kindness, we are asked
    to wipe the year’s slate clean.
    Act justly on the holidays,
    and all days in between.

    Tradition helps connect us to
    the future and the past.
    The Shofar blasts its final note.
    We count how long it lasts.

    Tekiah Gedolah!

    Shanah Tova! Happy New Year!
    May your days be filled with hope and cheer.

    Pronunciation Guide:

    Tekiah! (tuh-KEE-ah)
    Shevarim! (shih-vah-REEM)
    Teruah! (tih-ROO-ahh)
    Tekiah Gedolah! (tuh-KEE-ah gi-DOH-lah)
    Shanah Tova (sha-NAH to-VAH)

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:30 am

      I love this, Janet! What a lovely celebration.

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        Janet Krauthamer said:
        October 4, 2022 at 10:06 am

        Thank you, Debbie!

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      Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
      October 4, 2022 at 12:03 pm

      I like the metaphorical imagery of “mending” broken promises and “lending a hand or listening ear” and the cultural significance.

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        janetkrauthamer said:
        October 4, 2022 at 5:03 pm

        Thank you!!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 4, 2022 at 1:35 pm

      This is so beautiful, Janet! I love it!

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        Janet Krauthamer said:
        October 4, 2022 at 3:02 pm

        Thank you so much!

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      cinzialverde said:
      October 4, 2022 at 3:46 pm

      Lovely! As you say, such a nice connection to past and future. Love the pronunciation guide too!

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        janetkrauthamer said:
        October 4, 2022 at 4:59 pm

        Thanks very much!

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      Melanie Manzer Kyer said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:52 pm

      This is wonderful – so evocative!

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      Judy Sobanski said:
      October 5, 2022 at 1:35 pm

      This has such a lively, upbeat tone! I love how you used the Shofar throughout and how you explain, in excellent verse no less, the Jewish New Year terms!

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        janetkrauthamer said:
        October 5, 2022 at 2:30 pm

        Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment, Judy!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 2:10 pm

      What I love about the FWF entries that are religious or cultural is getting to learn something new. The pronunciations are a great addition to a wonderfully written work. Thank you! @mowrex (Twitter)

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      mlyablonaolcom said:
      October 17, 2022 at 6:09 pm

      Beautiful! You’ve captured the holiday perfectly 😊

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    Rosalba Ruíz Ramírez said:
    October 3, 2022 at 10:39 pm

    Reunion time
    By Rosalba Ruíz

    Eight-year-old Raul is so excited to see his cousins tonight.

    When it starts to get dark, he follows the path of marigolds that his family left for him to find his way to the gathering.

    He gets to the party just in time!

    Two grownups play the guitar. Another two sing along. Children run around and play. Candles flicker everywhere. Bunches of flowers surround them.
    It’s a little chilly, but the mood is warm.

    There’s Ricardo! There’s Julian! They’re eating the special bread.

    Raul sits next to them and savors the yummy smells.

    This party is for him. He dances and sings. He eats and he laughs.

    Though no one else can hear him, he thanks them and tells them he loves them.

    It’s time for him to go. He’ll be back for next year’s All Saints Day.

    He wonders why they also call the celebration Day of the Dead when he feels so alive.

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      Sarah Skolfield said:
      October 3, 2022 at 11:29 pm

      Oh, wow. Great job!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:31 am

      I did not see that coming. Nice job!

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      Penelope McNally said:
      October 4, 2022 at 5:09 pm

      Love the twist ending, nice job on this bittersweet story.

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      M.A. Cortez said:
      October 4, 2022 at 8:35 pm

      Great job! Love the little twist at end.

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      Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
      October 5, 2022 at 5:10 pm

      I can totally picture the scene from Raul’s perspective “follows the path of marigolds”…”candles flickering” “flowers surround them”

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      Carren said:
      October 6, 2022 at 9:25 pm

      Love that change in perspective!

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      seschipper said:
      October 10, 2022 at 11:01 pm

      Wow! Great twist at the end! 🙂

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 2:15 pm

      What a sweet story. Love this imagining of how the spirits find their way to their loved ones still among the living and how they feel during the celebration. @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Sarah Skolfield said:
    October 3, 2022 at 10:38 pm

    Haunted Path
    By Sarah Skolfield

    Chloe and her mummy friend, Mona, accidentally picked apples until sunset. Well, they picked apples on purpose, but they meant to go home earlier. So, it was accidental that they were still in the orchard as the sky darkened.
    Now, they had to go down the haunted path. After dark.
    Moonlight shifted through the treetops. Leaves crunched under their feet. No big deal.

    BLEEEHHH!

    Chloe almost jumped out of her skin. Mona almost jumped out of her wrappings.
    “A ghost!” said Chloe. “I’m afraid of ghosts.”
    “No, it’s a goat!” said Mona. “I’m afraid of goats.”

    BLEEEHHH!!

    “It will chew on me!” Mona tightened a loose piece of wrapping.
    “It will walk right through me!” Chloe shuddered as a breeze brushed by.
    Holding hands for bravery, they turned a corner and…

    BLEEEHHH!!!

    “A ghost!” screamed Chloe.
    “A goat!” screamed Mona.
    Ghost goat bleated and fell over.
    It didn’t look dangerous lying on its back, legs pointed toward the sky.
    “It fainted!” said Mona.
    “It’s a fainting goat ghost!” said Chloe.
    Mona offered ghost goat an apple, which disappeared.
    Now the path isn’t haunted anymore. Mona and Chloe visit often and always bring a treat.

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      Rosalba Ruíz Ramírez said:
      October 3, 2022 at 10:41 pm

      Ohhh, I loved it! So cute!

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      Hollie Wolverton said:
      October 4, 2022 at 8:55 am

      Heh, heh, heh! Nice job, Sarah! Love the goat ghost!!

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      Debbie LAustin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:40 am

      This is really cute. I love the suspense at the beginning and then the fainting ghost goat breaks the tension, Nice job!

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      Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
      October 4, 2022 at 12:10 pm

      Love the creativity and imagination on a “ghost goat”…I thought it was going to simply be a goat until the last section when it really was ghost…satisfying ending.

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      Melanie Manzer Kyer said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:02 pm

      Cute! Nice story arc in such a tight space. Just the right amount of spooky! 🙂

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 5, 2022 at 7:49 am

      Cute and funny. “It’s a fainting goat ghost!” Well done!

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      KarynCurtis said:
      October 12, 2022 at 5:29 pm

      Hilarious!

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      Jessica Reed said:
      October 13, 2022 at 2:38 pm

      This is so funny!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 2:30 pm

      Haha! I’ve got to read this to my husband, he loves all things goats, fainting goats, baby pygmy goats, all of it! Great story and I’m glad Mona didn’t get eaten. @mowrex (Twitter)

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    flinn321 said:
    October 3, 2022 at 9:43 pm

    Ooey, Gooey, Sticky Sweet
    By Amanda Flinn

    Juicy apples in a tree
    Fill a bag for you and me
    Take ‘em home to wash and dry
    Pluck the stems and watch ‘em fly.

    Line up apples, grab a stick
    Stab and jab ‘em, fast and quick
    Parchment paper, cookie sheet
    Unwrap candy, crank the heat.

    Melt the caramel, add the milk
    Stir until it’s smooth like silk
    Set to simmer, then we dip
    Twirling, swirling – drip! drip! drip!

    Grab the sprinkles, shake ‘em out
    Dip in nuts or go without
    Chocolate drizzle, dark or white
    Almost ready for a bite.

    Ten more minutes, watch the clock
    Have mom grab a carving block
    Ooey, gooey, sticky, sweet
    Caramel apples can’t be beat!

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      Megan Groh said:
      October 3, 2022 at 11:12 pm

      This is stinking cute!

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      thenookon32 said:
      October 4, 2022 at 3:10 am

      Cute! The only line I got tripped up on was “stir unitl it’s smooth like silk.” Perhaps consider “stir til smooth like liquid silk.” Great job and catchy rhythm 🙂

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:41 am

      Love this! Makes me want to make caramel apples!

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      Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
      October 4, 2022 at 12:14 pm

      makes me want to make caramel apples…great job on the rhyme…my favorite line and part in the process other than eating them is “Twirling, swirling – drip! drip! drip!”

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 5, 2022 at 7:53 am

      Now I’m craving for candied apples.

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      Lisa Morlock said:
      October 5, 2022 at 8:19 am

      Great rhymes and meter–so much fun!

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      Sarah Skolfield said:
      October 5, 2022 at 10:41 pm

      Now I’m hungry!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 2:35 pm

      I am so hungry and this isn’t helping at ALL! Haha! Fantastic work! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    cinzialverde said:
    October 3, 2022 at 9:15 pm

    WHAT A FRIEND
    By Cindy Greene
    (Inspired by photo #7: Diwali- Credit: Nandu Menon for Unsplash)

    Luca leapt when Riaan invited him to the Diwali celebration. He know this was important, and couldn’t wait to go.

    Now the drums pounded.
    The dancers twirled.
    The colors swirled.
    It was even better than Luca imagined.

    But as one group performed,
    the ball in Luca’s hands slipped,
    slid,
    and skidded into the dancers.

    Oh no!

    A dancer tripped,
    Arms flailed,
    Another ducked
    Luca paled…

    …and dove under a nearby table to hide. He hugged his legs.
    His tears flowed.
    He had ruined everything!

    “Luca!”
    Riaan was looking for him.
    Thump, thump!
    Luca’s heart pounded and he squeezed his legs tighter.
    “Luca!”
    Thump, thump!
    Wait – that pounding came from the drums, not his heart.
    Luca peered out. The dancers were still dancing!

    Luca could see Riaan’s shoes were running, searching, darting. Not facing the performers.
    Luca knew he had to come out.

    “I’m sorry,” said Luca, “for ruining the performance – and your time.”
    “You didn’t ruin anything,” said Riaan. “Accidents happen. Did I ever tell you about accidentally setting my napkin on fire at my cousin’s birthday? Now that caused some funny dancing!”
    What a friend for making light of the situation, thought Luca.
    The boys giggled and hugged.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:43 am

      Aw, sweet friendship story! Nice!

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        cinzialverde said:
        October 4, 2022 at 3:46 pm

        Thanks!

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      Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
      October 4, 2022 at 12:20 pm

      Riaan is so gracious what a great friend for Luca. I can picture all the chaos caused by the ball that slipped out and Luca’s anxiety.

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        cinzialverde said:
        October 4, 2022 at 3:47 pm

        Thank you!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 10:36 am

      Lovely! Did I ever tell you about accidentally setting my napkin on fire at my cousin’s birthday? Now that caused some funny dancing!” The real meaning of friendship.

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        cinzialverde said:
        October 18, 2022 at 2:05 pm

        Thank you so much!

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      Emma Fischer said:
      October 11, 2022 at 9:18 pm

      You’re writing is so incredible! It drew me right in (or should I say “write in”) and I love how wholesome the ending is. ❤

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        cinzialverde said:
        October 18, 2022 at 2:05 pm

        That’s so nice of you to say. Thanks!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 2:39 pm

      What a friend to set his mind at ease. No big deal. Nothing to see here! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Nicholas North said:
    October 3, 2022 at 9:09 pm

    44 Hallow Hill Road

    “It’s Halloween!” I leaped and screamed as I hurried down the hall,
    I’ve waited all year to conquer my fear of the spookiest house of all
    Hair-raising books, scary movies galore to prepare me for tonight,
    I’ll walk up the hill to house 44, the location of Dracula’s ball.

    Legend would tell of the moonlit spell cast centuries ago,
    On Halloween night, the masters of fright gather from every shadow
    Trick-or-treaters beware, you’re in for a scare if you take one step through the gate,
    You still have a chance, best turn around now, run – don’t walk, go home!

    Enough is enough of this silly house, I’ve trained for this all year,
    But as I approached, I locked eyes with a ghost, trembling with fear
    Cobwebs glistened in lantern lights, hung on corroded gates,
    I took one step down the cobbled path; an eerie howl filled the air.

    “What’s so scary?” I said to myself, goosebumps down to my toes,
    Thoughts of zombies slurping my brain, like noodles through my nose!
    A shadow grew larger as I arrived at the door, a monster emerged from the fog,
    It wasn’t a witch, zombie or ghost, it was Dracula’s chubby pug dog!

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      cinzialverde said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:16 pm

      Nice surprise ending! Very cute.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:45 am

      I love the buildup of anticipation and then it’s the dog!

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        Nicholas North said:
        October 9, 2022 at 10:03 am

        🙂 thank you so much, Debbie!

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      Eric Herrington (@escherrington) said:
      October 5, 2022 at 5:21 pm

      Enjoyed the detailed imagery “show not tell” – “cobwebs glistened in lantern lights, hung on corroded gates”. Fun ending. I may have turned around at the warning…”you’re in for a scare if you take one step through the gate”…lol.

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        Nicholas North said:
        October 9, 2022 at 10:03 am

        Lol! Thank you so much, Eric!

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      Nicholas North said:
      October 9, 2022 at 10:02 am

      Thank you so much cinzialverde!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 16, 2022 at 2:43 pm

      If Dracula has a pug, how bad can he really be? Seems like a pushover! It’ll be fine, totally fine… @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Carren said:
    October 3, 2022 at 8:41 pm

    A Mooncake for Diwali
    Carren Jao

    “Let me show you something beautiful,” said Priya to her friend, Lily.

    “What is it?”

    “It’s magic!” said Priya, “But I need your help.”

    “What should I do?”

    “Take this bag of colored sand and pour it on the floor.”

    While Lily poured, Priya came around behind her, shaping this way and that. Priya soon gave Lily another bag, and then another.

    As the two girls worked, rainbow colored swirls took shape on the floor. The swirls then became petals that turned into flowers. Soon it was complete.

    “What is it?” asked Lily.

    “It’s a rangoli. My family makes it for Diwali, the festival of lights,” said Priya. “This is for good luck.”

    “Now it’s my turn to show you some magic,” said Lily, as she gently took a pastry out of her backpack.

    “What’s that?”

    “It’s a mooncake. My mama makes it especially for this time of year to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival.”

    “See that?” Lily pointed to the top of the mooncake, whose crust was decorated with swirls.

    Priya’s eyes grew wide. “Just like our rangoli!”

    “Yes, it’s beautiful,” said Lily, as she split the mooncake in two. “Now, it’s my turn to share with you.”

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      Aimee Lauren said:
      October 3, 2022 at 8:43 pm

      This is gorgeous! Nice work!

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        Carren said:
        October 6, 2022 at 9:19 pm

        Thank you so much! It’s so wonderful to read these words 🙂

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      cinzialverde said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:17 pm

      Love this story – the sharing and drawing parallels is great.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:49 am

      What a sweet friendship story. I love the sharing of cultures.

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        Carren said:
        October 6, 2022 at 9:20 pm

        Thank you so much for homing in on that. I agree, I love it when people are able to meet on common ground. I appreciate that you saw that as well! ❤

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 8:45 am

      I love stories of friendship and sharing. Beautiful imagery as well. 🙂 @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Julie said:
    October 3, 2022 at 8:32 pm

    THE CROW
    By Julie Angeli
    A crow picked at a dead possum by the light of the moon, while I waited for my friend Amanda at the sleepy corner of Berkshire and Bradford. The wind gnawed at my cheeks and sent leaves crackling as they blew past the sewer drain.

    Amanda was late, as usual. She’d blame her stepbrother Joey, who her parents had dumped on her for the night. Joey had a speech impediment and a slow gait. Amanda constantly tried to hurry him up while struggling to understand his words.

    The wind picked up, but the crow stayed near, now perched on a mailbox – waiting for the next dead thing. I walked down Bradford, in the direction of Amanda’s house. The crow flew ahead, his squawks echoing through the night. I thought I saw Amanda’s yellow baseball cap in the distance.

    The putrid smell of mold and dead leaves filled the air. I held my breath. The figure came closer, but it wasn’t Amanda. It was her brother wearing her cap. He grunted and flicked a piece of dead skin off his nose. Then he ambled toward me, dragging his back leg, while the crow landed on his shoulder, ready to dine.

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      Heather Meloche said:
      October 3, 2022 at 10:32 pm

      Great story!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:52 am

      Creepy crow! And brother. What happened to Amanda??

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        Julie said:
        October 4, 2022 at 2:34 pm

        Good question! I figured the reader could use their imagination. I’m thinking that Joey got her.

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 5, 2022 at 8:02 am

      I got goosebumps.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 8:51 am

      What. Happened. I need to know! You can’t just leave us hanging like this. It’s not nice. Not nice at all. @mowrex (Twitter)

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    LM Kieser said:
    October 3, 2022 at 8:25 pm

    The A-maze-zing Lulu
    “See you at the exit!” Lulu’s parents called as their children started the fall festival’s great jack-o-lantern maze.
    Lulu was the youngest in her family, the shortest, always trailing her sister and brothers.
    “Are you scared, little Lulu?” her sister teased.
    “No!” But she wasn’t sure.
    In daylight the tall walls of bright orange pumpkins smiled happily at her.
    But now the hundreds of jack-o-lanterns glowed around her. Their toothy grins looked hungry. She stared and fiery eyes stared back.
    Lulu realized she was alone.
    And scared.
    She wished she’d never come to this maze!
    But then Lulu heard crying. She hurried and found Sammy, her little neighbor, alone and scared. “I can’t find my mommy,” he wailed.
    Sometimes Sammy ran off and got lost.
    “The pumpkins are scary, Lulu!”
    With a big breath, Lulu summoned her courage. She couldn’t let the pumpkin faces scare her. She had to be brave for Sammy.
    She told him, “The pumpkins will light our way” and held his hand. She led them through the maze’s twists and turns.
    At the exit Sammy’s worried mother scooped him up.
    Lulu’s whole family watched as Sammy declared, “Lulu is my hero!”
    Lulu’s face glowed with pride.

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      Aimee Lauren said:
      October 3, 2022 at 8:44 pm

      Aww, what a great ending!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:55 am

      Lulu’s my hero! Overcoming her fear to help Sammy find his way. Nice!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 5:09 am

      Lovely story about courage, frienship and overcoming ones fear.

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    EmilyKeifer said:
    October 3, 2022 at 7:55 pm

    REVENGE (image #4)
    By Emily Keifer

    Someone had ripped her friends from the patch. And Jacquelanne was going to do something about it.

    When the black curtain of night drew down from the sky, she scavenged for a sharp rock and began to carve. The caverns of her freshly scraped features were caked with dirt and freckled with seeds.

    Jacquelanne cloaked herself in a forgotten sweatshirt and replaced herself upon the scarecrow’s body.

    A handful of leaves were set ablaze inside her skull.
    Her stringy innards cast eerie shadows behind her eyes and mouth.

    She was ready to avenge her friends.

    Jacquelanne lurched towards town, straw feet scratching and scraping the pavement.

    A shaky voice behind her choked out, “wh-whoooo are y-you?”

    She wedged a spare strand of straw into her skull to invigorate the fiery glow in her eyes,
    “I’m Tern. Jacquelanne Tern. And I’m here for revenge.”

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      Aimee Lauren said:
      October 3, 2022 at 8:44 pm

      Yessss, love a vengeful ending!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:56 am

      I love the name! What a great mix of scary and funny!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 5:12 am

      When the black curtain of night drew down from the sky. Finally a female lantern. Original. Good luck!

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        EmilyKeifer said:
        October 8, 2022 at 8:01 am

        Thank you ❤️

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 8:54 am

      I’m glad they aren’t all this angry or we’d be in trouble with a capital T. LOL! Fun work! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Patricia Finnegan said:
    October 3, 2022 at 7:20 pm

    FLIP-FLOP-A-FLUB (Image #2)
    by
    Pat Finnegan

    Rub-a-dub-dub,
    My bones rest in this tub,
    And who do you think I see?
    A witch with a wand,
    Chanting, “Bone-Man, be gone!”
    Shake-shaking her broomstick at me.

    Shake-a-shake-shake,
    My bones quiver and quake,
    And who do you think I see?
    A ghost covered with goo,
    Shouting, “One, two, three, BOO!
    Shock-shocking that witchy and me.

    Flip-flop-a-flub,
    Three ghouls fall in the tub,
    And who do you think we be?
    A shocker, a shaker,
    A bony bath-taker,
    Scrub-scrubbing each other, we three!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:58 am

      What a fun take on 3 men in a tub! Nice job!

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        Patricia Finnegan said:
        October 4, 2022 at 6:03 pm

        I’m glad you enjoyed my story, Debbie. Thank you for taking the time to write a comment.

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      Beth Holladay said:
      October 4, 2022 at 2:21 pm

      Very cute and clever!

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        Patricia Finnegan said:
        October 4, 2022 at 2:25 pm

        Many thanks for taking the time to comment on my story and for your kind remarks:-)

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      sslee1 said:
      October 4, 2022 at 5:38 pm

      spooky, fun and catchy!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 5:13 am

      This is so much fun. Reminds me of three men in a tub.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 8, 2022 at 2:33 pm

      So, so clever! Love this spin on an oldie, but a goodie!

      @mowrex (Twitter)

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        Patricia Finnegan said:
        October 8, 2022 at 4:16 pm

        I’m glad you enjoyed it, AND many thanks for taking the time to comment:-)

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          wordwritermo said:
          October 8, 2022 at 5:23 pm

          You’re welcome! It’s my favorite part of Fall Writing Frenzy…the support! Sharing and getting to see what everyone comes up with is great!

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      seschipper said:
      October 10, 2022 at 11:03 pm

      Love your version of the old rhyme! 🙂

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        Patricia Finnegan said:
        October 11, 2022 at 9:55 am

        Glad you enjoyed my Halloween version of the Three Men in a Tub, and many thanks for taking the time to read and comment

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    Emma Fischer said:
    October 3, 2022 at 7:18 pm

    The Advantage of Dead Friends

    Jasmine stretched metal wire between her fingers, attaching a bleached white humerus to a scapula.
    “What are you doing?”
    Jasmine recognized the voice of her best friend—and the judgment that dripped from his words. She turned around, glaring at him. “I’m assembling a skeleton.” She jerked on the string, and the bones in the skeleton’s left arm lifted in the air in a half-hearted wave.
    Nicholas stepped closer, his feet crunching over the dead grass of her yard. “Why…?”
    “It’s for Halloween.”
    Nicholas’ brow furrowed. “What’s—”
    Jasmine explained the holiday, her annoyance easing as she remembered that Nicholas was one, dead, and two, from another dimension.
    “You humans are weird,” he said, but he grabbed a spool of wire and crouched on the other side of the skeleton. He picked up the phalanges, which Jasmine hadn’t bothered with yet since she thought putting them together would be a hassle, and began to tie each of the little bones to the tiny carpal joints.
    “Hey, Jasmine,” Nicholas began.
    “Yes?”
    Nicholas cocked his head, pressing his lips into a flat line. “This is a real skeleton, isn’t it?”
    Guilt swirled in her stomach. “It is…”
    “This is my skeleton, isn’t it?”

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      Emma Fischer said:
      October 3, 2022 at 7:24 pm

      Don’t know if I need to say it but this is based on image 2 of the skeleton.

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      Julie said:
      October 3, 2022 at 8:44 pm

      Love the ending!

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      seschipper said:
      October 3, 2022 at 10:42 pm

      Great ending!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 4, 2022 at 10:00 am

      Whoa, I did not see that coming!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 5:16 am

      What a great ending!

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      Katie Schwartz said:
      November 1, 2022 at 12:54 pm

      Love the touch of creepiness, which really comes through at the end! Great job!

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    Linda Bozzo said:
    October 3, 2022 at 7:07 pm

    Halloween- Credit: Sarah Pflug for Burst

    FOUR DOGGIE VAMPIRES (91 words)
    One plumpy pumpkin
    Returned from the store,
    Before two stinky monsters
    Knocked on the door.
    After three silly skeletons
    Suddenly dropped in . . .
    While four doggie vampires
    Played four violins.
    Then five flying bats
    Flew in for some fun
    Just in time to get the job done.
    DING DONG
    The ghosts and goblins arrived at six.
    The guests were all busy practicing their tricks.
    Boo!
    Though everyone traveled a very long way
    Pumpkin finally had to tell them . . .
    “You have the wrong day!”

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      carriekarnesfannin2 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 7:18 pm

      This is so cute!! I liked the twist at the end.

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      Emma Fischer said:
      October 4, 2022 at 11:25 am

      I love this so much! I think the alliteration and assonance in particular is spectacular but not overwhelming. Good job!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:26 am

      What a fun Halloween-themed counting story!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 5:19 am

      A fun concept Halloween book for toddlers, IMO.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 9:12 am

      Maybe the wrong day, but it’s great practice for the RIGHT day. Silver lining! What fun to do it twice. @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Judy Sobanski said:
    October 3, 2022 at 4:41 pm

    TUB TUSSLE (Image # 2)
    By Judy Sobanski

    Clean Pete moseyed into Dodge
    in search of a bath and some grub.
    “I want a steak and a slice of cake
    and a three-hour soak in a tub.”

    But Pete didn’t count on Dirty Doug
    to be wantin’ a soak of his own,
    to soothe his left big, dirty toe
    with the nail that was deep ingrown.

    That thar toe was a achin’ Doug
    since he crossed the Rio Grande.
    Good thing he had his trusty horse
    cause Doug could hardly stand.

    Pete marched into the barbershop
    the same time Doug limped in.
    “I want a bath,” both men said.
    “With bubbles— up to my chin.”

    The barber sniffed at Pete and Doug
    to see who smelled the worst.
    “I ain’t got but one small tub.
    So, who’s a goin’ first?”

    “It’s clear this tub ain’t big enough
    for both of us,” said Pete.
    That could only mean one thing—
    a duel out on the street.

    Folks say it twern’t no contest.
    Clean quickly outdrew Dirt.
    Dirty’s mind was plum streamlined
    on how his toenail hurt.

    Clean Pete finally took his bath
    and finished off his grub.
    “I couldn’t let that Dirty Doug
    leave a ring around this tub!”

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      carriekarnesfannin2 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 7:21 pm

      The VOICE in this story is fabulous. And the details like this–> “to soothe his left big, dirty toe with the nail that was deep ingrown.”–so well done. Good luck!

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        Judy Sobanski said:
        October 3, 2022 at 8:28 pm

        Thank you, Carrie!

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        wordwritermo said:
        October 17, 2022 at 9:16 am

        This was my favorite part too, although the whole thing was so, so fun! Loved it, Judy. Good job and good luck! @mowrex (Twitter)

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      Nicolette Nuytten said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:32 pm

      This rules! Love it.

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        Judy Sobanski said:
        October 3, 2022 at 10:16 pm

        Thanks so much, Nicolette!

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      Lisa Morlock said:
      October 5, 2022 at 8:22 am

      Such great details and voice!

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        Judy Sobanski said:
        October 5, 2022 at 12:49 pm

        Thank you, Lisa!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:29 am

      Fantastic! Love this wild west duel. “This tub ain’t big enough for both of us. ” Hilarious and fun!

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        Judy Sobanski said:
        October 5, 2022 at 12:50 pm

        Aw, thanks so much, Debbie!

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      claireflewis said:
      October 6, 2022 at 7:40 pm

      Love the voice and the humour! Lots of great lines, e.g. ‘The barber sniffed at Pete and Doug to see who smelled the worst’!

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        Judy Sobanski said:
        October 7, 2022 at 4:01 pm

        Thank you, Claire!

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        Melissa Chupp said:
        October 19, 2022 at 8:51 am

        Love the voice and this line!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 5:25 am

      I can relate to this. “I couldn’t let that Dirty Doug
      leave a ring around this tub!” We were three sisters that had our baths on Saturdays in the same tub. We always fought to be the first one to have their bath. The last one in had to scrub the tub. Great voice!

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      1mlp said:
      October 14, 2022 at 2:29 pm

      Love your characters!

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        Judy Sobanski said:
        October 17, 2022 at 12:43 pm

        Thank you so much!

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    Heidi McFadzean said:
    October 3, 2022 at 3:57 pm

    Forever Moments
    by Heidi McFadzean
    200 words
    “Are we there yet?” the boy asks his mother as they travel through the day.
    “No, my love,” she replies. “The road is long, and we’ve far to go before the end.”
    “Oh, Mom, the road looks like forever! We’ll never get to Grandma’s house.”
    “Forever is such a wonderful thing!” she says.
    “Forever to crunch the autumn leaves.”
    “Forever to search for treasure among the tree roots.”
    “Forever to meet the furry creatures peeking at us from the branches high above.”
    “And forever away from Grandma!” he frowns. “Who will eat her cookies if we take forever?”
    “Don’t worry. Grandma’s cookies are magical – they will be fresh whenever we get there. This journey is magical too. It’s a forever journey made up of millions of magical moments.”
    “A moment to hold hands.”
    “A moment to be a knight on the rocks, defending the castle.”
    “A moment to listen to the stories the wind whispers through the leaves.”
    With a glint in his eye, the boy joins in. “A moment for me to hide in the giant trees, and forever for you to find me!”
    She smiles, “A moment for me to hold you, forever for me to love you.”

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      AZ Millarhouse said:
      October 3, 2022 at 4:16 pm

      What a sweet (and relatable) parent-child scene packed with beautiful fall imagery!

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      Aimee Lauren said:
      October 3, 2022 at 6:43 pm

      Love the imagery and sweet ending!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:31 am

      This gave me all the mom feels. Beautiful!

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      Carren said:
      October 6, 2022 at 9:28 pm

      Aw, what a beautiful tender moment 🙂

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 10:59 am

      I have a grandchild and I loved this. It reminds me of the time I spend with him in the wilderness.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 9:21 am

      This whole scene is poignant and breathtaking. Nice job here! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Liz Gill said:
    October 3, 2022 at 3:09 pm

    [Posted yesterday morning but it didn’t appear. Sorry if this posts twice]
    The Skeleton’s Curse
    By Elizabeth Gill

    One high noon in the desert, my throat became dry.
    My companions and I found a tavern to try.
    We were greeted at once with a spine-tingling scene,
    A man perched in a tub – and his bones were picked clean.
    No one could tell us when we asked them where
    The skeleton came from. “He’s always been there.”
    “He’s not even real,” said a man in the bar.
    Then he grabbed a few coins from the tender’s tip jar.
    He tried tossing them into the skeleton’s maw.
    Some clinked off the forehead, some plinked off the jaw.
    “It’s good luck if you get in the mouth or the eyes.”
    But another man cautioned, “That isn’t too wise.”
    He spoke of the skeleton’s life in the past,
    Of a murder he’d suffered, and a curse that he’d cast:
    “All who dare to disturb me while I’m in my bath
    Will then suffer the pain of my eternal wrath.”
    The looks on my friends’ faces were turning to dread
    As we pondered our roles in provoking the dead.
    We lit off toward the road knowing nothing is worse
    Than a tub-murdered, penny-plinked skeleton’s curse.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:33 am

      The last line is the BEST!

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      Judy Sobanski said:
      October 5, 2022 at 2:04 pm

      So clever! I love the mystery and the curse all in one story!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 11:02 am

      This reminds me of movies with Indiana Jones. The eternal curse. Oh dear! Good Luck!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 9:24 am

      It doesn’t seem like a good idea to mess with a skeleton if you don’t know its past. Better leave it alone! Well done! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Kris DeCaro said:
    October 3, 2022 at 3:04 pm

    You Stew by Kris DeCaro (a tribute to Shel Silverstein and a reply to his poem Me Stew)

    Stomachs were grumbling and rumbling
    They all needed something to chew
    And so you offered kindly
    To be served up for our crew.
    I tried to switch to tacos
    And said spaghetti was the best
    But everyone agreed
    that you smelled better than all the rest.
    And so we all were satisfied
    Having had something to munch
    Though I’m worried now it’s almost noon…
    Who will be for lunch?

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      Aimee Lauren said:
      October 3, 2022 at 6:15 pm

      Love the rhyme and the ending!

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      carriekarnesfannin2 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 7:22 pm

      LOL. Oh, this made me giggle.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:48 pm

      Cute, clever, and a fun read!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:36 am

      Who indeed! Very cute with just a dash of creepy.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 9:27 am

      I love, love, love this! Hopefully they have enough leftover for lunch and don’t need another sacrifice so soon. Haha! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Ricardo Aguilar said:
    October 3, 2022 at 3:03 pm

    The Pumpkin Carver

    Come pumkids, gather around the campfire.

    “Are we making s’mores?”

    “No, Ralf, it’s story time… Long ago, there was a carpenter scarecrow who lived in these woods. He carved terrific things made of wood but was terrible at being scary. He was so bad that he couldn’t even scare a baby carrot. But one day, he started carving other things.”

    “Things like what?”

    “Like Pumpkins, little Sue….”

    “What! That’s unpumpkin believable!”

    “You bet your top-heavy head it is. At first, the scarecrow wasn’t very good, but he practiced… a lot. And eventually, his collection grew so much that he made a secret cabin in these very woods.”

    “Wait, how is the cabin a secret if pumpkins know where it’s at?”

    “Obviously, at least one got away… As I was saying, it’s been a while since he has been seen, and his STILL secret cabin has never been found. Some even say his ghost still adds to his gruesome collection, but no one knows for sure. Just the same, we never say his name, The Pumpkin Carver! Or the next pumpkin he adds to his collection… will… be… yours….”

    “Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

    “Now, who wants a s’more?”

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      katherineadlam said:
      October 3, 2022 at 3:39 pm

      Cute story.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:47 pm

      Adorable with a side of spooky!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:40 am

      Love this fun take on a spooky campfire story!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 11:08 am

      I don’t want s’mores, thank you! I wonder why our tutors at summer camp always narrated scary stories? Good luck with this!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 1:03 pm

      I love the idea of pumpkins telling ghost stories around a campfire and eating smores. Good one! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Jamie Donahoe said:
    October 3, 2022 at 2:53 pm

    Lydia wasn’t kidding when she said WordPress comments could be finicky – I have tried to like and reply to posts and it’s just not letting me. I am not here to whine, simply want to let people know I am reading and enjoying the entries and would comment/like if I could!

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      Jill Purtee (P. J.) said:
      October 4, 2022 at 10:38 am

      I had the same problem (and wanted to let writers know I enjoyed their entries). I’m not sure about this, but I found if I logged in to WordPress BEFORE my comment, it worked for the entries in the comment section anyway. I had the most difficulty trying to comment on writer’s blogs.

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    rswolff1 said:
    October 3, 2022 at 2:18 pm

    A Stack of Jacks
    By Russell Wolff

    Jacks sat stacked some seven shelves high,
    crowded together, wondering why.

    “Um, some room please?”
    “Careful there!”
    “Hey, watch it, my bro!”
    “Gonna sneeze—”
    “Don’t you dare!”
    “You’ll put out my glow!”

    Shimmying for space under a broken streetlight,
    it seemed they were in for a long cranky night.

    “Someone read us a story.”
    “Great idea!”
    “Yeah, I’m bored.”
    “And make it real gory!”
    “Like zombie tortillas!”
    “Oh, put a lid on it, you gourd!”

    “Oh yeah? Come and make me!”
    “OOH, so tough!”
    “Pumpkin, please.”
    “Your mother’s a zucchini!”
    “That’s enough!”
    “Yeah, well…go play in a breeze!”

    Each snub, gibe, and jeer brewed more troubles and dangers
    when ‘round the alley staggered up three monstrous strangers.

    Who were these ghastly (if shortish) dread merchants of death?

    The jacks held their breath.

    They kept silent and breathless, frozen to their core.
    But that sneeze long held in couldn’t be held anymore.

    (And out blew snotty innards galore.)

    AAAAAHPLEWWWW!!!

    Have ghouls ever run faster, ever come as unstitched?
    Now the jacks came together, so excited they twitched.

    “Let’s do this. You ready?”
    Piercing eyes
    Like icepicks
    “Here they come, everyone steady.”
    No treats from these guys

    Just tricks.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:45 pm

      Hilarious and fun!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:43 am

      Such funny dialogue between the pumpkins!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 11:12 am

      But that sneeze long held in couldn’t be held anymore.

      (And out blew snotty innards galore.)

      AAAAAHPLEWWWW!!! Awesome, funny and gross, but kids will love it.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 1:12 pm

      Snotty, FLAMING innards, if they really try! Hooray what fun your entry is! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Janelle Higdon said:
    October 3, 2022 at 2:01 pm

    If You Give Your Brain An Apple
    (board book)
    By Janelle Higdon

    If you give your brain an apple,
    It will start up like a car.

    If you give your brain an apple,
    You can go very far.

    As the engine spins, the smarts will start.
    And the beat will grow inside your heart.

    If you give your brain an apple,
    You may even start to count.

    If you give your brain an apple,
    You’ll name your colors without a doubt!

    If you give your brain an apple,
    Your brain will pass the message on.

    If you give your brain an apple,
    Your whole body will be strong.

    It will fight those germs you touched today,
    And send the sickness on its way.

    If you give a brain an apple,
    It will tell your tummy what to do.

    And when your tummy’s done with food…
    Well, the apple will help that too.

    If you give your brain an apple,
    It will really feel its best.

    And when the apple has done its job.
    Your brain will have a rest.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:42 pm

      This is adorable!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:45 am

      Such a cute expansion on “an apple a day.” I can just hear kids making up more “if you give your brain an apple…” endings.

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 11:14 am

      Yes, indeed. An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 1:16 pm

      An apple goes full circle! Great job for curious little ones. @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Marianna Sacra said:
    October 3, 2022 at 1:47 pm

    ONCE WERE GREEN
    by Marianna Sacra
    (200 w)

    Do you remember when life began? You held on to me, and I to you, the greenest leaf around.
    “You’re everything,” I said. Oh how green I was!

    On days that felt forever, I soaked up the sun and gobbled down the rain, catching up to my leafy peers. We shook off our morning dew and waltzed with the wind to the bluebirds’ squeaky ballads.
    “Will we always be?” I asked.
    “Time is but a whisper,” you said.

    As the days grew endless, we lived all of life. Sun and rain hugged and made rainbows. Creatures large and little crawled by for hellos. Happiness hopped by at every turn.

    By the time my green faded, I knew.
    I knew it from squirrels who zoomed by with cheeks full of treasure. I knew it from thirsty butterflies flippity-flapping their final flaps. I knew it from you.

    “It’s time,” I said, holding on tighter than ever.
    One by one, everyone had rained, hailed, flown off into the unknown.
    Yet you still tugged me tightly and I you, the reddest leaf around.
    The snowflakes made us kiss, and you whispered, “It’s time,” as we twirled into two. For your leaf to feed you.

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      cinzialverde said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:52 pm

      The ending is so beautiful! And I loved your descriptions of the animal, especailly the bluebirds’ squeaky ballads.

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        Marianna Sacra said:
        October 3, 2022 at 3:12 pm

        Thank you so much for your kind comment, Cinzia 🙂

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:40 pm

      Beautiful and sweet! Great imagery!

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        mariannasacra said:
        October 18, 2022 at 1:56 pm

        How kind of you to say! Thank you ❤

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:48 am

      This is so sweet and beautiful. I love the line “waltzed with the wind.”

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        mariannasacra said:
        October 18, 2022 at 1:57 pm

        It’s hard not to dance with the wind 🙂

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 11:23 am

      For your leaf to feed you? I wonder if you meant that the leaves will contribute extra organic matter, improving the soil’s structure. Beautiful story about deciduous trees.

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        mariannasacra said:
        October 18, 2022 at 1:59 pm

        That’s precisely what I meant. I’m glad to know it wasn’t all too abstract 🙂

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      melissakayvalente said:
      October 8, 2022 at 4:21 pm

      love this – such beautiful lyricism.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 1:20 pm

      I love the alliteration of “creatures large and little…” Such nice language choices. @mowrex (Twitter)

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        mariannasacra said:
        October 18, 2022 at 2:01 pm

        Thank you for your lovely comment! I found you on Twitter 🙂

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    Susan Schwartz Twiggs said:
    October 3, 2022 at 1:27 pm

    Halloween Handiwork

    In Farmer Jon’s field a murder of crows
    eyes golden orbs lying askew.
    Rising out of the remains,
    a tower of pumpkins.
    The crows set to work—
    heads bob as they peck.
    One carves the eyes,
    another the nose.
    Two carve the upturn of the smile.
    They land on the field,
    chests puffed out,
    cawing congratulations.

    Susan Twiggs
    Inspired by the photo #1 Halloween by Samantha Hurley

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:37 pm

      This is great! Love the group effort!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:50 am

      Pumpkin carving crows cawing congratulations. Love it!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 1:24 pm

      Well, of course crows are crowing about their work. Haha! Good job! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    jillburns7 said:
    October 3, 2022 at 12:37 pm

    Love all the beautiful fall imagery! Also the cozy roaring fire scene! Great fall story!

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    Debbie Sanders said:
    October 3, 2022 at 11:35 am

    A Crisp Autumn Ride
    By Debbie Sanders
    Image 13 (Fall by John Mccann)

    Marigold plodded the wooded path with a steady rhythm. Clip. Crunch. Clop. Crunch.
    Red and gold leaves carpeted the ground and the trees above seemed to reach high across the path just to shake hands like old friends. Birds flew in and out of the golden light filtering through the trees, whispering their morning calls.

    I loved the damp fall smells– leaves, moss, and forest. The crisp air tingled in my chest. I breathed out, watching steamy clouds drift away. Marigold’s breaths clouded the cold air as well, her head nodding in pace.

    Pulling my jacket tighter, I patted Marigold. The chill was creeping in. The big potbelly stove in the log schoolhouse would soon change that. Mr. Stanton made sure the fire was roaring before his students came.

    I liked my lessons, but my favorite part of school happened after we finished our work. Mr. Stanton would sit by that stove and read to us. Stories of adventure and courage, faraway places and times. A big wide world I didn’t know.

    But, I don’t think if there could be a finer fall day anywhere than right here on my mountain.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:54 am

      I can see the fall day, the child riding the horse to school, the warmth of that stove, and the STORIES. Nice!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 11:33 am

      I love the setting. Especially, ‘Red and gold leaves carpeted the ground and the trees above seemed to reach high across the path just to shake hands like old friends.’ Absolutely lovely!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 1:29 pm

      What a beautiful vignette you created. Good luck, Debbie! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    mlyablonaolcom said:
    October 3, 2022 at 11:01 am

    Oh yuck! Meant in an entirely good way. Great Halloween horror!

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    juliannahelt said:
    October 3, 2022 at 11:00 am

    The Path of the Fall Fairies
    By Julianna Helt

    “Grandpa look!” I point to our favorite walking path.
    “Ah, yes, the fairies were here.”
    “The fairies?” I look up at Grandpa.
    His eyes grow big as he tells me their story.
    The Fall Fairies. One red. One orange. One yellow.
    They visit once a year when there is a prickle in the air.
    “You feel it right?” Grandpa looks down at me.
    I nod my head. My scarf tight around my neck.
    My big eyes meet his.
    He continues the tale of the fairies.
    Their magic paints the leaves.
    Red. Orange. Yellow.
    If you’re quiet, you can hear their laughter.
    A crinkle crackle sound that echoes
    Through the forest and down the path.
    A breeze shakes through the trees.
    “Look, the fairies are dancing!” Grandpa says.
    I look up to see leaves break free of the trees
    And dance to the ground,
    Painting everything in fall colors.
    Red. Orange. Yellow.
    “Wow,” I breathed.
    I hold tight to Grandpa’s hand.
    He squeezes my hand.
    We continue down the path of the fall fairies.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:34 pm

      Sweet and adorable story!

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      Aimee Lauren said:
      October 3, 2022 at 6:46 pm

      Love the use of repetition and, of course, fairies!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:57 am

      Lovely tone to this! Magical!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 11:36 am

      Grandparents have a great imagination, and their grandchildren learn so much from them. I loved this! “Look, the fairies are dancing!” Grandpa says.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 17, 2022 at 1:32 pm

      A touch of fall magic and family folklore. Fantastic! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Heather Smith Meloche said:
    October 3, 2022 at 11:00 am

    THE VISITOR
    By Heather Smith Meloche

    I’m empty. Weston dumped me while I’m studying abroad. No friends in Guadalajara, with barely functioning email, sketchy cell reception, and I’m lost. Hollow. Hurt.
    In darkness, I wander campus. I’m used to raucous students rushing by, but tonight, only shadowed people whisper. Tonight, the dead return.
    In the heart of campus, candlelight beats, lighting visitors’ faces as they pass colorful altars. Día de Muertos, I’ve read, is a celebration of departed loved ones. Orange blooms, candles, and dyed sawdust create elaborate paths to risers decorated in cut paper, salt piles, and trayed fruit, bread, seeds, and drinks – meals for those returning. Photos of the deceased sit in a show of love.
    I stop before an altar. A clay skull, crude and crooked, gawks at me, and I consider absence. How quickly it’s filled. How Weston already has another girl. How my parents are busy. How I might not be remembered like the people in these photos.
    A girl steps close, half her face painted like a skull. She shakes her head, a response to my thoughts, then walks away. Confused, I step to the next altar, and she’s there. The girl stares back at me, her photo proudly displayed.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:31 pm

      Love the line, … I consider absence. How quickly it’s filled. Love the ending!

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      Liz Gill said:
      October 3, 2022 at 3:36 pm

      Wonderfully creepy mood.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 9:59 am

      Love the mood of this piece.

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 11:39 am

      OMG! She’s dead. The girl stares back at me, her photo proudly displayed.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 8:44 am

      Oh the angst of young love and the DRAMA! Good work getting your character’s voice to shine through. @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Lynn Greenway said:
    October 3, 2022 at 10:43 am

    Spiderwebs
    by Lynn Greenway

    Spinning,
    Spiraling,
    Serpentine.
    The newly made web
    arcs from limb to leaf.
    [While all spiders can make silk, most spiders that make webs are female, and they can be particular about their location.]

    Glistening,
    Glimmering,
    Gossamer.
    The dew-drenched web
    catches the morning light.
    [Scientists have discovered that sunlight can make some spiderwebs stronger and stickier.]

    Quietly
    Quivering,
    Quaking.
    The fine-tuned web
    thrums with vibrations.
    [Although spiders don’t have ears, they can “hear” by feeling the vibrations that sound makes in their web.]

    Strained,
    Stressed,
    Stretched.
    The web
    snags the spider’s supper.

    Then snaps!
    [Each single strand of spider silk is made of thousands of tiny nano strands, which for its size, make it stronger than steel.]

    Twisted,
    Tremulous,
    Torn.
    The broken web
    dangles from the trees.
    [Spiders can dismantle damaged webs and often will eat them, recycling them into new silk.]

    Dusty,
    Decrepit,
    Deteriorating.
    The abandoned web
    gathers dirt and decay.
    [The same stickiness that captures prey also collects dust and pollen, making the web dirty and unusable after a time.]

    Repulsive,
    Revolting,
    Rotten.
    The ruined web
    snares one last catch…

    yuck, right in your hair!

    Want to learn more about spider webs? Here are a few places to start:

    https://schoolofbugs.com/do-male-spiders-spin-webs/#:~:text=Yes%2C%20But%20their%20lifestyle%20isn,Every%20species%20is%20different.

    https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/70617/strength-spider-web-glue-affected-uv-light

    https://www.scienceabc.com/eyeopeners/the-secret-behind-the-creation-of-cobwebs.html

    https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smithsonian-institution/ask-smithsonian-how-do-spiders-make-webs-180957426/

    https://www.snexplores.org/article/orb-weaving-spiders-use-their-webs-like-external-eardrums

    https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/spiders-get-information-vibrations-their-webs-180951677/#:~:text=Like%20a%20violin%20string%2C%20each,that%20needs%20to%20be%20repaired.

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      Lynn Greenway said:
      October 3, 2022 at 10:45 am

      Whoops, I forgot to include my image! It was #13, of the forest.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 5, 2022 at 10:01 am

      I love all the alliterative words and the fun facts sprinkled throughout. Nice job!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 11:42 am

      I see you’ve done quite a bit of research on spiders. Well done! I love creepy critters.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 8:49 am

      This is smart, educational and well-written, all in one package. Fabulous! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Searra Simpson said:
    October 3, 2022 at 10:08 am

    House of 1000 Carved Pumpkins
    By
    Searra Simpson

    Baby Pumpkin stretched her tiny tendrils,
    as she rested with the others on the damp autumn earth.

    “Is this all there is?” Baby asked.
    “I wish!” said another.

    “What do you mean?” said Baby.
    “Sooner or later, they’ll come for you,” the pumpkins warned.
    Baby quivered.

    “You might get baked into a pie!”
    “You might get your innards roasted as a snack!”
    “Or, worse, you might get your face carved out and lit up for all to see!”

    “Not me!” said Baby. “I won’t let them.”
    She ripped off the vine and rolled far away,
    until she came upon a quiet cottage.

    The sun was setting and darkness would soon surround her.
    She had to hide.

    She snuck into the sunroom.
    It was hard to see, but she felt sure she was the only living thing around.
    She breathed a sigh of relief.

    Then FLICK!
    A flame broke through the blackness.
    Each new FLICK set a hollow pumpkin’s jagged face ablaze,
    until the room was filled.
    Baby gasped and trembled.

    “What’s this?” said a voice as they scooped her up and inspected her.
    “Oh, you’ll make a perfect addition to my… House… of 1000… Carved Pumpkins…”

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      KarynCurtis said:
      October 3, 2022 at 11:25 am

      Aiee! So creepy!

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      Melissa Chupp said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:03 pm

      Great job! You made me feel worried for baby pumpkin!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:28 pm

      Great spooky story!

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      Sandra M said:
      October 3, 2022 at 3:18 pm

      Love it, Searra. Spooky and fun.

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      Beth Holladay said:
      October 4, 2022 at 11:30 am

      Poor Baby Pumpkin… she tried! lol Love it!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 6, 2022 at 9:33 am

      Good twist at the end! It’s like Hansel and Gretel meets the Adams Family. 🙂

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 11:45 am

      Poor baby pumpkin!

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      Sarah Skolfield said:
      October 12, 2022 at 5:34 pm

      Ohh…creepy.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 8:52 am

      Awww, man! I though baby was going to make it. I should have known. LOL! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Sandra Martin said:
    October 3, 2022 at 10:08 am

    The Headless Horseman’s House
    Sandra Martin

    All year long, Headless carves and waits.
    Pumpkin after pumpkin. He carves scary faces, mean faces, and haunting grins. He lines them up on racks at his house on top of the hill.
    At night, Headless waits patiently until the October moon rises above Sleepy Hollow and the town comes alive with raucous taverns and autumn festivities.
    Headless stands by his horse, picks a pumpkin, and tucks it under his arm.
    A man tumbles out of a tavern and starts his trip home through the dark, misty woods.
    Headless mounts and steers his horse down the hill.
    Thundering hooves alert the man. He turns and shrieks at the sight of the headless rider. He stumbles and trips as he runs through the trees. He rips his coat, he scrapes his knees, and he tumbles into the river. “Help me!” he screams in fear.
    Headless sighs and pushes his horse in pursuit.
    Finally, his victim, broken and tired, turns and pleads, “Please, I beg of you, don’t hurt me!”
    Headless rears back on his horse.
    His victim crouches and cowers.
    Headless reaches down and ………………hands the man the pumpkin. “Happy Halloween. Get home safely now.”

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      KarynCurtis said:
      October 3, 2022 at 11:25 am

      Ha! Love this twist ending on a classic!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:27 pm

      Great twist! Nice!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 6, 2022 at 9:40 am

      Nice! I love Headless’s sigh which is a tiny hint. And then the last line is the killer. 😉

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 11:47 am

      Thank goodness, a happy ending.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 8:59 am

      I mean, it must be so HARD to just DO YOUR JOB when people judge you for your looks right off the bat. Gosh people…let the dude give you a pumpkin. Fun story! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Ryann Jones said:
    October 3, 2022 at 9:56 am

    A Sinister Smile
    By Ryann Jones

    What a blast! Amira thought
    while squeezing her cheeks for relief from laughing so hard.

    She plopped down onto her bed
    and began scrolling through pictures.
    Ha! Ben’s marshmallow is burnt to a–

    wait…

    …what is that?

    A glowing face
    seethed in the shadows.

    She blinked hard,
    but the ghostly grin remained.

    Weird…
    Amira shivered, but continued onto the next image.
    All five friends smiled at her reassuringly.
    But there was a sixth figure–

    Its blood-red hood
    and haunting amber eyes
    made her heart race.

    Who is that?

    Amira returned to the first photo.
    She jolted upright.

    The face was still there…

    …but closer!

    Is this some kind of sick joke?

    Palms sweating, she checked another photo.
    And another.

    No.
    No.
    NO!

    The smoldering face plagued every picture–
    growing closer
    and closer!

    Its depraved eyes bore into her soul
    and sent chills up her spine.

    Amira gasped as she opened the last photo.
    She could almost feel the warmth seeping into her.

    It was
    so
    close!

    Fighting for air, she fumbled to turn off her phone.

    The heat remained,
    yet her blood ran cold.

    There–
    reflecting from the black screen,
    scorching her neck–
    was the

    Same.

    Sinister.

    Smile.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:26 pm

      I love the way the tension build! Great story!

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      Liz Gill said:
      October 3, 2022 at 3:41 pm

      Great use of structure & line breaks!

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      carriekarnesfannin2 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 7:26 pm

      Ooh, this gives me the shivers. Good work, Ryann.

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      thenookon32 said:
      October 4, 2022 at 1:49 pm

      Excellent tension and creepiness! I’m nervous to look at the black screen of my phone now 😉 Haha

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 6, 2022 at 9:43 am

      Great tension building!

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      Diane McBee said:
      October 7, 2022 at 3:21 pm

      Great suspense! Great alliteration at the story’s end. I can see the image on my phone’s dark screen.

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 11:57 am

      I won’t sleep tonight. I’ll probably hide my cell phone too! This reminds me of Scary Movie 3, the TV’s leaking!

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      Sarah Skolfield said:
      October 12, 2022 at 5:37 pm

      Scary. Good work.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 1:25 pm

      Wait! What happened to her friends?? Need. More. @mowrex (Twitter)

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      mariannasacra said:
      October 18, 2022 at 2:03 pm

      How exciting! I love all the tension!

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    Jacqui Boulter said:
    October 3, 2022 at 9:39 am

    JUBILEE STARS ON HALLOWEEN
    By Jacqui Boulter
    (inspired by Image 6- Halloween)

    Why did she make me a bat cape for Halloween?
    It must be because my hearing is so keen.
    I hear her when she sleeps, wakes up, brushes her teeth.
    I hear her steps on the floor,
    I hear her open the door.
    I bound around with every sound,
    My paws barely even touch the ground.
    I guess the cape is an added touch,
    Because I already move like a bat, pretty much.
    Jubilee Stars will fly on Halloween.
    I hope I don’t make you scream!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:24 pm

      Adorable!

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      Aimee Lauren said:
      October 3, 2022 at 6:47 pm

      Aww, this is adorable! Love it so much!

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      carriekarnesfannin2 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 7:27 pm

      Too stinking cute! I can so easily see this adorable pup with their cape in my mind’s eye.

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        Jacqui Boulter said:
        October 5, 2022 at 2:58 pm

        Thank you!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 6, 2022 at 9:44 am

      So cute! I love this little dog personality.

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 11:58 am

      I love the dogs POV!

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      seschipper said:
      October 8, 2022 at 10:59 pm

      So cute!
      ( I selected the same prompt!) 🙂

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 1:29 pm

      “Because I already move like a bat, pretty much!” Too funny! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    ktreinen2014 said:
    October 3, 2022 at 9:33 am

    The One Where the ATV Dies on a Dirt Road
    By Karla Treinen
    (inspired by picture 1)

    Cornstalks rattle a warning in the moonlight.
    Girl tugs a hat over her ears.
    Engine clicks as she turns the key.
    Boy jams his phone back in his pocket.

    “No signal.“
    He pulls his team jacket tighter.
    “Wasn’t there a farm place?”
    She shrugs. “A long ways back.”

    “We could ask that scarecrow.”
    “Right, genius. What’s in the fog?”
    “Farmer, maybe.”
    “Weird smile.Should we ask for help?”

    “Guess there’s no harm trying.”

    Later, two cops on patrol
    Roll up to an abandoned ATV.
    One kills the engine and rolls down a window.
    Corn stalks rattle a warning in the moonlight.

    “Looks like nobody’s around.”
    “Unless you count the three scarecrows.”
    “Right, genius. Interrogate the one with the jacket.”
    “What’s that coming out of the fog?”

    “Must be the farmer. Odd smile on his face.”
    She motions to the radio. “Call for back-up?”
    “Nah. Maybe he saw something.”
    They step out of the squad car.

    “Guess there’s no harm trying.”

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      Lisa Morlock said:
      October 3, 2022 at 11:14 am

      So subtle and spooky! Love it!

      Liked by 1 person

      KarynCurtis said:
      October 3, 2022 at 11:27 am

      Ooh, so spooky! And great title!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:23 pm

      Great spooky story!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 7, 2022 at 10:10 am

      Oooh, this is a spine tingler! Well done!

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      Diane McBee said:
      October 7, 2022 at 3:23 pm

      “Corn stalks rattle a warning in the moonlight.” What a great line! Increases suspense and the reader definitely knows what’s coming.

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      Sarah Skolfield said:
      October 12, 2022 at 5:40 pm

      Eerie.

      Liked by 1 person

      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 1:32 pm

      Oooooh, so good! Nice work here! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Danielle said:
    October 3, 2022 at 8:30 am

    Gravelotte the Ghost Goes Trick or Treating
    Inspired by Image 2

    As I left the graveyard, kids shouted, “Trick or treat!”

    I liked tricks and treats. So I walked with them a while.

    “Trick or treat!” I said too.

    No one gave me candy. I thought that was rude.

    They walked to the next house. We shouted, “Trick or treat!”

    Maybe they said it louder than me.

    I could’ve been getting the whole thing wrong—after all, I’d never done this before. Maybe I was supposed to trick them!

    But when I got in their face, they didn’t blink. When I scared them, they didn’t scream.

    I probably had to bring them treats!

    Didn’t work.

    After an hour I realized I was invisible.

    I walked home empty-handed—but had one final idea.

    I told everyone at home about what I saw and showed them too.

    Soon, ghosts floated grave to grave, hands outstretched. Skeletons sat up straight and pushed the baubles off their bony fingers.

    I stopped at Mr. McFarlane’s resting place first.

    “Trick or treat!”

    When he saw me, he smiled his toothless grin and gave me his gold watch.

    I should’ve started here. Real gold was way better than chocolate coins.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:12 am

      Danielle, what a great twist at the end. Trick or treating in the graveyard. Well done!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:21 pm

      Cute and clever! I love the ending!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 12:01 pm

      Original, well done!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 1:35 pm

      Very clever story. Trick or treating WOULD be better if they gave you gold. Totally agree! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Lydia Lukidis responded:
    October 3, 2022 at 7:44 am

    HI #FallWritingFrenzy friends!! I’m posting this entry on behalf of Susan Burdof, as she was having trouble. Please comment here!!

    RIDDLE ON THE ROAD

    Don’t walk alone on Widow’s Road when the moon’s full,
    unless you want to tempt the ghost of Alice Crandall.
    Don’t talk to strangers who ask you the way home,
    because you may not make the journey alone.
    Don’t hurry past the tall oak tree
    with its heavy burden of leaves.
    Do not stop walking if you hear the voice
    ignore her, or she’ll offer you a choice.
    To find your way home again
    You will need to play her game.
    One riddle you must answer
    If wrong your life you owe her.
    “What part of the road do ghosts like the best?”
    Think before you speak, for this is a test.
    Wrinkle the brow, ponder the twists and bends
    Breathing deep you shout loudly – “the dead end!”
    The voice rustles like leaves on a grave
    “You win this night. Your freedom you save.”
    Then silence. An owl hoots to hurry your steps
    Away from the voice, away from the tests.

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      Debbie L Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:15 am

      Spooky, Susan! With a funny ghost joke in the middle. 🙂

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      cinzialverde said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:51 pm

      I love the riddle! Very creative

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:57 pm

      Great scary story! Cute riddle!

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      Jill Lambert said:
      October 5, 2022 at 4:38 pm

      A litany of serious admonitions leading up to the perfect comic relief…loved it, Susan!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 1:39 pm

      The whole road is a big NOPE from me. I’m not answering a riddle, my fingers would be in my ears and I would be singing a loud LALALALA! all the way home. Good job! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    caromundy said:
    October 3, 2022 at 6:24 am

    Nipper and Duck by Caroline Mundy

    Duck was Nipper’s favourite toy.
    They did everything together.
    Chasing autumn leaves.
    Snoozing in front of the fire.
    But best of all…

    Playing catch with their boy. [human child]
    CHOMP, CHOMP!!
    WOOF, WOOF!
    SQUEEEEEEAAAAAAKKK!

    Until one day…

    ‘RIIIIIIP!

    ‘Duck!’ howled Nipper.
    [Duck has a rip.]

    Nipper tried chasing leaves with Duck,
    but stuffing got stuck in his teeth
    and Duck’s squeak sounded sad.

    He tried snoozing with Duck,
    but the fuzzy stuffing tickled his nose
    and made him sneeze.

    Nipper worried that playing catch
    could hurt Duck even more
    because Duck was broken
    and so was Nipper’s heart.

    Nipper left Duck alone to get better
    And tried chasing leaves with a stick.
    But it wasn’t as much fun.

    He tried playing catch with his ball.
    CHOMP, CHOMP!
    WOOF, WOOF!
    But his ball didn’t squeak.

    He tried snoozing with his boy.
    But he couldn’t sleep without Duck. [Howls]
    [Boy discovers Duck is broken]

    In the morning, Nipper didn’t want to chase autumn leaves
    or snooze in front of the fire.
    And he definitely didn’t want to play catch.

    Until…

    Nipper: ‘Duck!’
    [Boy has mended Duck]

    CHOMP, CHOMP!
    WOOF, WOOF!
    SQUEEEEEEAAAAAAKKK!

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    Adrian Rose said:
    October 3, 2022 at 4:15 am

    Messy Beauty
    Adrian K. Rose (in response to Picture 13 – the road lined with fall trees)

    Step through.
    You know you want to.
    Let fear vanish
    between the space of
    seasons
    gone before
    and those to come.

    One path.
    Forward.
    Maybe a few turns
    to the side.
    Or behind.
    No matter.
    The street remains.
    Rising amidst the morning’s haze
    Inside your mind.

    Messy beauty.
    Those ideas you hold.

    Let them take you
    to a place
    you never imagined
    you might be.

    Step through.
    You know you want to.

    The road seems long.
    Sometimes wrong.
    But a desire nags.
    It invades.
    Sparking the space between
    the morning’s commute
    and the nighttime’s truth.

    A yearning to
    build a homebound highway
    to a place that sees your messy beauty.
    Like the space between Spring’s chance
    and Winter’s rejection,
    where colours blaze
    undiluted.

    Step through.
    You know you want to.
    The trees are lined
    with changing seasons.

    This season is yours.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:20 am

      Such great lines. “Sparking the space between the morning’s commute and the nighttime’s truth.” “Like the space between Spring’s chance and Winter’s rejection, where colours blaze undiluted.” Lovely!

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        Adrian Rose said:
        October 3, 2022 at 8:01 pm

        Thank you Debbie – for taking the time to read, connect and for lovely comment. I’ll look for your on Twitter 🙂

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:53 pm

      I love this beautiful invitation! Nice!

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        Adrian Rose said:
        October 3, 2022 at 8:02 pm

        Thank you Jill! I am glad you enjoyed it. I’ll take a look to see if we can connect on Twitter. Trying to build my writing community. Take care!

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          jillburns7 said:
          October 4, 2022 at 1:26 pm

          Great idea, Adrian. Have a wonderful day!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 1:50 pm

      Messy beauty. Those ideas you hold. Love this! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Melissa Chupp said:
    October 3, 2022 at 2:25 am

    The Legend of Dirty Duane
    By Melissa Chupp

    ‘Twas an early fall morn
    In the desert forlorn,
    Not a cloud had been spotted for days.

    Duane stood on his porch
    And he squinted straight North,
    “By golly! The makings of haze!”

    A cloud had begun
    To take shape ‘neath the sun.
    Duane hurried to fetch his old tub.

    “I’ll take a cool bath
    In this dry cactus patch,
    And give my poor body a scrub!”

    Duane had regretted
    His aroma quite fetid,
    For he hadn’t a bath in weeks.

    The growth of the cloud
    And the thunder so loud
    Brought a smile to his dust-covered cheeks.

    But a drop on his nose
    And a drip ‘tween his toes
    Distracted our dear brother, Duane.

    The cloud rumbled and roared,
    As the rain, it downpoured,
    Yet he never obstructed the drain!

    His chance for a splash
    Disappeared in a flash,
    He was heartbroken, day after day.

    “I’ll never smell fresh
    In this stinking old flesh.
    I fear I’m about to decay!”

    Now on Halloween night,
    If it thunders with might,
    You are certain to hear his deep moans.

    Duane appears in his tub
    Still waiting to scrub,
    Though he’s withered away to just bones.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:22 am

      Poor Dirty Duane! Love the rhythm and rhyme.

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      Kathleen Lowry (@lifeontamiami) said:
      October 3, 2022 at 11:55 am

      I LOVE you did this to Home on the Range. Couldn’t help but sing it as I read. So fun

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        Melissa Chupp said:
        October 3, 2022 at 12:04 pm

        That is so funny, cuz I didn’t actually do it to the song, but it works! 😂

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:43 pm

      Cute and a lot of fun! Nice!

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      Patricia Finnegan said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:06 am

      THE LEGEND OF DIRTY DUANE – I love that title:-)

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 12:09 pm

      Great ending. Poor Duane waiting for rain.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 8:16 pm

      This was so fun! I was certain he was going to get struck by lightening and that’s how he was going to meet his demise. Good work on the twist ending (for me, at least!) @mowrex (Twitter)

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      Katie Schwartz said:
      November 1, 2022 at 12:47 pm

      Very cute, leading up to – he’d withered away to just bones! Enjoyed reading this, and how you were inspired by the picture (I selected this picture also), hard to resist writing about a skeleton in the bathtub! Great job!

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    jillburns7 said:
    October 3, 2022 at 12:26 am

    Autumn leaves
    by Jill Burns
    (Inspired by Image 13-Fall)

    Mother Earth’s words swept in on a crisp chilly wind.

    “It’s time, my loves. Are you ready?”

    We nod.

    Our mothers stand together, gallant and graceful.

    Each trunk clothed in swirls of emerald velvet.

    Their gnarly branches hold us close to their hearts.

    One last time.

    With uncertainty, we cling,

    Afraid to let go of the shelter that kept us cozy

    Through spring, summer, and fall.

    Dressed in our dazzling gowns of gold, orange, yellow, and paprika, we hold on

    A little longer,

    Until our mothers’ colorful crowns burst and blaze like an autumn sunset.

    Hearts flutter in anticipation.

    When our turn comes, we wave farewell and fly high.

    Whirling and twirling we dance and giggle with the breeze.

    Downward we float.

    Earth welcomes us with open arms and holds us tight.

    A lush layered carpet of autumn perfection.

    The harvest of seasons past.

    Together we rest our abundant heads and prepare for slumber

    As we become one with our world.

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      Deborah Williams said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:40 am

      Lovely imagery!

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        jillburns7 said:
        October 3, 2022 at 9:55 am

        Thank you so much, Deborah!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:24 am

      Beautiful!

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        jillburns7 said:
        October 3, 2022 at 9:55 am

        Thank you so much, Debbie!

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      polaseklj said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:11 pm

      So beautiful! I love the imagery of the dazzling gowns 🙂

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        jillburns7 said:
        October 3, 2022 at 1:07 pm

        Thank you so much!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:41 pm

      My story does not show up on the spreadsheet. I tried submitting again, but still don’t see it there. I’m not sure what I’ve done wrong.

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      katherineadlam said:
      October 3, 2022 at 3:54 pm

      THE LAST HOUSE ON THE LAST STREET
      It was the last street. The wind had picked up, A sign hanging over a store front creaked. Clustering together the kids giggled nervously. A clock struck eight. OWWwwww! Howled the wind. A bat ducked low and flew right over their heads. They stifled a shriek. One of the children darted to the right and banged up a set of steps. He hammered on the door. It swung open and a silent figure in a long black dress flowed out onto the stoop. It dropped a candy bar into each bag, then slid silently away. Up and down the street they went. Every house the same. Then it was the last house. This time when they hammered on the door, it creaked open. No one was there. On a table stood a stack of pop cans. A sign said Take One. Each child grabbed a tin. Suddenly the door slammed shut. The hands of a huge clock on the wall spun pointing to 12 midnight. Bong! It rang out. Their screams filling the air they flung the door open and raced out into the night. They could hear the sound of laughter chasing them down the street to home.

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        Debbie Austin said:
        October 7, 2022 at 10:18 am

        Oooh, scary. But the kids got away. Whew!

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        eleanorannpeterson said:
        October 10, 2022 at 1:19 pm

        It was a prank maybe not?

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      Aimee Lauren said:
      October 4, 2022 at 12:58 am

      Ooh, gorgeous imagery! Nice work!

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        jillburns7 said:
        October 4, 2022 at 1:26 pm

        Thank you so much, Aimee!

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      caromundy said:
      October 4, 2022 at 6:56 am

      What a lovely lyrical piece.

      Liked by 1 person

        jillburns7 said:
        October 4, 2022 at 1:27 pm

        Thank you so much!

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      claireflewis said:
      October 6, 2022 at 7:48 pm

      Gorgeous imagery throughout! I love the lines ‘each trunk clothed in swirls of emerald velvet’ and ‘with uncertainty, we cling’, and the sense of peace and resolution at the end.

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        jillburns7 said:
        October 7, 2022 at 9:08 am

        Thank you so much for your kind words, Claire.

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      Diane McBee said:
      October 7, 2022 at 3:45 pm

      I love the imagery of Mother trees letting go of their treasured children.

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        jillburns7 said:
        October 8, 2022 at 1:00 pm

        Thank you so much, Diane!

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      Natalie Lynn Tanner said:
      October 8, 2022 at 1:29 am

      JILL: The world you created is SO BREATHTAKINGLY GORGEOUS! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL way to describe Autumn. I especially LOVE how you described one of the “dazzling gowns” as “paprika”! THANK YOU for inviting us into this fantastical world. I didn’t want to leave it.

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        jillburns7 said:
        October 8, 2022 at 1:01 pm

        Thank you so much for your kind words, Natalie!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 8, 2022 at 12:13 pm

      Earth welcomes us with open arms and holds us tight. As we become one with our world. It would make an excellent informational picture book.

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        jillburns7 said:
        October 8, 2022 at 1:03 pm

        Thank you so much, Eleanor! That’s a wonderful idea!

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      KarynCurtis said:
      October 12, 2022 at 5:27 pm

      This is lovely!

      Liked by 1 person

        jillburns7 said:
        October 16, 2022 at 2:47 pm

        Thank you so much, Karyn!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 8:21 pm

      Pretty, pretty poetry in motion all the way…down. 🙂 @mowrex (Twitter)

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        jillburns7 said:
        October 18, 2022 at 9:56 pm

        Thank you so much for your kind words!

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      Katie Schwartz said:
      November 1, 2022 at 12:42 pm

      Lovely words and imagery! And wonderful subject matter, we love trees, and changing leaves with the season, you captured it perfectly!

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        jillburns7 said:
        November 1, 2022 at 5:10 pm

        Thank you so much for your kind words, Katie!

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    Aimee Lauren said:
    October 2, 2022 at 10:42 pm

    Hungry
    By Aimee Lauren
    Inspired by image 1 – Halloween.
    What a delicious day. Clouds gathered like a clump of bruises. Silence sat as heavily as a lowered shroud. The ground withered, battered by the heat and the juicy dead, but the juiciest oversaw them all.
    Warm. Shiny. Full-bellied. Twig-like limbs, easy to snap. A mouth made to devour.
    The pumpkin monster snatched the crows from the air and ate them whole.
    A delicious day, indeed.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:25 am

      Yikes! Super creepy images. Well done!

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        Aimee Lauren said:
        October 3, 2022 at 6:23 pm

        Thank you!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:40 pm

      Love the spooky imagery! Great Halloween story!

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        Aimee Lauren said:
        October 3, 2022 at 6:23 pm

        Thanks so much!

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      cinzialverde said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:49 pm

      Wow – creepy! Nice.

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        Aimee Lauren said:
        October 3, 2022 at 6:24 pm

        Thanks!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 1:22 pm

      Creepy, I won’t ever walk into a pumpkin patch at night.

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        Aimee Lauren said:
        October 21, 2022 at 11:38 pm

        Haha, me neither!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 8:26 pm

      Kids won’t want to go to THAT pumpkin patch! Haha! Creeptastic! @mowrex (Twitter)

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        Aimee Lauren said:
        October 21, 2022 at 11:39 pm

        Definitely not! Haha, thank you!

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    Debbie Sanders said:
    October 2, 2022 at 9:52 pm

    Lydia, I am having trouble getting my Fall Frenzy entry to post in the Comments. I filled out my form and submitted it on Oct. 1 around 2-3 p.m. but forgot to post the entry in the comments until this afternoon. I’ve tried pasting and posting twice now several hours apart. On the entry spreadsheet I can find my name so I know the entry form went through.

    Can you tell me how to get this to work? So sorry to trouble you.

    Many thanks! Debbie Sanders Entry: A Crisp Autumn Ride Image #13

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      MDalphin Williams Creative.Com said:
      October 2, 2022 at 10:33 pm

      I had trouble with this also Debbie. Word Press sent me an e-mail saying they wouldn’t allow me to post in the comments?? I don’t see my story Lethal Lemons in there. So, I’m not sure how to proceed.

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    Laura Bost said:
    October 2, 2022 at 9:06 pm

    California’s Fall
    By Laura Bost

    A curling danger bends the cracked stalks of California’s fall.
    A yellow whisper.
    I pray for rain.
    Oh, may that be rain!

    I first met Fire as I burst from the prize booth at my fifth grade harvest carnival. Drenched in sunshine, lucky winner! Two cakewalk cakes lifted high. Cakes! (Two!) Then, a choking breeze and unexpected shade. Three bulging smoke fingers clawed the dazzling blue. Waving.

    Hello, Fire.

    That night Fire danced snaggletoothed and orange down the hill behind my house. A grinning wall of Jack o’ lanterns collapsing. A disaster of hungry mouths moaning with wind.

    Fire cakewalked house to house.
    “It won’t get here,” Mom promised.

    But…

    Fire claimed Collin’s house.
    It gathered up Joe’s place across the street.
    Then, just as Fire’s foot shuffled onto our garden path, the windsong died.
    Fire gaped. Embarrassed, clutching its smoldering prizes.

    Fire tipped its ashy hat, winked once, and sauntered into still darkness.

    Gone.
    Night silent.
    Lucky winner.

    I don’t remember what happened to my cakes. I hope I ate them.

    Every fall a curling whisper nods the yellow grass of California.
    What hand bends the stalks?
    We pray: May that be rain.

    Oh! May it be rain!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:30 am

      Wow. Laura! This is well-written and terrifying. “Fire cakewalked house to house…” “Fire gaped. Embarrassed, clutching its smoldering prizes.” Well done!

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        Laura Bost said:
        October 5, 2022 at 11:31 am

        Thanks so much. I admit, I do find nights in fall get my hackles up…especially when the Santa Ana winds blow in. I’m glad it resonated with you, and thanks for commenting.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:36 pm

      Wow! Love all of the powerful images! Nice!

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        Laura Bost said:
        October 5, 2022 at 11:33 am

        Thank you, I was trying to hit a lyrical tone with this. I’m glad the imagery read well for you. I appreciate you taking the time to comment. Thanks again.

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          jillburns7 said:
          October 7, 2022 at 9:09 am

          You did a great job, Laura!

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      M.A. Cortez said:
      October 6, 2022 at 4:56 pm

      Beautiful, sad and terrifying.

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 1:28 pm

      Although I don’t live in California, I have heard of the numerous fires. I believe the terror has stayed with you ever since. You’ve clearly expressed your feelings in this MS.

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        Laura Bost said:
        October 14, 2022 at 1:23 pm

        Thank you so much. Yes, the little story here is not far from my experience as a child. Years later as a volunteer firefighter, I found it disquieting how achingly beautiful wildfire is in its dance of destruction. One’s heart both lifts and shatters watching it leap up a hillside.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 8:31 pm

      This is beautiful and terrifying all at once and not in the traditional Halloween sense. Wow.

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    Sarah Wilson Gregory said:
    October 2, 2022 at 8:34 pm

    Crunch Crunch Crunch
    By: Sarah Wilson Gregory

    Crunch Crunch Crunch

    The dried leaves underneath my bare feet crackle like wads of paper– Like the receipts mom tries to hide at the bottom of the trash can or the crumbled mess of half written poems dad is always writing but never finishing. They too end up in the trash can; dad’s lost ambitions nestled neatly around mom’s secrets.

    I swing my foot wide and hard through the foliage covered earth, watching as they dance in the air.

    Crunch Crunch Crunch.

    Mom is always hiding the money she spends from dad. Dad hides his words from mom–at least the ones on paper. I hide from them both. Or maybe myself and the burden of being the product of their disintegrating relationship.

    Each Friday, It’s my chore to empty the trash can–carrying the weight of my parents’ failed marriage in black trash bags that rest on the curb. I’m supposed to sweep the leaves off the driveway, but I don’t and no one reminds me.

    I look forward to the crunching footsteps each time I walk down the driveway to take the trash out. I relish the washing away of another week’s worth of soured memories.

    Crunch Crunch Crunch.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:33 am

      Sarah, this is achingly beautiful.

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      Lindsey LeBlanc said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:49 pm

      Oh wow, this is incredibly touching. Well done!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:28 pm

      Beautiful poignant story! Nice!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 1:30 pm

      You’ve written this from the heart. Well done!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 8:36 pm

      Oof. Right in the gut. Do parents think their kids don’t see? The voice here is fabulous. @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Estelle Middleton said:
    October 2, 2022 at 7:53 pm

    Which One?
    Estelle Middleton

    In the Chihuahuan Desert of north Mexico, there lies a custom.
    Every year, on the same day, without fail.
    Long before the Rarámuri, Apache, Comanche, and Guarjío settled and traded.
    Long before the Spaniards conquered.
    Santa Ana gave it an official name once, something to do with the day it fell on, Dia de Los Muertos, but it’s lost now.
    But the custom continues, the people remember.
    Everyone in the traditional dress or suit and hat, adorned with flowers, faces painted to resemble skulls, all partake.
    Going to or coming from a party, you must go to the metal-sheet house, no matter.
    Typical Chihuahuan home, yes?
    If you ignore the usually-empty marble bathtub out front.
    It used to be a horse trough, until several boys stole it. And were promptly chased by its owner, a half-gruff live skeleton, shouting in Proto-Indian and Spanish.
    Now when you go by the house on the special day, the tub is occupied.
    Either the skeleton himself or a identical plastic skeleton.
    Find out which it is this year. Walk up to it. Which one?
    If it moves, then you’ll know.
    If not, you’ll hear laughter from inside.
    Then come next year and see again.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:37 am

      Estelle, I love the storyteller’s tone to this, a custom passed down through the ages.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:23 pm

      Rich and full of information! Nice!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 18, 2022 at 8:41 pm

      Oooh, which one indeed! I’d love to know! Rich, vibrant story, thank you for sharing! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    debbievilardi said:
    October 2, 2022 at 7:39 pm

    Who Can It Be Now?
    by Debbie Vilardi
    (With thanks to Men at Work)

    Who can it be pecking on my head?
    Go ‘way, or you might end up dead.
    Who asked you to my pumpkin field?
    You should fear. You know you could be killed.
    Kind of you to bring a friend? Don’t you hear. I’m warning you again.
    You’re not the only ones who need a snack.
    I’m hungry too. And I can bite you back.
    Who will it be next?

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:38 am

      I totally read this as the song. 🙂 Love it!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:22 pm

      Great Halloween story! Love the ending!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 19, 2022 at 8:42 am

      A little less paranoia than the original and a lot more warning. Love it! @mowrex (Twitter)

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        debbievilardi said:
        October 19, 2022 at 10:27 am

        Thanks, wordwritermo. That’s what I was going for. Plus, riffing the song was total fun.

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    Lindsey LeBlanc said:
    October 2, 2022 at 7:00 pm

    LITTLE LEAF by Lindsey LeBlanc (Image 13)

    Little Leaf clung to her branch
    With all her leafy might
    She was scared, but she declared,
    “I will not fall tonight.”

    Far below her on the path
    That through the forest wound
    Her fallen friends had met their ends
    On soft and soggy ground

    “I don’t belong down there,” she cried
    “My home is in the trees.
    I must stay where I can sway
    And flutter in the breeze.”

    “It’s time,” the others called to her
    As Halloween drew near
    “We’re needed on the ground, you see.
    Our jobs are finished here.”

    “Don’t be afraid,” they gently coaxed
    “For our next step is clear.
    We’ll heed the call, and then we’ll fall.
    Like leaves do every year.”

    “And once we’ve drifted to a stop
    A new hope we will sow
    We’ll strengthen soil, and we will toil
    To help the forest grow.”

    “And kids will be delighted
    When we crunch beneath their shoes!
    Do not fear, the time is here.
    You only need to choose.”

    Little Leaf clung to her branch
    And whispered, “Friend, goodbye.”
    ‘Twas only peace and sweet release
    When Little chose
    To fly.

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      amandashayne said:
      October 2, 2022 at 9:50 pm

      “I don’t belong down there” hit me in the feels thinking about the fear of change. Love how you captured that here!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:40 am

      I love the last line. Fear giving way to peace.

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      KarynCurtis said:
      October 3, 2022 at 11:22 am

      Aww, so sweet! Go, Little Leaf!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:16 pm

      This is adorable! Glad Little leaf found her courage!

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      melissakayvalente said:
      October 8, 2022 at 4:27 pm

      So clever and full of feels 🙂

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 10:24 am

      A little science and a lot of heart. Fantastic job! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Chayala Nachum said:
    October 2, 2022 at 6:40 pm

    *Seems my comment didn’t post for some reason last night, so posting it again now. If it ends up being here twice, I AM SO SORRY!!!

    Sukkot Surprise (198 words, Image 14)
    By: Chayala Nachum

    I think Dad’s not feeling well
    Or his head’s out of whack,
    He shopped for Sukkot yesterday
    And look what he brought back!
    Bumpy lemons–lots of them
    Each in its own case,
    A giant green and pointy spear
    That whacked me in the face,
    Two different kinds of leaves
    (Guess one type’s not enough),
    And bamboo stalks—what are we gonna
    DO with all this stuff?
    Pandas eat bamboo.
    Maybe it’s for a pet?
    But I just asked Mom for a dog
    She said she’d never let.
    I guess Dad’s making lemonade
    And needs a special type,
    The leaves are probably for display
    Though I don’t see the hype.
    I’m still not sure about the spear
    Maybe it was half price,
    Dad’s always buying stuff on sale
    He thinks bargains are nice.
    To give poor Dad a rest
    I’ll make the lemonade,
    I’m sure he’ll be glad to avoid
    His white shirt getting sprayed.
    I’ll sprinkle the leaves on top
    To make it more gourmet,
    I’ll break the bamboo into straws
    So we can slurp away.
    Hmm—this bamboo’s pretty strong
    My hands are getting sore,
    Ah ha! That’s it! The perfect tool!
    That’s what the spear is for!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:42 am

      I love the mystery and the discovery at the end! Nice job!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:15 pm

      Cute and clever!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 10:29 am

      Haha! I don’t think dad is going to be very happy with the lemonade! This was so funny! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Jennifer Weingardt said:
    October 2, 2022 at 6:30 pm

    Pumpkin Eve
    By Jennifer Weingardt

    Every year after the month of October creeps to a close, the people in Gourdsville come together to carve thousands of pumpkins to help the mayor celebrate Halloween.

    Visitors travel for miles to admire the heaps of jack o’ lanterns cloaking the mayor’s house.

    Eve and her mother decide to visit the Pumpkin House the night before Halloween.

    The shelves circling the mansion are filled with numerous faces, some funny, some a little silly, many very scary.

    As Eve and her mother pass by the pumpkins, she notices each one is different from the one before it.

    How could the townspeople carve so many?

    Eve decides to mimic the expressions and makes a face each time she walks by a pumpkin.

    “If you keep doing that, your face might get stuck that way,” warns her mother.

    The mayor grins as they pass him sitting on his front porch.

    It is getting late, and her mother turns to leave.

    Eve stops to make one more silly face.

    The pumpkins on the wall begin to grow bigger and bigger all around her.

    “Happy Halloween, Eve,” whispers the mayor as he strolls by her goofy, frozen face on the shelf.

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      Lindsey LeBlanc said:
      October 2, 2022 at 7:55 pm

      Ohh a cautionary tale! Very spooky ending!!

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      Melanie Aldridge said:
      October 3, 2022 at 8:23 am

      Loved it! How creative, I could totally picture it in my minds eye!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:46 am

      Whoa, creepy ending! I wasn’t expecting that.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:10 pm

      Great Halloween story! Love the spooky ending!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 10:35 am

      That mayor is one creepy dude, and reckless. Will Eve’s mother do anything about it or not? Oh the drama! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    lynjekowsky said:
    October 2, 2022 at 4:35 pm

    THE PATH OF LIGHT

    Haiku

    by Lyn Jekowsky

    Modified rhythms,
    The peace between seasons,
    Milieu of fall light.

    Flames of reflections,
    Shadows play thru wooded paths,
    Grand magnificence.

    Carpet of red leaves,
    Lacy forms on dark branches
    form tunnels of light.

    The gilt path ahead
    draws one toward their tomorrow
    in all its brilliance.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:47 am

      Beautiful images. “Modified rhythms. The peace between seasons.” Nice!

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        lynjekowsky said:
        October 3, 2022 at 9:50 am

        Thank you so much. I loved this picture of fall light.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:03 pm

      Beautiful! Love the imagery!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 10:40 am

      “Draws one toward their tomorrow…” that’s beautiful. Good luck! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    JIll R Stanton said:
    October 2, 2022 at 3:22 pm

    Hither and Gone
    @JillRStanton2

    “Come hither,” tempts a path wrapped in bright sashes.
    Heaven’s paintbox magic braids woodsmoke and ashes.
    “Time waits for no man,” whisper canopied arches,
    “Come hither and yon,” and onward time marches.
    Arbor sentinel’s path completes the swan song
    singing,“Hither, come hither, before it’s all gone.”
    October, you beckon to walk in the woods
    where fruits of those footsteps do a soul good.
    “So, come hither and yon, getting lost in this day.”
    Watercolored pathways herald joy on the way.

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      Debbie L Austin said:
      October 2, 2022 at 3:23 pm

      Love this! Great job!

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      msaraiva004 said:
      October 2, 2022 at 3:45 pm

      Beautiful. I loved that image of watercolored pathways in particular!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 3, 2022 at 9:49 am

      My favorite lines… “Heaven’s paintbox magic braids woodsmoke and ashes.” “Watercolored pathways herald joy on the way.” Beautiful!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:01 pm

      Beautiful imagery! Nice!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 10:44 am

      So pretty; you’re painting with words! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    The Road Ahead #FallWritingFrenzy – Katie McEnaney said:
    October 2, 2022 at 3:02 pm

    […] Read more about #FallWritingFrenzy and view the other entries here. […]

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    Debbie Austin said:
    October 2, 2022 at 2:22 pm

    Shifting Shadows
    by Debbie Austin
    The tip of Scrabble’s tail beckons me to follow. She disappears around the corner, and I want to run after her. But I’m not used to walking in heels, let alone running! I hobble to the corner and stop.

    A deserted cobble-covered street snakes away from the busy plaza. A single light sputters at the far end. All else lies in shadow.

    “Scrabble?” Mist wraps a wispy hand around my wavering voice, muffling the sound. Oh, where is that dratted cat?

    I take a breath and then a step. The heel of my left shoe lodges between two stones. Perfect! Mom’s going to kill me if I ruin her spikes.

    Scrabble’s normally green eyes glimmer yellow in the dim light of the alleyway. “There you are!”

    I abandon the shoe and hopscotch my way toward her, centering each foot on a cobble. The cat saunters over and I scoop her up. “You’ve put on a little weight.”

    “Meow?” Another cat emerges from the shadows. Nuzzling the stuck shoe, Scrabble questions me with her glowing green eyes.

    Wait! Then who is… The cat in my arms vaporizes into the mist and a gloved hand clamps over my mouth.

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      Jill Stanton said:
      October 2, 2022 at 3:38 pm

      Love this!

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        Debbie Austin said:
        October 7, 2022 at 10:20 am

        Thanks, Jill!

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      msaraiva004 said:
      October 2, 2022 at 3:59 pm

      Ooh! That’s a cliffhanger. I’m so curious about what happens next. Good job creating the suspense.

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        Debbie Austin said:
        October 7, 2022 at 10:22 am

        Thank you! I’m curious what happens next too. Might have to keep writing. 🙂

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      Lindsey LeBlanc said:
      October 2, 2022 at 7:06 pm

      Love the cliffhanger!!

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        Debbie Austin said:
        October 7, 2022 at 10:24 am

        Thank you for reading!

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      debbievilardi said:
      October 3, 2022 at 10:05 am

      Very creepy ending.

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        Debbie Austin said:
        October 7, 2022 at 10:25 am

        Thanks, Debbie!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:00 pm

      Love the suspense and the ending!

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        Debbie Austin said:
        October 7, 2022 at 10:26 am

        Thank you, Jill. I’m glad you liked it!

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      caromundy said:
      October 4, 2022 at 6:53 am

      Lovely imagery.

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        Debbie Austin said:
        October 7, 2022 at 10:30 am

        Thank you so much!

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      Patricia Finnegan said:
      October 4, 2022 at 11:55 am

      Mist, wavering voice, and shifting shadows . . . what great language you used to build suspense that led to the cliffhanger ending

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        Debbie Austin said:
        October 7, 2022 at 10:27 am

        Thank you for reading, Patricia!

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      claireflewis said:
      October 6, 2022 at 7:51 pm

      Lovely use of language – great atmosphere and build-up of tension and such a spooky ending!

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        Debbie Austin said:
        October 7, 2022 at 10:31 am

        Thank you, Claire! I appreciate your comments.

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 8:47 am

      The cat in my arms vaporizes into the mist and a gloved hand clamps over my mouth. I’m hooked! What’s going to happen next?

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        Debbie Austin said:
        October 10, 2022 at 8:58 am

        Thanks, Eleanor! Good question. I may have to keep writing to find out!

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      Sarah Skolfield said:
      October 12, 2022 at 6:00 pm

      Super scary. Love your language.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 10:48 am

      Oooo! Nice job! I don’t think mom is going to be worried about the shoes. @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Diane McBee said:
    October 2, 2022 at 1:34 pm

    The Light
    By Diane McBee

    The red light beckons me.
    But it is wrong.
    It is the warmth I desire.
    A warning I should heed.
    Dark shadows forbid my approach.
    Wet stone echoes the threat.
    I sneak forward.
    Flitting to a dark crevice.
    Swooping to smooth stone.
    The dark is deepening as the day fades.
    A second light further away is warmer, more inviting.
    But the warning light impedes my progress.
    I dash forward.
    I must get past.
    I fall hard on the stones.
    The light flashes overhead, reaching to engulf me.
    Sliding.
    Moisture soaks my clothes.
    I lay and listen.
    The light flickers behind me.
    Sweat glistens on my brow.
    My teeth clamp tight.
    I tremble and soundlessly sit up.
    Hunching forward.
    Standing up.
    Waiting for the unknown.
    I glance behind.
    The light flashes and goes out.
    Sighing.
    I have defeated it.
    Darkness surrounds me.
    Pushes me forward.
    The yellow light beckons me.
    But it is wrong.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:57 pm

      Great spooky story! I love the way the tension builds.

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      Aimee Lauren said:
      October 3, 2022 at 6:22 pm

      Ooh, love the imagery and the ending!

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      Jill Purtee (P. J.) said:
      October 4, 2022 at 10:42 am

      Great descriptions. I was right there with you. Thank you for sharing.

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 8:52 am

      Sweat glistens on my brow.
      My teeth clamp tight.
      I tremble and soundlessly sit up.
      Hunching forward.
      Standing up.
      I’m learning so much about showing and not telling by reading all these amazing entries. Well done.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 10, 2022 at 9:01 am

      Wonderful physical details!

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        Diane McBee said:
        October 10, 2022 at 10:25 am

        Thank you for reading. I appreciate your comments.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 10:52 am

      Fabulous way to draw us in and keep us reading. I want to know more! @mowrex (Twitter)

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        Diane McBee said:
        October 22, 2022 at 1:38 pm

        Thank you!

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    Donnalee Hutchinson said:
    October 2, 2022 at 1:03 pm

    The Ghost who Lost her Boo (Image #6)
    By: Donnalee Hutchinson
    195 words

    A cry comes from behind Megan’s closet door.
    It grows louder the closer she gets.
    No one is supposed to be in her closet as far as Megan knew.
    She swings open the door and much to her surprise, a sad faced ghost float around inside.
    With eyes that shine bright, Megan thinks to scream at the sight.
    But the ghost looks at her and tries to smile.

    “Are you a ghost? Megan asks.
    “Why yes I am,” A sad voice replies.
    Megan looks on with curious eyes.
    She doesn’t know what to do and before she can open her mouth to speak,
    The ghost says, “My name is Cora. What about you?”
    “I’m Megan. I’ve never seen a ghost before,” Megan says.

    Cora tells the story of being banished from ghost land and how she lost her boo.
    For refuses to scare little children like ghosts are supposed to do.
    Megan invites Cora into her room.
    And they become instant friends, playing, dancing, and watching movies too.
    Cora is happy to have someone to talk to, even if it is a human child.
    She hadn’t felt this close to anyone in quite a while.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:52 pm

      Sweet and adorable story!

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      cinzialverde said:
      October 3, 2022 at 1:48 pm

      Ooh – I love the slant rhyme and rhyme you sprinkled in! And thinking someone in the closet is so relateable!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 10, 2022 at 9:06 am

      Aw, sweet! Nice twist on something being in the closet and making it a sad ghost instead of something scary.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 4:10 pm

      Megan is incredibly BRAVE! I wouldn’t have opened that door. Haha! I’m glad it turned out well. Good luck! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    M.A. Cortez said:
    October 2, 2022 at 12:51 pm

    Word count 183 (image #1)
    VINCENT’S REMARKABLE WISH
    By MaryAnn Cortez

    Vincent wished he were something more remarkable than a plain old crow.

    “Like what?” asked Sunflower.
    “A stealthy fox or a fluffy bunny.”
    “You are Vincent. Find something remarkable in that,” Sunflower suggested.

    The next day, Vincent shared his wish with Scarecrow. “But you are a crow.”
    “I’m not a very happy crow,” Vincent complained.
    “Sometimes, I’m not happy being a scarecrow,” Scarecrow confessed.

    Still, Vincent wished.

    He shared his wish with Owl.
    Owl puffed her feathers. “I think you are remarkable, but if you are unhappy, there is something you can do.”
    Vincent was curious.
    “Ask the wizard for help. Then you’ll know for sure.”

    The wizard agreed.
    Poof!

    Vincent stalked.
    Vincent pounced.
    Fox Vincent spit out a slimy frog! “Yuck!”

    Next Vincent was a fluffy bunny.
    Vincent hopped.
    Vincent froze. “A wolf!”

    Back to the Wizard he dashed with one last wish.
    CAW-CAW! Vincent flew! Vincent soared! It was quite remarkable!

    He stopped to see Sunflower. She gave him seeds.
    He perched on Scarecrow’s shoulder. They shared a snack. “Being Vincent the crow is remarkable indeed, especially with such remarkable friends.”

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:46 pm

      Cute story! So glad Vincent learned to love himself!

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        M.A. Cortez said:
        October 3, 2022 at 4:41 pm

        Thank you!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 8:58 am

      Great pacing and a theme of self-acceptance.

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        M.A. Cortez said:
        October 13, 2022 at 7:04 pm

        Thank you!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 10, 2022 at 9:09 am

      My favorite line: “You are Vincent. Find something remarkable in that.” Such a great story of self-acceptance and friendship.

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        M.A. Cortez said:
        October 13, 2022 at 7:05 pm

        Thank you, Debbie!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 4:12 pm

      I’m glad the wizard was nice enough to turn Vincent back into Vincent. It could have turned out much worse! Whew! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Beth Holladay said:
    October 2, 2022 at 12:14 pm

    Fred Funny Bones
    Beth Holladay

    No one believes me, but I swear a skeleton lives in my neighborhood. He sits in his front yard every day, all alone. I think he looks sad, so I stop to chat.

    He tells me his name is Fred. And turns out, I’m right; he’s bone-ly because he has no body.
    He used to have a ghoul-friend, but she broke up with him for a vampire and now she’s dead to him. Fred says he’s got a bone to pick with that guy. Then, he says he’s only joking! I think Fred likes tickling funny bones just like my dad.

    I bet Fred and Dad would get along. They both love rock bands like The Grateful Dead and Bone-Jovi. They both played football in school (Fred quit because his heart wasn’t in it). Now they are both old guys with aching bones.

    I want to prove that Fred is real. So, on Halloween I get up the nerve to invite him for family dinner. Sadly, he can’t make it. He has to catch a scare-plane, but says he admires my guts because he doesn’t have any. Hopefully everyone can meet him when he returns next October.

    Bone-voyage, Fred!

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      msaraiva004 said:
      October 2, 2022 at 3:57 pm

      I really enjoyed the line ‘He’s bone-ly because he has no body.” Gosh I enjoy a good word play. Well done!

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        Beth Holladay said:
        October 2, 2022 at 4:01 pm

        Thanks! So glad you enjoyed it!

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      Melanie Manzer Kyer said:
      October 2, 2022 at 6:35 pm

      So cute! Love all the clever word play!

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        Beth Holladay said:
        October 2, 2022 at 7:49 pm

        Thanks! I had fun with it:)

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:44 pm

      Cute, clever, and a lot of fun! Nice!

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        Beth Holladay said:
        October 3, 2022 at 12:50 pm

        Thanks, Jill! 🙂

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      Patricia Finnegan said:
      October 4, 2022 at 2:35 pm

      Very punny – You had me smiling from beginning to end:-)

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        Beth Holladay said:
        October 4, 2022 at 2:44 pm

        Aww thanks very much:)

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 9:00 am

      I love the wordplay!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 10, 2022 at 9:12 am

      I too love all the fun word play, Beth! Favorite line is about the “ghoul-friend.” 🙂

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 4:18 pm

      She’s dead to him. LOL! Good work from beginning to end! @mowrex (Twitter)

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      momstriplets said:
      October 26, 2022 at 11:56 pm

      Oh this was such fun to read.

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        Beth Holladay said:
        October 27, 2022 at 9:30 am

        Thanks so much! 🙂

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    Thelia Hutchinson said:
    October 2, 2022 at 12:13 pm

    Mr. Lazy Bones
    By Thelia Hutchinson
    142 words
    Image # 2

    They call me Mr. Lazy Bones.
    There is nothing here to see.
    Just me and my bones…waiting patiently.
    This is where I belong, this is where I hang.
    I don’t need anyone…so please just scram!
    They call me Mr. Lazy Bones, as you can plainly see.
    I spend my time relaxing…and enjoying the desert breeze.
    I don’t care much for anything, just leave me—let me be.
    My bones are meant for scaring…everyone but me.
    As I lie here and wait…
    For the perfect moment to arrive.
    Preparing for a scare, these bones will cause a fright.
    My rattling bones have been resting…for oh so many months.
    I’ve been planning for the occasion, a spine-tingling one.
    No need for me to disguise, no need for you to fear.
    I’m bone to be wild…
    Lazy Bones—is here!

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      cinzialverde said:
      October 3, 2022 at 12:29 pm

      I love “bone to be wild!” and him just hanging. Nicely done!

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        Thelia Hutchinson said:
        October 3, 2022 at 12:39 pm

        Thank you!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 9:03 am

      I’m bone to be wild… Like the song. Well done.

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        Thelia Hutchinson said:
        October 10, 2022 at 2:07 pm

        Thank you!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 10, 2022 at 9:14 am

      Thelia, this is great. Others commented on “bone to be wild.” I loved that line too.

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        Thelia Hutchinson said:
        October 10, 2022 at 2:08 pm

        Thank you!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 4:23 pm

      His wish is to make everyone scram and I bet he gets it often. Haha! Nice work! @mowrex (Twitter)

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        Thelia Hutchinson said:
        October 22, 2022 at 10:24 pm

        Lol.thanks

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    Chayala Nachum said:
    October 2, 2022 at 12:03 pm

    QUESTION: Hi! I posted my entry in the comments yesterday evening, but it’s not showing up now. Should I repost it, or should I wait?
    Thanks!

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    Rennae Kletzel-Gilham said:
    October 2, 2022 at 11:56 am

    Follow the Light
    Rennae Kletzel-Gilham
    190 words

    I haven’t been here in one hundred years. It’s strange how tiny pockets of space can stand the test of time. The light is in the same spot. Once lit by oil, now it hums with electricity.

    I can still see the way his auburn eyes blazed softly under the light. Still feel the way my heart fluttered like a bat under my rib cage as he leaned into me. My back pressed against the rail of the balcony, cold shivers running up my spine. It was the most anticipated moment of my life. His soft lips gently pressed against mine, right before he whispered the spell to separate my soul from my body. One moment I was basking in the glow of young love, the next I was damned to the dark. Stripped of all hope. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. He bore the mark of a witch hunter, and I wasn’t great at hiding my true nature.

    My footsteps echo off the pavement, at least they would if I was more than a ghost, which I fully intend to be by the end of the night.

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      msaraiva004 said:
      October 2, 2022 at 4:06 pm

      I loved the imagery of the heart fluttering like a bat under the rib cage. Well done!

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        RennaeKG said:
        October 2, 2022 at 6:11 pm

        Thank you!

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      Lindsey LeBlanc said:
      October 2, 2022 at 7:17 pm

      Oh wow, this is great! I want to read a whole novel about this!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 9:05 am

      A dangerous love story. One moment I was basking in the glow of young love, the next I was damned to the dark.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 10, 2022 at 9:18 am

      Great job reeling the reader in and then delivering the “punchline” straight to the gut. And then the ending! I have so many questions.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 4:29 pm

      Some of us are better at hiding our true nature than others, but love will make us let our guard down sometimes, won’t it? @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Debbie Exton said:
    October 2, 2022 at 11:21 am

    Under the Little Red Hood.
    Wolfie walked around the town, looking for a snack.
    He came across a crouching shape, a victim to attack.
    A little girl, who’d stopped to tie the red lace of her trainer,
    Stood huddled quite alone ahead, not knowing of the danger.
    A cutie-pie who should be dressed in pj’s, snug in bed.
    Instead across her shoulders was a cloak of fiery red.
    A tasty midnight treat—what luck! He crept on silent paws,
    But Wolfie leapt just when the child turned round to meet his claws.
    Wolfie froze in mid-attack, his mind began to swirl.
    This thing that turned to face him was no helpless little girl.
    Instead of silky moon-white cheeks, two eyes, a nose, a chin.
    A pumpkin lurched towards him; orange flesh replaced her skin.
    Her eyes were jagged crosses, and a candle glowed inside.
    Her mouth a slash of stitches, the grin cut slack and wide.
    The pumpkin girl moved quickly, a stab, a slice, a score.
    And Wolfie died before his head had time to reach the floor.
    And now, instead of night-time walks whilst wearing her red cloak,
    The pumpkin girl strides proudly in her lovely, grey wolf coat.

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      Jaimie Hunter said:
      October 2, 2022 at 11:44 am

      Love this! So well done.

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      Michelle S Kennedy said:
      October 2, 2022 at 12:54 pm

      Love the nod to Red Riding Hood! Very clever!

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      msaraiva004 said:
      October 2, 2022 at 4:10 pm

      I love the way the predator became the prey. Awesome switch. Also, the detail of the cloak and coat at the end was genius.

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      Jennifer Weingardt said:
      October 2, 2022 at 6:40 pm

      Love this! What a great twist at the end.

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      Lindsey LeBlanc said:
      October 2, 2022 at 7:07 pm

      This is absolutely fantastic!! Love, love, love!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 7, 2022 at 3:20 pm

      Wow! You did a great job! Love the twist! Nice!

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      Thelia Hutchinson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 2:08 pm

      Love this!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 4:36 pm

      Oh. I LOVE THIS. Her mouth a slash of stitches, the grin cut slack and wide. The pumpkin girl moved quickly, a stab, a slice, a score. So good!! @mowrex (Twitter)

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      christinashawnbooks said:
      November 2, 2022 at 4:36 pm

      This is awesome! I loved everything about it. Well done!

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    Stephanie Mena said:
    October 2, 2022 at 11:00 am

    I am not sure I entered. My screen never went to SUBMIT. How can I make sure HALLOWEEN PERCEPTIONS i\is submitted correctly?

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      Chayala Nachum said:
      October 2, 2022 at 12:57 pm

      It should be in the Google doc of entries below the form if it’s in. Good luck!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 7, 2022 at 3:18 pm

      I’m seeing this now, Stephanie. I hope you got it figured out. I had the same trouble, but finally got it to work. I’m not even sure how.

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        Stephanie Mena said:
        October 7, 2022 at 3:56 pm

        👍

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    danicarab655a30182 said:
    October 2, 2022 at 10:21 am

    Never Look into The Shadows -199

    “Never look into the shadows.” Mother warned. “For if you do, monsters will come out and follow you home.”

    But the sun is sinking rapidly, and I haven’t made it back.

    A lump grows larger in my throat. My knuckles turn white with fear!

    “Don’t look into the shadows.”

    I can almost see my house!

    “Don’t look into the shadows.”

    Just one more block to go!

    “Don’t look into the shadows.”

    There’s a rustle by the ally.

    My heartbeat thumbs loader.

    There’s a crash next to the cans.

    I jump and quicken my step.

    There’s a shrieking cry behind the lamp post…

    And I glanced for just a moment.

    It leaps straight at me.

    A streak of blackness flies through the air.

    It lands hissing triumphantly into the night.

    A tattered and mangy cat.

    “Of course!” I thought.

    “It must have been battling the monsters lurking in the darkness.”

    My brave and valiant hero!

    I give it some crumbs from my pocket, pet its head and start to turn back.

    Swiftly, a chill shot straight up my spine.

    I realize what I have done.

    The sneaky feline is creeping behind me and this monster is now following me home.

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      Claudine said:
      October 2, 2022 at 1:34 pm

      Spooky. Great ending

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        danicara 333 said:
        October 22, 2022 at 10:45 pm

        Thanks 🙂

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 7, 2022 at 3:16 pm

      Love the spooky build up! Nice!

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        danicara 333 said:
        October 22, 2022 at 10:46 pm

        Awesome 👏 thanks

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        danicara 333 said:
        October 22, 2022 at 10:47 pm

        Yay 👏Awesome

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 9:09 am

      Never trust cats. Cute! I liked the repetition. “Don’t look into the shadows.”

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        danicara 333 said:
        October 22, 2022 at 10:53 pm

        Cool. Thanks!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 20, 2022 at 9:13 am

      Such a great creepy mood to this!

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        danicara 333 said:
        October 22, 2022 at 10:54 pm

        😈😈. Thanks

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 4:47 pm

      It’s just a kitty cat. It’ll be fine. I’m sure of it…I think? @mowrex (Twitter)

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        danicara 333 said:
        October 22, 2022 at 10:49 pm

        Yep… just cute harmless little cat 🐈‍⬛ 😼😈

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    amandashayne said:
    October 2, 2022 at 10:07 am

    Brushing Teeth Is the Worst
    Words by Amanda Shayne Aszman

    [Illo: Child is dressed as a vampire]

    Brushing teeth is the worst.

    You have to stop the cool thing you’re doing.

    Drag yourself to the bathroom.

    Brush in boring circles.

    Not too hard!

    And no skipping a fang.

    You even have to get the roof of your mouth. (They don’t call it a roof-of-mouth brush, you just have to know this stuff!)

    But I have a perfect plan.

    If I roll my lips in like this … then it’s almost like …

    “Pops! My teeth are missing. Guess I’ll forget about brushing.”

    “Guess we’ll forget about trick-or-treating too – can’t eat candy without teeth.”

    Aargh!

    I may not have thought this through.

    Halloween without crackling candies …

    Chewy chocolates …

    Melty mouthfuls …

    Halloween without treats!?

    NEVER!

    “Fang, my furry shadow. This is your moment.”

    [Illo: Child puts her vampire costume on her dog, Fang]

    “Go fetch us some candy!”

    [Illo: Neighbors give Fang nothing but dog treats; he gobbles them up and returns home]

    “Fang!!!”

    [Illo: Child must brush Fang’s teeth]

    Halloween with drooly jowls …

    Stinky breath …

    Treat-covered tongue …

    Yuck.

    I was wrong.

    Brushing doggy teeth is the worst!

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      Michelle S Kennedy said:
      October 2, 2022 at 12:53 pm

      Great job, Amanda! My favorite line- “melty mouthfuls!”

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      Lindsey LeBlanc said:
      October 2, 2022 at 7:09 pm

      This is so cute! I can totally picture the art to go with it!

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      seschipper said:
      October 4, 2022 at 11:06 pm

      So cute! 🙂

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 7, 2022 at 1:14 pm

      Adorable and a lot of fun!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 20, 2022 at 9:15 am

      So so cute!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 4:52 pm

      Live and learn, kiddo. There’s ALWAYS something worse. LOL! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Colleen said:
    October 2, 2022 at 9:04 am

    YOU DON’T KNOW ME
    By Colleen Fogarty

    You look at me
    And turn your back.
    You think I’m foolish
    Dressed in black.
    You, with your silky blond hair
    And bright blue eyes.
    You, everyone’s friend
    So witty and wise.

    You don’t know me.

    I like the way I look today.
    I know we differ in many ways.
    I see the world with different eyes.
    I’d like to think they’re just as wise.

    I know this dress is part disguise.
    I know the real me lies inside.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 7, 2022 at 1:13 pm

      I love this, Colleen! I know the real me lies inside! Nice!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 9:13 am

      Great message, I know the real me lies inside.

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 20, 2022 at 9:17 am

      I agree with others who quoted that last line. Golden!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 4:58 pm

      Judging a book by its cover is probably one of the worst mistakes someone can make. We would all be better for it. @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Dina Hodara-Bono said:
    October 2, 2022 at 8:12 am

    Bamboozle
    By Dina Hodara

    Howdy, Pardner!
    Sit a spell and I’ll tell ‘bout Bamboozle the Warlock.
    He was prickly as a cactus, and sneaky as a snake.
    Every Halloween he played tricks on unsuspectin’ folks.
    He loved scaring people to death – literally – by changing into an animal, then poppin’ up on ‘em.
    Poor Clarice…he hid in her boot as a bat – when he flew out, she was a goner…
    Kirby didn’t stand a chance when Bamboozle scuttled out of his banjo as a scorpion.
    The townsfolk tried to run Bamboozle out of town, but his magic was too powerful.
    That’s when they called me – Jim Thorpe, the bounty hunter.
    I was savvy to Bamboozle’s secret – the magical stones he wore around his neck gave him power.
    Trouble was, he never took ‘em off.
    I hatched a plan with Nita, the cook, she made the tastiest grub in town.
    She fed him a feast, then he slept like a bear.
    I snuck in while he snored.
    Just as I thought I nabbed the stones, he flashed grizzly teeth and roared.
    Afeared, I jumped through the window and landed in this tub.
    Some say he’s still out there…
    Careful, or he’ll get you too!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 4, 2022 at 8:51 am

      He’s been Bamboozled! Dagnabbit!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 7, 2022 at 1:10 pm

      Great Halloween story! A fun read!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 20, 2022 at 9:19 am

      My favorite line “Prickly as a cactus and sneaky as a snake.” Great voice!

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    Jamie Donahoe said:
    October 2, 2022 at 2:41 am

    Deep Clean for Halloween
    by Jamie Donahoe

    “Bath time!” Grandma called

    “Let’s get you two rascals into the tub. Remember to use Body Wash!! Scrub-a-dub. I want those bones of yours clean!”

    The two boys dutifully came in from playing in the leaves, discarded their muddy clothes and boots, and trudged up the stairs to the bathroom.

    Liam carefully added six drops of Pumpkin Spice Body Wash to the water and clambered into the old fashioned bath tub. His brother landed next to him with a plop and a splash. They scrubbed gently and then harder. The dirt of their day floated away.

    They scrubbed and scrubbed, and scrubbed some more. They giggled as their skin sloughed off and dissolved in the murky water. The boys scrubbed even more deeply. The more they scrubbed, the more muscles, tendons and organs all fell away, swirling and turning the bathwater into a molten mess.

    When they were as clean as clean could be, they climbed out of the tub, toweled off and clunked down the stairs where Grandma waited.

    “There you are, my handsome bundles of bones! It’s so nice to see the real you again. Happy Halloween!!”

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      Lindsey LeBlanc said:
      October 2, 2022 at 7:19 pm

      What a great twist! This is so fun!

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      Patricia Finnegan said:
      October 4, 2022 at 9:18 am

      I knew these two rascals would end up as skeletons, but never saw what Grandma said coming – What an unexpected and funny twist:-)

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 7, 2022 at 1:05 pm

      This is so cute! Love the ending!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 22, 2022 at 11:21 am

      Great description in this and I love the last line!

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    Kevin Brughelli said:
    October 2, 2022 at 1:42 am

    HALLOWEEN PICTURE
    by Kevin Brughelli
    image #1

    A Halloween picture
    is easy for me:
    I peek out my window
    and paint what I see.

    The view’s not delightful,
    not cozy, not quaint.
    Quite frankly, it’s frightful
    but perfect to paint.

    A Hunter’s Moon is rising,
    a beacon bold and bright.
    It’s casting creepy shadows
    in eerie, orange-ish light.

    A tree, once struck by lightning,
    is split, yet still it stands,
    with branches stretching downward,
    like twisted, tangled hands.

    A scarecrow looks forlorn
    with straw-stuffed clothing torn.
    He’s perched upon with scorn
    by crows that crunch his corn.

    A hand-carved, hollow pumpkin,
    whose sleepless eyes are red,
    is scary like the legendary
    Headless Horseman’s head.

    A wicked witch with warts,
    a crazy, cackling loon,
    is hunched astride her broom
    while sweeping past the moon.

    A cat beside a cauldron,
    whose green concoction churns,
    is swatting rotting bubbles
    until the witch returns.

    A spiny, spotted spider,
    a stealthy, stalking strider,
    is catching crawling critters
    to slurp their guts like cider.

    I’ve painted lots of pictures,
    the same, unchanging scene:
    around my spooky village,
    it’s always Halloween.

    My father [Frankenstein’s monster] hoists a platform,
    which keeps us safe from falls,
    and helps me hang my pictures
    upon our castle’s walls.

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      Lindsey LeBlanc said:
      October 2, 2022 at 7:22 pm

      Love the rhyme!! “Crows that crunch his corn” is such a great line!

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        Kevin Brughelli said:
        October 3, 2022 at 12:44 am

        Thank you, Lindsey

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      Melanie Manzer Kyer said:
      October 2, 2022 at 10:03 pm

      Love the rhyme here– you paint some great pictures!

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        Kevin Brughelli said:
        October 3, 2022 at 12:45 am

        Thank you, Lindsey – if only I could paint with paint!

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          Kevin Brughelli said:
          October 3, 2022 at 12:46 am

          * Melanie

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 7, 2022 at 11:33 am

      Wow! You painted the perfect Halloween imagery!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 22, 2022 at 11:23 am

      I love the images you describe in your spooky village.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 22, 2022 at 5:05 pm

      Love this imagery you’ve created here. I can see it all. Good luck! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Yara Flores said:
    October 2, 2022 at 1:31 am

    Jackie Light, Jackie Bright

    “Line up! Family coming through!” the warehouse foreman’s voice echoed through the endless rows of illuminated Jack-o-lanterns stacked floor to ceiling.

    Jackie’s pulp grew queasy. Having been at the warehouse since September, she didn’t understand why families always walked right by her. Her expiration date was approaching, so she’d been lowered to the dreaded bottom shelf. As her rind softened, her chances of adorning a front porch were vanishing.

    She felt obscure amongst the bigger, brighter and scarier Jack-o-lanterns adorned with elongated fangs, scowling eyeballs and rictus grins.

    With a simple smile and two round hollows for eyes, Jackie didn’t instill fear in anyone. Still, a glimmer of hope grew in her as a pair of shiny black heels approached. Click-click.

    “This one,” a voice declared.

    Jackie was careful to control her excitement, afterall, she’d been contemplated once before, but, ultimately, placed back on the shelf.

    “You sure, ma’am? That one’s on clearance. Gettin’ a lil soft”

    “It’s perfect for us!” the confident voice responded, lifting Jackie up. “You see, my little Alma is a gentle soul. She won’t tolerate anything scary.”

    That night, sweet Jackie glowed a little brighter on Alma’s porch, illuminating the night with her sweet light.

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      Lindsey LeBlanc said:
      October 2, 2022 at 7:23 pm

      Aww this is sweet! I love Jackie! Perfect title, too 🙂

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 9:20 am

      This is lovely!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 16, 2022 at 3:50 pm

      Sweet and beautiful!

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      Debbie Austin said:
      October 22, 2022 at 11:26 am

      Ah, this is perfect for those who prefer sweet over scary.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 23, 2022 at 1:54 pm

      This story is perfect for the little ones. I love it, nice job! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Lauren Harris said:
    October 2, 2022 at 1:14 am

    Through the Autumn Woods
    Inspired by Fall- Credit: John Mccann for Unsplash

    From the playground I come to the long path through the autumn woods.
    In spring, this way is green and bright. Now it is shadowy and dim.
    As I walk home, the tall trees lean and cry, dripping red leaves.
    My heart beats faster, my feet pick up speed. Is someone behind me?
    The dusky trees moan and sigh, “Yes, yes.”
    Dead branches reach for my feet as I crunch through drifts of brown leaves.
    I begin to run. Will I reach the end?
    But I remember these trees and this path. I feel safe.
    I slow down. My heart is calm. I listen.
    The golden trees breathe and murmur, drizzling me with honeyed leaves.
    Are they talking to me?
    The velvety trees whisper soft words:
    “Feel comfort and peace this season. Soon we sleep in winter. See you in spring.”

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      Jessica Reed said:
      October 2, 2022 at 11:18 am

      Well done! I love your “dripping red leaves” imagery. I can feel the fear and the calm.

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 2, 2022 at 11:57 am

      I wish we could all sleep in winter and wake in spring. Good luck!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 7, 2022 at 10:31 am

      I love this! Great tension before the calm.

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 23, 2022 at 1:57 pm

      You took us full circle on a seasonal ride. Good job! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Tonnye Fletcher said:
    October 1, 2022 at 11:50 pm

    Scarlett and the Flute

    The path through the woods
    stretched before her,
    littered with leaf confetti
    in a thousand shades of autumn.
    Biscuits and apple butter
    Hid under the red gingham cloth
    Covering the basket.

    Scarlett skipped, then slowed.
    She craned her head to hear . . .
    a flute?

    A shadow danced ahead.
    Then, disappeared.
    What was that?

    Music again.
    Chilling, haunting music.
    It was calling her.
    Stay on the path.
    Grandmother’s House is not much further.

    The flute beckoned.
    She turned.
    Grandmother is waiting.

    She stepped off the path,
    Unable to resist
    The flute.

    Compelling, drawing . . .
    Eerie trills beckoning . . . .
    Soon, she was in the thick of the woods,
    With only the flute to guide her.
    Her name floated on the breeze
    With the melody.
    She followed the music,
    Step.
    By.
    Step. . .
    Note.
    By.
    Note. . .

    I must follow.
    No. . . .Grandmother . .

    The flute. . .

    A clearing.

    A wolf, playing. . .

    A flute.

    She dropped the basket.

    Goodbye, Scarlett

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      KarynCurtis said:
      October 4, 2022 at 3:33 pm

      Whoa, so creepy!

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      Cynthia said:
      October 4, 2022 at 3:38 pm

      Whoa! I was totally drawn in and then your ending took me by surprise! Beware of the wolf.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 7, 2022 at 10:28 am

      Love all the great imagery! Nice!

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      Yolimari Garcia said:
      October 7, 2022 at 5:18 pm

      Very good and dark!

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      eleanorannpeterson said:
      October 10, 2022 at 9:23 am

      Nice twist on Pied piper.

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    Nicole Garnett said:
    October 1, 2022 at 11:04 pm

    Just a Jack O’ Lantern
    By: Nicole Garnett

    A glowing light shines,
    just behind that wall.
    Then they all appear at once,
    and soon I feel quite small.

    All of them are carved, but still,
    no two are quite the same.
    They sit floor to ceiling,
    each blazing with a flame.

    There are glaring eyes,
    even teeth on some.
    I get a sinking feeling,
    then start to go numb.

    As I stare at each one,
    I see a small flicker.
    A face looking back,
    then hear a low snicker.

    I know that I should run,
    or find a place to hide.
    With no safe place in sight,
    I freeze big-eyed.

    “Don’t be so afraid”
    I say to myself.
    Just a jack o’ lantern,
    sitting on a shelf.

    As I take a deep breath-
    I feel a chill go down my back.
    And before I know it,
    they have all gone pitch black.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 7, 2022 at 10:26 am

      Love the tension and the spooky ending! Great Halloween story!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 23, 2022 at 2:05 pm

      Beware the jack o’ lanterns, they’re coming for you! Aaaaahhhh! Great tension. 🙂 @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Elizabeth Kalasinsky said:
    October 1, 2022 at 10:30 pm

    IN MY WOODS
    By Elizabeth Kalasinsky

    In my woods, no one tells me what to do.
    Trees never say, “Do your homework!”
    Birds never say, “Eat your veggies!”
    Spiders never say, “Keep your voice down!”
    Squirrels don’t care what I wear.
    Chipmunks don’t care that my hair is frizzy.
    In my woods, I can be anyone I want to be.
    Sometimes I’m an actress
    and the leaves become my stage.
    Sometimes I’m a witch
    and a branch becomes my magic wand.
    Sometimes I’m a Queen
    and a stone becomes my throne.
    In my woods, I can feel happy or mad or sad.
    The wind never says, “It was all your fault.”
    The sun never says, “You’ve no reason to cry.”
    In my woods, I am safe.
    I am free.
    I am me.

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      msaraiva004 said:
      October 2, 2022 at 4:26 pm

      I really enjoy this. I love the idea of having a safe space, and the nod to imaginative outdoor play. Great job!

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        Elizabeth Kalasinsky said:
        October 2, 2022 at 6:54 pm

        Thank you!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 7, 2022 at 10:24 am

      I love this! Nature is such a great friend! Nice!

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        Elizabeth Kalasinsky said:
        October 7, 2022 at 2:46 pm

        Thank you!

        Elizabeth

        Sent from my iPad

        >

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 23, 2022 at 2:13 pm

      This is a beautiful blend of nature appreciation and and natural expression. Two thumbs up! @mowrex (Twitter)

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        Elizabeth Kalasinsky said:
        October 23, 2022 at 2:46 pm

        Thank you!

        Elizabeth

        Sent from my iPad

        >

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    Andrew said:
    October 1, 2022 at 10:17 pm

    Bath Bomb

    By Andrew Blackburn

    It’s been a long day, and you need to unwind. What better way than a relaxing bath?

    There’s no one home. No one will be for a very, very long time.

    So, go ahead. Run a bath. Make the water just the right temperature. Not warm enough? No problem. You’ve got all the time in the world.

    It’s time to climb in. Slide into the warm water, and say goodbye to your worries. Say goodbye. Let it melt away. Feel yourself start to melt away. Say goodbye. Feel yourself start to melt…

    How about a bath bomb? Drop it right into the water. Soon, you’ll be surrounded by bubbles and the sweetest, most amazing smell. You’ll forget your stress and start thinking about nothing in the world except those bubbles. You’ll wish you never had to smell any other smell for the rest of your life.

    Ready to get out? What’s your hurry? Think about the amazing smells. The relaxing bubbles. How it’s suddenly so very hard to move your arms or legs. Think about the relaxing bubbles. Try your hardest to think about the bubbles.

    Have you ever experienced a moment so wonderful, you wish it could last forever?

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      Katie Schwartz said:
      October 1, 2022 at 10:51 pm

      Ha, ha, love the way your story unfolds! You kind of know something bad’s going to happen, but you don’t know when or where. Kept me on edge – good job!

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      msaraiva004 said:
      October 2, 2022 at 4:37 pm

      Well, that just put the concept of the bath bomb in a different light. Awesome creativity.

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 16, 2022 at 3:43 pm

      Love the imagery! I could feel all my worries melting away!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 23, 2022 at 2:21 pm

      This is not going to end well. GET. OUT. @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Jennifer Lowe said:
    October 1, 2022 at 9:28 pm

    Identity Crisis
    by Jen Lowe
    (166 words, inspired by image #1)

    The children, they stacked me one by one.
    Big,
    mid,
    and small.
    I’m ready!
    For snowball fights,
    and chilly nights,
    mugs of hot chocolate too!
    For I am a snowman and—

    WHAT? I’m NOT a snowman?
    Right. I knew that.

    Um…

    The farmers, they stacked me one by one.
    Carefully curated,
    three
    heads
    tall.
    I’m ready!
    For stern gazes,
    and “GET OUT!” phrases,
    no bird poo, too!
    For I am a scarecrow, and—

    HUH? I’m NOT a scarecrow?
    Of course. (I was only joking.)

    Let’s see…

    Abominable Gourdperson?
    No.

    Jack O’Robot?
    Nope.

    Alien Pumpkin from outer space?
    Absolutely not!

    Sigh.
    I know not who I am.

    I gaze at the sky,
    watch the clouds part…

    Of course!

    The Moon,
    she stacked me one by one,
    with careful help from little ones
    creeping here and there.
    I’m ready!
    I shine,
    an eerie orange glow.
    I’ll give you a treat (and maybe a fright!),
    for I am the Spirit of Halloween Night.
    I feel it in my soul!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 16, 2022 at 3:39 pm

      This is so cute, Jen!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 23, 2022 at 2:27 pm

      I’m glad they finally found themselves. 🙂 Whew! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Thelia Hutchinson said:
    October 1, 2022 at 9:12 pm

    This is awesome!

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    Britani Hinton said:
    October 1, 2022 at 9:10 pm

    Glowing Light
    By Britani Hinton

    3
    Pumpkins glowing bright
    The delight they ignite

    4/5
    Children ready to roam
    Disguised as they leave home

    6/7
    Spirits floating along
    Spooky sounds in their song

    8/9
    Monsters stomp
    Party dancers romp

    10/11
    Trick or treaters on the go
    Howling winds continue to blow

    12/13
    Pumpkin light begins to flicker
    Children continue to run and snicker

    14/15
    Skeletons shake and rattle
    Leaves roll down the street, tittle-tattle

    16/17
    Flying witches cackling
    Glowing embers crackling

    18/19
    Black cats howl
    Followed by a hooting owl

    20/21
    Creepy crawling critters
    Moonlight sparkles and glitters

    22/23
    Pumpkin shimmers growing dim
    Haunted house visits on a whim

    24/25
    Bellowing zombies trample
    Kids stealing a candy sample

    26/27
    Bats swooping and soaring
    Creepy graveyard exploring

    28/29
    Creaking stairs to the door
    Heavy footsteps on the floor

    30/31
    Emptying streets
    Families counting their treats

    32
    The pumpkin glow is gone
    Children tucked in with a long yawn

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 16, 2022 at 3:37 pm

      Adorable and fun!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 23, 2022 at 2:31 pm

      What a delightful description of Halloween night. I enjoyed this! @mowrex (Twitter)

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    Katie Schwartz said:
    October 1, 2022 at 9:03 pm

    SLIM’S LAST CHANCE AT THE SUNSET SALOON
    By Katie Schwartz
    Word count – 199
    Inspired by photo # 2

    Slim left before dawn. “I’ll be walking for miles
    before I find friends. Kindred spirits. With smiles.”

    A sign: WELCOME WANDERERS – living or dead.
    TOMBSTONE – A GHOST TOWN. One mile ahead.

    Slim snap-popped along – shaking dust from his feet
    Ghoul tunes on his iPod, he bopped to the beat.

    Yee-owch! Boogie blisters! (They quickly congealed).
    “I made it to Main Street!” His eyeballs were peeled.

    Swissshh-something hovered. Slim called “Are you there?”
    Just whooshing and wisping, like mist in the air.

    Creaking, he crept down the cobblestone street.
    “A tub! Just in time, I am dead on my feet.”

    He fit – but just barely. So stiff…he got stuck.
    Sometime in the night he ran plumb out of luck.

    It was his time….he departed with grace.
    Reclining, at peace. See the smile on his face?

    New friends came to mourn him – what Slim wanted most.
    He was loved! And he rose, a new spirit. A ghost!

    TOMBSTONE – new sign:

    We’ve ghosts-yes we do! But they’re totally sweet.
    They float and they giggle. So go down the street.

    The spookiest sight’s at The Sunset Saloon.
    Slim’s bones – in the tub. Outshining the moon.

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      Jill Lambert said:
      October 1, 2022 at 10:46 pm

      You perfectly captured the old west flavor needed for this photo, weaving in Halloween elements with an evergreen quest for friendship AND with perfect rhyme and meter! Fantastic, Katie!

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      Michelle S Kennedy said:
      October 2, 2022 at 12:59 pm

      Love this! “Slim snap-popped along….’ So fun, I can totally picture this in my head. So fun!

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      jillburns7 said:
      October 16, 2022 at 2:54 pm

      Cute, clever, and a lot of fun! Nice!

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        Katie Schwartz said:
        November 1, 2022 at 12:17 pm

        Thank you Jill!

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      wordwritermo said:
      October 23, 2022 at 2:36 pm

      It’s Halloween themed, but not scary. It’s fun and even a little sweet. Nice work, Katie! @mowrex (Twitter)

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        Katie Schwartz said:
        November 1, 2022 at 12:17 pm

        Thank you!

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    Laura Bower said:
    October 1, 2022 at 8:48 pm

    OLD MAN

    There is this place off of the highway,
    If you blink you might miss it.
    Right there, at the stop sign, a man and an old lady live.
    They like to sit on their front porch and wave.
    They open their home and serve breakfast to the people who pass by.
    As a young girl, whenever we would stop at the sign, that old man and lady would be there. Sitting.
    And smiling.
    They would always wave to me.
    As a child, I remember waving back
    and smiling.

    The other day I was passing through town.
    It has been a while since I’ve been here.
    A lot of things had changed, except for that house.
    That old man was on the porch.
    He was alone.
    I heard that his wife had passed away.

    I waved at the old man.
    The old man waved back.
    He wasn’t smiling.
    In the front yard, there was a skeleton. It was in an old bathtub.
    The skeleton looked like it was laughing.

    So I drove away
    smiling.