Sunday, October 28, 2012

Spooktoberfest


And we have arrived at the Spooktoberfest blog hop. Five manditory words:
Jack-o-lanter
Ghost
Razor
Cauldron
Cobweb
One spooky less than 300 word flash fiction piece. 

So, here is mine:

The cobwebs hang from the bookcase like a sweater begging to be tried on. If they were fake, they’d be charming. Instead, their ghost-like wisps send shivers. I know this place is haunted. The jack-o-lanterns we’d carved when I was seven are still here, preserved like we’d done them yesterday, rather than years ago.
Taking a deep breath, I wander the house I’d lived in.
“We have to cook the seeds first! Otherwise the witches will come and put you in their cauldron and cook you for dinner!” My mother scolded.
“How would they find me?” I challenged, chomping away at the uncooked pumpkin seeds.
“The seeds give signals…”
I shake my head and push the image away. It wasn’t the witches that found us. It was my father.
Outside, a twig snaps. My bones freeze. I can’t breathe.
I beg the ghosts, “Please make me invisible, protect me.”
A breeze floats through the curtains, and the door bursts open. He’s here, wild, drunk.
I’m frozen, a statue to be shattered. There’s nowhere to hide.
His line of vision meets my eyes, but it’s like he’s looking through me. He stumbles through what used to be the living room, and I back myself against the counter, hands frantically pawing for anything to use. A cool razor blade, the kind you’d use to cut open a taped box with, finds its way into my hands. I step forward, toward the monster rather than freedom.
As I raise my hand to strike, the man trips, and falls. A small trickle of blood escapes his mouth. Please let him have hit his head hard enough to have brain damage, I pray again.
Beside his crumpled body, I drop my weapon and venture into the night.
Who says miracles don’t happen on Halloween?

18 comments:

  1. Great descriptions! Murder on Halloween - totally fitting.

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  2. In this short piece, I found myself loving the interaction between the mother and daughter! This sounds like the makings of a great novella. Nice work!

    Thanks for participating in our blogfest. :D

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    1. When I was little, my mom used to threaten to sell me to gypsies. I think that's why I worked that in :)

      The blogfest rocked! Awesome job!

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  3. Nice descriptions! I love the cobwebs hanging like a sweater. Very cool. I'm a new follower btw. It's nice to meet you!

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    1. Nice to meet you, too! Thanks for stopping by!

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  4. Hey Lynn(e)!
    Great work. This is so ballsy to put your work out there like that! Just wanted to stop by and say hey. Also, I'm running a Steampunk giveaway over at my blog if you're intersted ;)
    Hope you have a great week!
    Ninja Girl

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    1. Thanks for the heads up! Totally stopped over!

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  5. See, I knew you wouldn't disappoint!! So she ate the pumpkin seed without it being cooked? Gross! Love the visions; like I was there. Some intensity! It's a re-read.

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    1. I honestly think I used to do that when I was a kiddo, because I didn't know they were supposed to be :) Thanks for the compliments :)

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  6. Interesting juxtaposition of the mother's whimsical warning and the intense and dangerous paternal encounter. Disturbingly well done!
    Mina's Resurrection Blogfest!

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  7. great scary story! esp like the fitful ending!

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