Posts tagged ‘halloween’

Okay I have been busy

Yeah I know, I should have been writing, should have been paying attention but well I have been busy. So how about a drabble for the wonderful holiday just past?

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Walk with the Pumpkins

By Lisa Williamson

Come with me, my little friends, along the pathway of flickering light. See the pumpkins all lined up in the dark. Stay on that path, children, for there are dangers in the dark. Ghosts, goblins, vampires and devils will grab you if you don’t stay where you are told.

What? They don’t exist? They are just stories told by parents to make you behave? Go ahead, step off the path. I dare you to do it. Oh now you won’t try it? Then how about I just blow out these lights and show you what really hides in the dark?

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Seasonal Drabble: The Pupkin King

Here I sit in the field, waiting for the moon to rise. In lonely splendor I glow a brilliant orange. Forgotten by those hunting for their special perfect round one, I am more than they know. See the moon rises and so do I. I slowly push up from the ground, my roots tearing from the soil that nourished me. I stand and a grin breaks across my face. A eerie glow filling the field from my eyes. It is Halloween and it is my time now. The night when magic rises and I am once again the Pumpkin King.

Halloween Anthologies! Here they come!

Yup, Friday is one of the best days of the year. Halloween will be upon us in under five days! If like me you love good little tales based around the season, well I have a collection for you! Okay this is only one of the new anthologies I am a part of that will be out this week but as it is the first one up and ready for sale I thought I would post it up

Ode to Autumn – Season of Change, is a collection of stories and poetry from 18 different writers (me being one!) The tales are not all Halloween but that is fine. Autumn is a great time of year here in the north country. So if you want to read something scary, funny, dark, bright or just plain good, why not pick up this anthology. My tale, is in there but you have to read them all. You never know you might find a new indie author that you HAVE to read.

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You can pick it up here:

http://www.amazon.com/Ode-Autumn~-Season-Change-ebook/dp/B00ORXAO48/

I have even put together a website for our group of writers. If you would like to know more about the fabulously talented writers of this group please go here:

http://wordsmythwriters.weebly.com/

Halloween Drabbles

Yup it is that time.  The creepy, cold and dark day that we all enjoy so much.  As a part of the day I have written a few drabbles just for today.  The First is The Pumpkin King

Let me come to you, through the wall that separates us.  Can’t you see me pressing through the white walls, through the hole I broke in the paint.  I press my eye to the opening and whisper your name.  Why don’t you see me?  Why don’t you hear me?  I am trapped between the walls, trying to fight my way free.

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Yeah I know an image would have been great but do you really need to see him?

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Death on a Bridge

I sit on the bridge, my cloak beside me.  So many have run from my touch, afraid of what I bring.  For my touch is cold and the last you will feel.  When darkness falls I will have to pick up my mask once more but for now I sit and enjoy the flow of water and the feel of wind on my skin.

 

So leave me be if you see me.  Let me relax from my endless rounds, for Death will come to you soon enough.  Let me enjoy wind and I will let you live one more night.

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Walled in

Let me come to you, through the wall that separates us.  Can’t you see me pressing through the white walls, through the hole I broke in the paint.  I press my eye to the opening and whisper your name.  Why don’t you see me?  Why don’t you hear me?  I am trapped between the walls, trying to fight my way free.  Help me, please help me!  I am trapped inside the wall.  Why can’t I get free, why are you bringing that toward me? No don’t!  Don’t seal me in.  Oh god don’t seal me into the wall oh please.

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Tried to make this one creepy but I am not sure it was.

Some new excerpts.

Yesterday I said I would put up some excerpts from my new works.  So why not right?

First one from Possibilities, a new story in a new series for me

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He walked into the bar and looked about.  The room was much like many he had been in, small, dark and smoky.  This late there weren’t too many filling the tables and booths and he almost stepped back out to try a better spot but he spotted a woman in the shadows at the back of the bar.

 

A slow smile slid over a face that many would call handsome.  Strong cheekbones covered with bronzed skin under eyes that seemed to hold secrets with a simple glance.  He ran a hand through the raven locks to both settle them and to emphasize the muscles in his arm.  He was a fine specimen of a man, or so he appeared.

 

He nodded to the barkeep, lifting two fingers and gesturing toward the table in the back.  “Two of whatever she is drinking, Bobby.”

 

The barkeep snorted and shook his head.  “I wouldn’t if I were you Jimmy.  There is some bad juju around the woman sitting there.”  The beads at the ends of his braids clacked softly.

 

“Bad juju?”  Jimmy rolled his eyes and smiled.  “Well I doubt she has even seen anything like me my friend.”

 

Bobby poured him two fingers of Jamison’s into two glasses and passed them over.  “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”  He went back to his magazine, ignoring the curious look that was tossed his way.

 

Jimmy shook his head, sighed, then pasted on his patented come-hither smile and headed toward the woman in the back.  He had no idea what Bobby was talking about but now more than just his curiosity drew him to the woman.

 

Sitting in the shadows, Patty watched as the man chatted up the bartender.  Tall and handsome was to be expected of course.  She had yet to see one who wasn’t, these men who hit up the bars trolling for women.  He had an aura that would have the women falling into his lap like panting dogs.  She hid her smile and leaned forward as he came toward her, making sure that her cleavage was on display for him.  She had been told just what she needed to do to get attention and this part of the game was always fun.

 

Jimmy smiled as he noticed the lovely redhead leaning forward.  His eyes went first to the deep v of her shirt.  It was obvious that this woman knew she had a nice set of breasts and was more than willing to use them to catch attention.  No need for a pick up line here, which made him grin.  He really hated the silly words that so many seemed to need.

 

He slid into the bench across from his goal and smiled as he held up the two glasses of amber nectar.  “Care for a refill?”

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That will be part of the Dark Games series of short stories.  Next we have a little bit from the next Mythos of Love short story, Rebirth

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Gentle black clad arms held her till the world stopped spinning.  The room was dark and close and Lydia shuddered as she took a slow, deep breath.  The last thing she could remember was the wind in her hair as she drove her classic 1977 Oldsmobile Omega Brougham through the Berkshires.  The scent of the trees filled her senses one minute and the next it seemed she was here, wherever here was.

 

She took a series of slow breaths, trying to clear her head.  “Lydia?”  The deep voice caressed her skin and helped her focus.  She felt she should know that voice but placing it was hard.  She looked down, surprised that she was dressed in all white.  Fur, feathers and leather covered her arms and beneath her arms she focused on his hands.  They were strong looking with long fingers.  She kept looking at those hands, almost afraid to look up.

 

“What happened?”

 

Malcolm smiled at the fear in her whisper.  This woman had no reason to be afraid.  She was so much more than she knew but he understood.  “You transitioned.”  He continued.  “It will take time but you will remember sweet one.”  He brushed his lips across her temple.  “Breath for me, slowly.”  He moved one hand to her lower back and rubbed softly.

 

Lydia looked up into his face, seeing more clearly as each moment passed.  His eyes held hers.  Of a deep black, they promised secrets if only she looked deep enough.  She took a long deep breath and pulled her eyes from his to see the rest of his features.  Those oh so deep eyes were ringed by thick, dark lashes that would do a model proud.  His brows arched evenly below a clear broad forehead.  His cheeks were high and his nose was sharp but stopped just short of a beak.  His jaw was firm and finely dusted with the dark shadow of beard.  Not a full beard but the kind she thought you would see on those actors trying to be edgy.

 

She kept darting her eyes around and he watched as her brows drew together in puzzlement.  He lifted his other hand up to lightly brush his thumb over her cheek.  She unconsciously leaned into that caress, her liquid brown eyes closing as if she was taking comfort from his touch.  “That’s right, relax love. Let the memories come.”

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I should have the covers for these two done by the end of the week (I hope)

And finally why not a little tease from my submission to the next Wordsmyth Halloween anthologiy?

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Jessica couldn’t decide if she should be excited or scared.  Here was the proof she had been looking for.  The legend of Mary Blood had been that you would see her only on the road outside the cemetery but Jessica had been convinced that the random sightings of the woman in red was also Mary.  She kept the camera on the spirit and stepped forward.  “This is amazing,” she whispered.

 

The ghost shook her head at the silly young woman.  “You really should turn off your device and go home, child.  He doesn’t like trespasser here on this night.”  She stepped forward, the heels of her shoes making a distinct clicking noise as she did.  “Let’s get you out of here before He arrives.”

 

Jessica turned, keeping the camera on Mary and tried to question her.  “Mary, why are you here?  What kept you here?”

 

The ghost let out a big sigh as she herded Jessica.  “Wasn’t my choice dearie.  Family curse and all that.”  Step by step she moved Jessica toward the break in the stonewall.  Getting the girl outside of the boundary of the cemetery was important, more important than answering silly questions.

 

“The Curse?”  Jessica grew even more excited.  There were legends of a curse and now she would have proof.   Her professor would have to take her seriously.  The documentation was rather thin on the history of Blood cemetery.  The only documented possible ghost was Abel Blood but he was rather boring.  A staunch Christian man who had no skeletons in his closet so to speak.  Mary was from over a hundred years later than Abel Blood.

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Took the legends from two different cemetery’s where I grew up and came up with what I hope is a scarier story than last years fun piece.

A new Halloween story…I hope

I am having a crisis of the writing kind.  Too many story beginnings but not enough story finishes.  This little tale will be part of my submission to this years Halloween short story collection…I hope!

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Cemetery Games

by Lisa Williamson

Every town has a built in ghost story.  Legends of things that go bump in the night or scary old abandoned house fill the stories that the teenagers tell each other as the year comes down toward its end.  Just outside of Dunstable, Mass is one such place.

Teenagers from miles around dare each other to spend the night in the Blood Cemetery.  The legend is that the tiny cemetery is where the infamous Captain Blood, pirate king was buried.  Any night when the sky is clear a handful of teens will wander down and do their best to scare each other with spooky sounds and popping up from behind tombstones.  Most of them get through the night with nothing more than another teen startling them but there are night that keep the legend alive.

 

“Come on Jessica.  This is so lame.”  The pretty redhead let out a heavy, put on sigh.  “We should just pack it in.  Jimmy’s party should be in full swing now.”  She started back toward the break in the wall around the graveyard.

 

Jessica shook her head, keeping her eyes on the infared camera screen.  “You promised, Kelly.”  While she was dressed warmly and comfortably, Kelly had showed up in a costume.  At twenty she was still more a kid than an adult but Jessica had hoped that by agreeing she would be helpful.  She studied the screen intently, mostly ignoring her best friend.  There was something here, she could feel it.

Kelly rolled her eyes, playing with the tail of the costume she was dressed in.  “I know but come on.”  She waved a hand vaguely at the small graveyard.  “Look at this place, its just so old school.  I doubt there is anything here for you to film.”  She turned and pointed at a single stone that was glowing softly in the darkness.  “Like come on!  Some one obviously came here earlier and spray painted some luminescent paint on that stone.”  She snorted and started to stomp off again.

Jessica turned, keeping her camera focused as best she could.  “I’m getting a temp drop over there Kel.  Give me…”

“No.  I came out here with you but this is just too lame.  I’m going to the party.  If you want to be some type of Parapsychologist/ghost hunter go right ahead but I have a life.”  She stopped suddenly and started to stutter.  “Je…Jes…Jessica,” she pointed and then made a dash for the road.

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And that is all you get to see.  All I can say is I hope it finishes up soon!

Halloween Pranks and Mischief cover and book trailer