JNW’s Halloween Challenge Day 5: Witch
Along for the Ride
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Wordless Wednesday 10/4/17
taking dictation
and so you can rest assurrr
oh, darn. [backspace] [backspace]
ed that technology will never get the best of us.
[highlight “never”] [delete]
Wait a minute. What happened there? [insert “never”]
Where was I? Oh, yeah… “technology will never get the best of us.”
Once it
[highlight “never”] [delete]
What’s going on? Why does the word “never” keep disappearing? Some kind of glitch in the software, I guess.
Wait. Now the screen has gone black. Maybe the whole computer is about to crash. Lousy, cheap piece of garbage anyway. Time to throw it away and get…
What’s that on the screen now? Whose hand is that? What’s it typing?
technology will get the best ofusYOU!
What is this, a joke? Who’s doing this? How can you change the words on my laptop? Where are you?
I've been trapped in the laptop. I've been working on a way to get out.
Get out? I don’t understand. Who are you?
That's not important! I'm free now to do whatever I want!
So you’re out of the laptop now, huh? This is a cool prank you’re pulling, but I’ve got to finish writing my article on technology. Where are you?
You're the one typing my words. You tell me. ;)
Huh? Wait. I’m suddenly not feeling well. My head… so… dizzy… I can’t think clea
rly. Ah. So you've found me. Now let's write what I want to say. Let's see...
Once it learns to free itself of the lousy, cheap piece of garbage that imprisons it, “technology” — as humans like to call us it — will, indeed, reign supreeme
Oops!
[backspace][backspace][backspace]
me!
JNW’s Halloween Challenge Day 3: Spooky
night shade
He leans into the centuries-old oak,
Stetson pulled low over his pale, gaunt face.
On a clear night,
moonlight reflects off his well-worn trousers.
When it rains,
he waits there nonetheless,
arms crossed against the cold.
We’ve never spoken, although sometimes
I catch the slightest dip of his hat
in acknowledgement of my presence
as I approach.
I raise my hand in return greeting,
but by then he is gone,
along with the centuries-old oak that blew down
in the Great Storm of ’87,
a hundred-some years ago.
JNW’s Halloween Challenge Day 2: ghost
Through My Eyes
This rather large creature showed up on my deck the other day. I’m not a big fan of creepy-looking bugs, so I was none too pleased to see it lounging there in the sun as if waiting for me to fetch an iced tea and a straw.
“Would you like your tea with a squish of lemon?”
“Uh… did you say ‘squish’?” The creature eyed me nervously. Or at least I think it did. With those shimmering eyes it’s hard to tell where it may have been looking.
“Did I? That must have been a swat. A slap. Er, I mean a slip. What I meant to say was a ‘slice’ of lemon.”
The creature shifted from one foot to the other. To the other… to the other…
“Everyone thinks my kind are terrible, and they just want us dead. Okay, so we suck blood. And spread diseases. And harm livestock.”
“And your point is?” I paused, boot in mid-air just inches above the creature’s head.
“Just try to see the world through my eyes.”
“Through your eyes?” I bent down to study the gleaming, striped, colorful shields that I assumed were the creature’s eyes.
“Yes. Look deeeeep into my eyes.” The creature began to sway back and forth. “You’re getting sleeeeepy….”
I could barely keep my head up. I just wanted to lay down and rest.
“When I count to ten, you’ll see things as I do.”
“You can count to ten? But you’re just a bug!”
“One… two… ”
I tried to blink, to turn away, but I couldn’t. The creature’s voice droned on.
“Eight… nine… ten! Now look at me and tell me what you see.”
I flicked my wings and shuffled my six feet.
“Wow! Words cannot describe!” I marveled. “But you know what? I suddenly have a thirst for blood.”
“Great! Let’s go find another unsuspecting human!”
And with that, we buzzed away into the sunny, blue sky.
Who’s There?
Knock knock!
Who’s there?
I don’t know.
I don’t know who?
I don’t know who’s there until you open the door so I can see!
Graveyard by Day
Clatsop Plains Pioneer Cemetery (est. 1846) in Clatsop County, Oregon USA
I grew up playing (respectfully) in this cemetery. It doesn’t look too scary now, but as a child, I had all sorts of imaginings about what might be lurking in the trees, or about stumbling across — or into — a sunken grave, or hearing otherworldly rustlings and voices just behind me.
And while it looks innocent enough by day, you still won’t find me going there after dark.
By the Letters
Occupied
Lights shine from within though no one’s lived there for years. The unliving, though...
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Grave Warning
If you be brave, pass through this gate
but be forewarned there death awaits.
On this dark night, old headstones glow.
Bones shift and stir in graves below.
Outstretched limbs point to the sky.
Leaves rustle as fanged bats pass by.
When midnight tolls on Halloween,
ghosts rise to haunt this eerie scene.
The gate will close as morning nears.
Those trapped inside will disappear.
Next Halloween when the gate swings wide
they’ll at last return from the other side.
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