Monthly Archives: October 2013

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Gonna be finishing up my costume for tomorrow. Soon when my friend JulieAnn gets here, we’ll be hot gluing and spray painting up a mess and then we’ll be checking over the recipes we’re fixing tomorrow for our Writing Club’s Halloween Party. Also we could be doing some trick-or-treating (shh, we still look young enough to get free candy) and we also have another Halloween Party on Sunday.  Hopefully, that means that there’ll be pictures taken of our crafts (from today as we have pictures from this past weekend that I can also upload) and pictures of the food for tomorrow and hopefully that means at least two blog posts.

What about you guys? What plans do you guys have for tomorrow or this weekend?

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Just got a notice that I’ve been on WordPress for a year! Hard to believe that I’ve had this blog for a year and have managed to keep updating it (shh, let’s not talk about the time in between posts – it’s better than any other blog I’ve ever had).

I want to say thank you to everyone who reads this blog that likes my poems and stories that I post along with my cooking experiences. Thank you and here’s to another year!

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The Skeleton Figure

Hey, guys! Got a new little story for you that I wrote yesterday at Writing Club. Hope you guys like it! Enjoy!

Written: 10/17/13
The Prompt: The black cat started to crouch and hiss when…

 

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The black cat started to crouch and hiss when the tv turned to static and blare loudly. He jumped off of the couch and onto his human’s stomach.

Jay startled, throwing himself of the couch.  He glared at his cat before turning the tv to some infomercial. “Rude,” Jay muttered.

Bealfire, his cat, just sat nice and prettily on the coffee table, cleaning himself. With a yawn, Jay stretched and thought about getting himself some of the pizza and peppers he had ordered earlier. As he went to stand, he heard his name.

“Mitch?” Jay looked for his roommate but a quick look around the room, showed that Mitch had yet to return. His jacket wasn’t hanging up, neither were his keys and his shoes weren’t by the coffee table waiting to trip Jay once again.

“Jay!”

The voice was louder this time. Maybe he was going crazy… (If he was, then he owed his ex an apology.)

“Jay! Yo, look over here!”

Jay turned his head toward the tv, only to be greeted with someone – a man going by the voice and body – wearing a skeleton mask.

“Uh, did you say something?”

This was so st—

“Yeah! About time I got your attention!”

Jay fell back onto the couch, eyes wide open as he stared in disbelief at the tv.

“This is nuts,” Jay muttered.

“No, what’s nuts is you eating peppers with that pizza. It’ll just give you nightmares and heartburn.”

“How did-“

“Never mind that. I need you to do something.”

“…What?”

“Go to the mirror.”

After a moment of hesitation, Jay went over to the mirror. “What now?”

“Look at me.”

Jay looked from his reflection, back to the skeleton masked wearing figure.

“Now look at your true self.”

Jay looked back at the mirror and screamed. He had black skin, yellow eyes, red triangles under his eyes and fangs that were dripping blue. The skeleton started to laugh as Jay continued to scream.

With a gasping breath, Jay awoke. He raced to the mirror, knocking Bealfire off of him. Jay sighed in relief. He looked totally normal. He needed to go to bed.

Jay turned the tv off and swooped down to grab Bealfire before heading for his bedroom, hearing Mitch snoring away in his own room. As he walked down the dark hallway, he heard the skeleton once again;

“Goodnight Jay,” and its laugh dying off.