Wednesday, October 30, 2024
Happy Halloween
Thursday, October 3, 2024
The Guest of Honor
A short story by E.V. Emmons
A tale of two families: One family’s halcyon life is
tragically disrupted, while another plans the perfect Halloween party. Evil is
a point of view.
Life on a farm is hard and if not for family, it would be
lonely too. We cherished life in the fields, breathing in the rich, loamy smell
of the tilled and mounded earth. We celebrated the sun and rain alike because
we understood that both nourished the land, and what was good for the soil was
good for us.
Months in the sun had turned our skin leathery, but we wore
it proudly as a mark of devotion to the fields. At night, we were content to
sit under the moon and soak up the warm ambiance from the porch lights.
Some nights, the sky would rain stars, and we’d sit and
marvel at the celestial light show. The cricket songs lulled us into an easy
rest until sunup when we’d do it all again.
One day, we noticed that the warm summer air had cooled, and
turned the maple trees flanking the lane from green to shades of gold and red. In
the orchard, the apples were ripe and round and shone like rubies. The animals
feasted at their troughs, munching the dried corn. Abundance surrounded us, and
we were thankful. All that remained was to relax and celebrate autumn and the
coming winter, or so we thought. We had no way of knowing the horrors that lay
ahead.
They came just before dark. One by one, with knives digging
into our skin, they plucked us from our beds. Large, powerful hands crushed to
our faces kept us silent. We squirmed and fought, hoping to get free of their
vice-like arms.
Father, with his thick and burly body, wriggled loose.
“Get ‘im, boys!” One man hollered. “Show that fool who’s
boss.”
In seconds, they had Father pinned to the driveway, the pea
gravel crushed into his cheek. Jeering and laughing, the three men took turns
at his belly and sides with their steel-toed boots, and when that weren’t
enough to keep Father still, a crushing blow to the head stilled him forever.
Pale, hard crumbs and guts oozed from the ruined flesh amid a rising fog of
limestone dust.
“Load ‘em up. Let’s get outta here,” one of them barked.
The thick burlap bags they shoved over us kept us paralyzed
as they slung us into the back of the heavy-duty farm truck. They slammed the
creaky gate shut and bolted it tight. Darkness smothered the truck bed, which
smelled like rotten beets, manure, and cabbage.
Mother lay slumped atop a thin bed of straw, her body
shaking under the burlap. After gathering the small ones close, we huddled
beside her, hoping that somehow, we’d be of comfort to each other.
My insides quaked. With Father murdered and left behind to
rot in the sun, what would become of us? He deserved so much more than to be
brutalized and left for dead. He would never know a proper burial, a return to
the earth he so loved. Visions of crows picking at his corpse and tugging at
his entrails haunted me in the darkness.
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Wednesday, October 2, 2024
Demon Child
A story from the What If? #4 Anthology
Lucas couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was
wrong. His sister’s once gentle and curious nature had been replaced with
outbursts of rage and violence.
The Cunninghams had been blessed with a new addition to their
family: a little girl they named Rebecca. She was a small bundle of wonder with
inquisitive eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of an old soul.
As the Cunninghams gazed down at the sleeping baby, their
hearts overflowed with love. They marveled at how perfect she was, with
delicate features and soft, downy hair. Just looking at her brought a sense of
peace and joy that they had never experienced before. As they watched her
sleep, they knew that their love for her would only continue to grow with each
passing day.
From the moment she was born, every member of the Cunningham
clan was captivated by her, but none more so than her older brother, Lucas.
Lucas was only six years old, but he took his role as a big brother seriously.
He watched over little Rebecca with unwavering dedication, always eager to lend
a hand or a comforting hug. In his young mind, there was nothing he wouldn’t do
to keep his little sister safe and happy.
As Rebecca grew, her bond with Lucas only strengthened. They
shared a room, and every night before bed, Lucas would read Rebecca her
favorite stories until she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
It was evident that Rebecca and Lucas shared an unbreakable
bond that transcended time and space. They were more than siblings – they were
kindred spirits who were meant to be together.
Lucas, as big brother, was always eager to teach Rebecca new
things and protect her from any harm. When she took her first steps, he was
there to cheer her on and catch her when she fell. When she started preschool,
he stayed with her every day until she felt comfortable enough to make friends
of her own.
And through it all, Rebecca looked up to Lucas with
admiration and adoration. To her, he was the bravest and most caring person in
the world. She knew that no matter what happened, Lucas would always be there
for her.
Their parents watched with pride as their children’s bond
continued to grow. They were grateful for the beautiful relationship between
their children and tried their best to foster it in any way they could.
But as much as they loved each other, like most siblings,
Rebecca and Lucas had their fair share of arguments and disagreements. However,
no matter how upset they got with each other, they never stayed mad at each
other for long. Because, at the end of the day, they knew that their love for
each other was greater than any argument or difference of opinion. They may
have been different in many ways – Rebecca outgoing and adventurous while Lucas
quiet and reserved – but overall, there was a perfect balance between them.
As years went by, Rebecca grew into a strong-willed child
with a passion for learning and exploring. And through it all, Lucas remained
her constant companion and protector.
But something happened on the eve of Rebecca’s tenth
birthday. Lucas was suddenly awakened by a loud noise that shook him to his
core. His heart raced as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He
jumped out of bed and ran to his sister’s room and panic set in when he
realized that the window had blown open and the shutters were violently
slamming against the walls.
He ran toward the window and struggled against the force of
the wind to close it; his heart was pounding in his chest. As he managed to
shut the window, he turned to see if Rebecca was okay. His eyes darted around
the room frantically until they landed on Rebecca’s bed. Relief washed over him
as he saw her sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling with each
breath.
Just as he was about to go back to his room, he saw Rebecca
sit up with her eyes still closed. She started murmuring nonsensical words
under her breath. Lucas couldn’t understand what she was saying, but it sounded
like a language he had never heard before.
He watched in astonishment as a faint glow appeared around
Rebecca, casting an ethereal light across the room. The wind outside seemed to
intensify as if responding to Rebecca’s words.
Suddenly, without warning, every object in the room began to
levitate – books, toys, even furniture. Lucas’s eyes widened in shock as he
watched everything floating around Rebecca’s bed. Before he could even process
what was happening, everything came crashing down with a loud thud as Rebecca
slumped back onto her pillow.
Lucas stood frozen for a moment before rushing over to check
on his sister. He shook her gently, but she didn’t stir. Because her face and
body seemed relaxed and her breathing even, Lucas retreated to the corner and
sat in a chair, staring at Rebecca until sleep claimed him.
The next morning, Lucas woke up with a feeling of unease in
his stomach. He turned to look at Rebecca, hoping that last night’s events were
just a dream. But as soon as his eyes landed on her, he knew something was
wrong. Her once warm brown eyes were now a piercing blue, almost crystal-like
in their clarity. It felt like a stranger was looking back at him, cold and
unfamiliar.
Lucas recoiled in shock and fear, his heart racing as he
scrambled out of the room. He ran toward his parents’ room, frantically
knocking on the door. “Dad, Mom! Wake up! Something’s wrong with Rebecca!” he
shouted, his voice shaky and panicked.
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Friday, October 9, 2020
Family Tradition
A Halloween story by
“Sara, go put on your sparkly shoes while I talk to your grandma,” Mandy shooed her little fairy out of the kitchen and turned to her mother. “Mom, I have three this year. The first one is a bad man who lives at 21 Mayberry Street. He’s been beating his wife and daughter in his drunken rages for months and the poor woman is afraid to leave him because he threatened to kill her and the little girl if she ever leaves.
“Got it,” the old lady nodded with a serious expression on her wrinkled face.
Mandy continued, “The next one is the shifty lawyer at 13 Viola Street. She twists and turns the law and uses dirty tricks to defend her clients. A rich child molester is free because of her. They both deserve punishment. The man lives at 52 Madison Street in the big mansion.”
“Indeed, they do,” her mother exclaimed and put on a wild smile as she heard Sara running down the stairs. Are you ready, pumpkin?”
“Let’s go, Grandma,” Sarah grabbed the old lady’s hand and pulled her toward the front door. “We don’t want to miss the best candy!”
The next day as the woman opened the front door at 21 Mayberry street, she wondered where her no-good husband could be. She covered her bruised face and winced in pain. He didn’t come home last night. She thought feeling worried. Probably he drank too much and sleeping it off somewhere. I hope he’ll be sober by the time he gets home; he doesn’t get too angry with me when he’s sober.
She picked up the newspaper and as she straightened up, she spotted a large, rotten pumpkin on the bottom step. “This one is rotten already,” she mumbled, picked up the heavy pumpkin and threw it in the compost box in the back.
A weak but angry voice shouted from the pumpkin, “Put me down, you stupid woman! It’s me, don’t you see? I’m gonna kill you, I will!”
But the woman didn’t hear the voice and as the pumpkin hit the pile of rotting vegetables in the box, it exploded into hundreds of little pieces. She filed a missing person’s report two days later, but she and her daughter didn’t miss him, at all. Deep down she hoped that he would never be found.
The lawyer who lived at 13 Viola Street had a court case the next day. She had everything prepared to confuse the jurors, but the first words came out her mouth was, “My client is guilty as hell.”
She stood there feeling horrified as everyone in the courtroom cheered. From that moment on, the woman couldn’t ever tell a lie. She lost all her clients, and nobody would hire her again.
The pervert at 52 Madison Street had an awful Halloween night. He kept hearing the mother’s cries in his mind. The words she shouted at him when the not guilty verdict was announced, cut into his brain over and over. You deserve to rot in hell for what you did! You deserve to rot in hell for what you did!
He heard the same words in his mind, day, and night, for days. “I can’t take this anymore!” he finally snapped and went to the police station to confess.
He got a long sentence but didn’t find peace. Even the hardest criminals hate child molesters, so his comfortable, rich life turned into a living hell in prison.
***
A few days later Mandy’s mom stopped for a short visit. “Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Mom, everything is as it should be,” Mandy said, smiling.
“You know, I’m getting too old for trick or treating. It’s time for you to continue the family’s Hallows Eve Magic tradition,” the old lady announced handing her wand to her daughter. “Next year you go with Sara, and I’ll stay home to hand out the candy.”
“Sara, go put on your sparkly shoes while I talk to your grandma,” Mandy shooed her little fairy out of the kitchen and turned to her mother. “Mom, I have three this year. The first one is a bad man who lives at 21 Mayberry Street. He’s been beating his wife and daughter in his drunken rages for months and the poor woman is afraid to leave him because he threatened to kill her and the little girl if she ever leaves.
“Got it,” the old lady nodded with a serious expression on her wrinkled face.
Mandy continued, “The next one is the shifty lawyer at 13 Viola Street. She twists and turns the law and uses dirty tricks to defend her clients. A rich child molester is free because of her. They both deserve punishment. The man lives at 52 Madison Street in the big mansion.”
“Indeed, they do,” her mother exclaimed and put on a wild smile as she heard Sara running down the stairs. Are you ready, pumpkin?”
“Let’s go, Grandma,” Sarah grabbed the old lady’s hand and pulled her toward the front door. “We don’t want to miss the best candy!”
The next day as the woman opened the front door at 21 Mayberry street, she wondered where her no-good husband could be. She covered her bruised face and winced in pain. He didn’t come home last night. She thought feeling worried. Probably he drank too much and sleeping it off somewhere. I hope he’ll be sober by the time he gets home; he doesn’t get too angry with me when he’s sober.
She picked up the newspaper and as she straightened up, she spotted a large, rotten pumpkin on the bottom step. “This one is rotten already,” she mumbled, picked up the heavy pumpkin and threw it in the compost box in the back.
A weak but angry voice shouted from the pumpkin, “Put me down, you stupid woman! It’s me, don’t you see? I’m gonna kill you, I will!”
But the woman didn’t hear the voice and as the pumpkin hit the pile of rotting vegetables in the box, it exploded into hundreds of little pieces. She filed a missing person’s report two days later, but she and her daughter didn’t miss him, at all. Deep down she hoped that he would never be found.
The lawyer who lived at 13 Viola Street had a court case the next day. She had everything prepared to confuse the jurors, but the first words came out her mouth was, “My client is guilty as hell.”
She stood there feeling horrified as everyone in the courtroom cheered. From that moment on, the woman couldn’t ever tell a lie. She lost all her clients, and nobody would hire her again.
The pervert at 52 Madison Street had an awful Halloween night. He kept hearing the mother’s cries in his mind. The words she shouted at him when the not guilty verdict was announced, cut into his brain over and over. You deserve to rot in hell for what you did! You deserve to rot in hell for what you did!
He heard the same words in his mind, day, and night, for days. “I can’t take this anymore!” he finally snapped and went to the police station to confess.
He got a long sentence but didn’t find peace. Even the hardest criminals hate child molesters, so his comfortable, rich life turned into a living hell in prison.
***
A few days later Mandy’s mom stopped for a short visit. “Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Mom, everything is as it should be,” Mandy said, smiling.
“You know, I’m getting too old for trick or treating. It’s time for you to continue the family’s Hallows Eve Magic tradition,” the old lady announced handing her wand to her daughter. “Next year you go with Sara, and I’ll stay home to hand out the candy.”
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Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Halloween Stories by #OurAuthorGang
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Our Halloween themed stories in October
by Ruth
October 5
by Joe
October 10
by Erika
October 14
by Toi
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by Joe
October 23
by Tricia
October 30
by Nicola
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