Trick or Treaters
It was Halloween, my favorite holiday! The night air carried a chill from the ocean to the East. This year I had dressed up as a writing zombie, which was way cooler in person than it being said or written. The wind was clod that night, blowing hard, cutting through my costume like a knife. I sat out in the yard, which was decorated to look like an abandoned bookstore.
I handed out candy to the kids and scared the teenagers- though; I had to explain to one group of teens what the big, brown screen less laptop was called.
A TYPEWRITER.
Kids these days, I swear. Around 9 was when the kids, the true trick-or-treaters stopped coming. Bedtime. I don’t much cater to the teenagers who do not give ten shits about Halloween. I am a horror nerd and …
The Sleepover 2
The mother straightened a vase of fake roses, which had collected a layer of dust over the years. “Now, Cody Dumpling, you promise to behave for your sister and her friend?” asked the mother as she got Cody to finally sit still on the sofa. Cody nodded and protested her calling him Cody Dumpling.
Jackie and Marilyn waved goodbye to Marilyn’s parents before turning around to Cody. “Go upstairs, dweeb,” hissed Marilyn.
“I wanna watch TV!” rambled Cody, jumping on the sofa.
“I’m in charge and you have to do what I say!” said Marilyn.
“We can always practice spells in the kitchen,” said Jackie. She hated it when family members fought. Years and years of abuse in her own family.
“Or you guys could practice in the basement!” said Cody.
“Fuck no!” laug…
Wolf Lodge 1
The drive up the mountain was beautiful. Cold. Beautiful. Stark, sparkling white powder lay on the forest, hung in the trees and the powders cousin, ice, sheeted the road, making the drive a tad bit treacherous. A man in the back seat of an aero star leaned forward and tapped the passenger of the van on the shoulder. “Is this restaurant…fancy?” he asked.
The girl he was sitting next to chortled and crossed her arms. “Why are you asking Mrs. Dumont that question?” she spat. The passenger glared at her. She was already Mrs. Dumont, but she was real annoyed with the tone of voice her friend had been having all day. “This is probably like their honeymoon or some shit.”
The radio was yodeling out some Blake Shelton. “Maybe I had a question?” he s…
Cheer or Die 1
James Wright’s breath formed white puffs in the early winter air as he watched the practice routine for the Homecoming Game. The chilly air combed its fingers through his summer berry colored hair. The game was not for about two weeks, but the cheer squad loved to have their routines in check. James was dating a flyer, a cheerleader who gets tossed into the air.
Her name was written above the hem of the blood red cheer skirt in a gold, delicate cursive: Friday. She was the last person anyone expected to be a cheerleader. He was her boyfriend who did not attend school (and didn’t live in Canada), he had graduated college, he was an older man. There was something titillating about the idea of dating an older man, something that most girls wan…
The Funhouse
Polly’s golden eyes were so bright with anger and annoyance that they seemed to be on fire. The screaming children of the fire, kids having fun or cranky babies, sliced through the air like a buzz saw.
Ryan knew how much she hated stretching piercings, so why had he dragged her to booth that sold piercing stretchers? Ryan’s washtub like gut pressed against the booth, his hands pointing to a tribal pair of black wooden plugs. Next to this Bob Marley filled booth was a booth that made wax flowers, in one color or two (for $35 you could have as many six colors!).
She walked over to the booth, pulling the mental curtains and closing out the stretching booth behind her. The stretching booth blazed, then quickly crisped and curled into nothing. Th…