The Cure – A Spooktoberfest Post

The Curse - A Spooktoberfest Flash Fiction

The chill was deep and heavy, as she emerged out of her cocoon of blankets she had draped over herself, and moved toward the direction of the commotion not far from her front porch.
Ever since the new neighbors had brought with them three unruly teenagers, and many disturbing toys, the quietness of her weekend retreat was often broken. It did not matter how many polite visits, she or her fellow housemates made upon the threshold of the Millers, or how many times the other neighbors called the police. There was no stopping them, those who did not care for the rest of others, who in their short stay had managed to be topic of many discussions at the corner store. Like a bad virus, they where here to stay, but no one was happy about it.
A screeching, then a short scream, that sounded more of that of little girls, than young boys, followed by a quick curse-filled dash into their home, widen her grin and she nodded at the dark figures that emerged out of the thick shrubs.
The implementation of a cure had begun.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post was inspired by the Spooktoberfest Blog Hop, which includes the following restrictions

  1. maximum word count 300 words
  2. include the following words: chill, cocoon, commotion, cursing, virus
  3. post by Oct. 28th 2014.

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Halloween – A Poem

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Halloween

Danger lurking in the street
Shadows you will never meet

Until the wrong turn in the night
Shapes fun into a frightful sight

Of bloody mayhem, torn apart
Mangled pieces of a heart

The spirits left to haunt the space
Float amongst us without grace

And merge with living souls to play
Creating terror on this day.

© Claudia Blanton 2013

(I wrote this poem last year for my old blog, enjoy!)