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- My 13 yr old made the basketball team!!! I'm so thrilled for him because he worked hard and never lost sight of his goal.
- Spooktoberfest 2013 starts today! YAY! The rules, and my story, are below.
- Dani and I are going shopping this weekend for the contest prizes. Girl time! Woot!
It's Spooktoberfest time, with my co-host Dani! Thanks goes to all of those who signed up! We heart you!
Here are the basics of Spooktoberfest...
- Write a flash fiction piece between 300-500 words.
- Use 3 of the 6 mandatory words and highlight those 3 words in your story: WRETCH(ED), IMPEDING, ALIEN(S), SKELETON(S), POTION(S), MASK(S)
- Use one of the pics below as the location for your story.
- Then, post your piece so we can read it, and hop around to the other participants and comment on their awesome stories. Dani and I will each post our winners on Halloween. Those two winners will receive a goodie box filled with Halloween stuff!
CLICK HERE for the full, official deets on SPOOKTOBERFEST 2013.
And now, here's my flash fiction piece to get things started for Spooktoberfest.
I jerk my head at the
dark stairwell. “I can think of five different ideas that are better than going
up there.”
The power’s been out
for a week, and we’re on our last batch of batteries, so my sister won’t let me
use any for flashlights. Heading upstairs in the dark isn’t my idea of safe.
“Up is our only way
out, Sydney.” My sister grabs the back of my neck and forces my head toward the
sliding glass door. "Take a look for yourself."
I stare at the creepy things as they pound on the glass and smear blood from their latest meal across it,
like they’re erasing steam from a mirror. Some look like they have on Halloween
masks, but the flesh slides off their bones and exposes their skeleton, proving
this isn’t dress-up time.
“What if we leave
through the garage?” I waggle my brows. “There’s a Mustang calling your name.”
“As soon as the door
lifts, those things will spill in like girls at a One Direction concert.” Trish ushers
me to the staircase again. “Up we go.”
“No.” I squirm away.
“Why can’t you ever do
as you’re told?”
“Why do you always
boss me around?”
“Because I’m the
oldest.”
“By 11 months.”
"Stop this, right now." She clutches my
shoulders. “What’s your deal?”
I peer up the stairwell. “I’m scared of what’s
up there.” I chew
on my lip. “Promise you won’t get mad.”
“What did you do?” Her
eyes squint into two slits.
“Lance and I wanted to
hang out, but when he came through my window earlier, he said he scratched
himself on the trellis. It looked more like—”
“Bites?”
“Yeah. I came
downstairs to get some bandages or peroxide or a potion.”
“A potion? Seriously? You're so immature.”
She rolls her eyes. “We agreed to not let anyone in until the virus
passed, didn’t we?”
I nod, hating when my
sister is right.
“Now you’ve risked our
lives, over what? A make-out session?”
“Sorry.”
Trish thrusts a knife
in my hand while gripping a bat in her fist. “I’m always cleaning up your
messes.”
We head upstairs,
causing creaks with each step. At the top, Lance stomps toward us, groaning. He
smells, not of his usual aftershave, but like he slept in a dumpster. He lunges
at Trish, but I step in front and shove her back.
The
knife in my hand slams into Lance’s chest. I push hard, and as I do, life still
lurks in his eyes. It’s like his body’s in control of his brain instead of the
other way around. Then, his eyes close. I fling his limp body off me
and kick him to make sure he’s "dead-dead."
I turn toward Trish.
“You okay?”
“I think so.” She sits
on the fifth step and rubs her forearm.
“See?” I smile. “I can
clean up my own messes.”
My sister’s eyes
widen, and I cry out, as Lance’s teeth sink into my calf.
~THE END~
Now, it's your turn! Let us read your flash fiction Spooktoberfest piece!
