Stories transcribed in October, 2009
Trick or Treat
A small group of kids bounded up the gravel drive. They produced their candy bags and sang out a chorus of “Trick or treat!”, their smiling, ruined faces upturned and glowing. Photo by Matt Dale.
Midnight on Church Street
Lilac & Lakmei, identical in almost all ways, listened and smelled for the coming rain. Lakmei closed her eyes, could hear music in her head, but it was Lilac’s music, not her own. Photo by Selva
Minerva’s Ghost
Even as his insides reared up and his conscious mind threatened him with every weapon in its arsenal, Marco felt the invisible puppeteer pulling his marionette strings.
Cheehawk’s Ouija Challenge
“What’s oo-ee ha?” Marco asked, the word feeling strange and mysterious in his mouth.
“It’s a board that lets you talk to the spirits of dead people.”
Demons Like Smarties
Smarties are second only to toothbrushes as the “treat” children hate to get most on Halloween. The Prime of Darkness’s love for Smarties bears out his claim that he is Hell spawn. Photo by DeathByBokeh
I Spy With My Little Eye
Marco took a moment to adjust his binoculars while he peered across the yard to where the Prime of Darkness stood, very still, staring up into a tree.
Demons Don’t Need Sunscreen
The Prime of Darkness looked down at his bare arms, his blue skin almost purply-black in the shade. “I don’t think I burn,” he said. “But maybe I should put some sunscreen on, too. Just in case.” Photo by Knitty Cent.