halloween

Flash Fiction: Hunt and Kill

This is the tenth part in the tale. Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Cave Trip 2

Part 3 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest

Part 4 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 2

Part 5 – Flash Fiction: Uninvited Guest 3

Part 6 – Flash Fiction: No Other Choice

Part 7 – Flash Fiction: The Hard Way

Part 8 – Flash Fiction: The Hard Way 2

Part 9 – Flash Fiction: The Adventure Begins

Now the tale continues…


The newly created demon arose, hearkening his master’s commands.

His wine red body was garbed only in rags, tatters of the clothes his once human self had worn. The sinister voice guided the demon to a portal.

“This my minion, is the gateway to your adventure, your mission.”

The demon flexed its rough muscles and stretched his hips in preparation for the mission to come.

“Step through the portal.”

The demon did as instructed and instantly appeared in front of a house,. As the demon materialized in black billow of smoke, he noticed a man staring, with horror struck eyes.

The sinister voice commanded.

“Go forth my minion. Hunt and KILL!”

(The story continues in the next series…

Find the first chapter here – Flash Fiction: Highway to Hell)


Word Count: 114

Prompts:

FFFAW Challenge 189th

Weekly Writing Challenge 165

Wanda’s Potion

Wanda was having a tough time with her potion.

The cauldron steamed and bubbled as the little witch tried her best to follow the recipe given in her book. Suddenly, Wanda heard a howl coming from the woods. Ignoring it, she continued stirring. Within moments, she heard knocking on her door.

She opened the door to reveal a huge wolf staring hungrily. Shivering, she asked him.

“Yes, Mister Wolf?”

He smacked his lips.

“Make sure you add extra pepper.”

Wanda was confused. She ran back into the kitchen and checked the book.

Wanda had been using a cook-book by mistake…


Word Count: 100

This was a children’s story written for Susanna Leonard Hill’s

The 8th Annual Halloweensie Contest

It was a bit difficult for me to tone down the darkness and make it kid friendly.

I hope it turned out well. Do let me know your thoughts on it.

Happy reading! 🙂

Flash Fiction: Training

My sister stood behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders.

“Little brother, pay attention to what I teach you. We need you to be ready for when Jack-O-Lantern comes, this Halloween. We are counting on you.”

I nodded. My sister stepped back and continued.

“We will continue from where we left off yesterday. Now you know how to knock an arrow on the bow. You also know how to shoot. Today, we will learn how to aim. Remember, out there we have to learn to make every arrow count and prioritize our targets.”

I drew my bow.

“Good. Now, I want you to aim at those pumpkin heads. Make sure you fire slightly above where you intend to hit. Now, shoot.”

THWACK!

My arrow hit clown pumpkin right in the center…

(Read more about this family and their war against Jack-O-Lantern here – FLASH FICTION: PUMPKINS )


Word Count: 135

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction – October 28, 2018

Weekend Writing Prompt #78 – Arrow

FOWC with Fandango — Prioritize

 

Flash Fiction: House Party

Cass was a nightmare in white silk and pearls. However, her appearance was a beautiful dream in comparison to house we had arrived at.

Exiting the car, I stood gazing at the house in disbelief. There was not way any one would host a Halloween party in this ramshackle cottage. It seemed abandoned, looking more like a terrorist hideout than a party pad. Cass gasped.

“Isn’t this location just too adorable?”

I sighed. Cass loved horror. I on the other hand, hated it.

“I think we have got the wrong location. Or this was some sort of prank. Let’s go back to town?”

Cass began walking towards the house.

“Nope. The address is right. Might as well check it out.”

I trudged behind her, adjusting my mask. As we reached the front door, I could hear music and jovial chatter coming from inside. Cass rung the bell. A tall, pale person dressed up in knight’s armour opened the door.

“Welcome to the party. I am your host, the headless horseman.”

He proceeded to completely dislodge his head from his neck, as one might doff a hat. I looked at Cass, who stared back at me with wide eyes….


Word Count: 198

Prompts:

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2018: WEEK #43

First Line Friday: October 26th, 2018

FOWC with Fandango — Adorable

Haiku: Trapped

Inside Empty House,
Trapped With Wicked Wraith. Someone,
Please Help Me Get Out…


Prompt: COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 106, “GHOST & HOLLOW,” #SYNONYMSONLY

I chose the words Wraith and Empty as synonyms for Ghost and Hollow.

 

Image Source: Ghost Chasing Princess In Dark Dungeon by Martin Davey (Fine Art America)

Flash Fiction: Halloween Love

I sat in the diner, looking out of the nearest window.

The street was bustling with activity. I could see all sorts of weird monsters and creatures of terror roaming about. After all, it was Halloween night, and everyone had something to do. The children were scurrying about in their cute costumes, angling for as many potential tooth decays as they could. The adults were party hopping, all gussied up in the sexy versions of vampires, werewolves, and other famous monsters, or rather whichever costumes were available in the store.

It was almost midnight. I was extremely excited. It had been so long since I had been on a date. I knew I was looking great. The hungry stares that had followed me ever since I got out of my house were evidence enough. However, I couldn’t help but have butterflies in my stomach.  I figured I would drown them with some ice cream soda. Just as the soda arrived, I noticed a figure wearing a slightly old fashioned, but expensive looking suit. My date had finally arrived.

I watched as the love of my life shuffled into the diner and made his way slowly to where I was sitting. As he approached me, he fetched out a rose from his pocket and offered it to me. He was so romantic. I took the rose from him and kissed him on the cheek.

He moaned in delight. I asked him how the year had gone for him. He moaned in response. Okay yes, I do speak zombie. Yes, the love of my life is of the undead variety. However, I loved him and he loved me. This was the only night of the year we could meet and celebrate our love.

Our Halloween Love…


 

Written for Kelly Griffiths’ Flash Fiction Contest

 

Image Credit: Jean-Philippe Delberghe