Fiction, Horror, short story

The Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve (part 8)

October 8th

(Last Year)

I snuck a winking, plastic jack-o’-lantern into the medicine cabinet while Cas showered. I made sure the L I scribbled on it was partially visible when the cabinet was opened. Then I snuck back out and went outside. I pretended to nap on the front porch swing.

A few minutes passed before I heard the screen door squeak open, then slam shut. I opened my eyes in time to see my sister draw back her arm and fling the plastic jack-o’-lantern at me. The sting of it bouncing off my forehead was worth the look on her face.

“Stop doing this Benjamin! It’s past the point of being funny. You’re driving me crazy!”

“What are you going on about? I’ve been out here napping for…” I glanced at my watch, “…about an hour now. So I’d really appreciate it if you’d stop accusing me of stuff I didn’t do. Thank you very much.” I closed my eyes before saying, “ Now if you don’t mind, I want to finish this nap.”

She let out a frustrated sort of growl then stormed back into the house. I couldn’t help smiling a little as the screen door slammed shut again.

(This Year)

After taking my shower this morning, I started to grab the shaving cream from the medicine cabinet. Lo and behold, there was the jack-o’-lantern winking like it was letting me in on its sick joke. I didn’t need to look for the L that I knew would be there, but I did anyway.

When I closed the cabinet, my face looked pasty, like all the color had washed down the drain. This whole thing was absurd. There was no Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve. I made it up. At least I think I made it up. Maybe I heard the story or read about it somewhere. That still doesn’t explain how this is happening.

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Fiction, Horror, short story

The Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve (part 7)

October 7th

(Last Year)

I snuck into Cas’ room last night and left a little pumpkin gourd at the foot of her bed. I painted a B on it and faced the letter toward her. When she opened her eyes and glanced down, she would be looking right at it.

I heard Cas squeal when she saw it, followed by a thump. I assume she chucked it across the room.

At breakfast, she just stared at me while picking absently at her toast. She was being less of a brat with each passing day. But that may have been from the lack of talking. A few more days of this and the message might stick.

(This Year)

When I woke up this morning, I nearly puked. A small pumpkin gourd rested on the covers between my feet. The B painted on it seemed to be mocking me. If I’m being completely honest, I feel like I deserve this for doing the same to my sister.

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Fiction, Horror, short story

The Goblin Saint of All Hallow’s Eve (part 5)

October 5th

(Last Year)

I put a wind up jack-o’-lantern outside Cas’ bedroom door. I set in such a way that when the door opened, it would release the wind up mechanism and the toy would hop around the hallway. I scribbled a G on it also.

When she opened the door, The toy started up. She yelped much like I imagine she did at school the day before. She came straight to my room and threw the toy at my head, missing by a mile. Then stormed off without a word.

I honestly thought about stopping, but she was still being a little snot. I decided to keep it up for a few more days.

(This Year)

Something woke me in the early hours of the morning. Was it a noise? I didn’t hear anything as I lay there listening. I wasn’t really awake and my brain was still foggy when I got up to use the bathroom. Heck, my eyes were still crusty and only open a hair.

When I opened my bedroom door, I heard the whirring chatter of a wind up toy bouncing around. I didn’t need to see it to know what it was. I kicked out blindly and connected enough to send the object clattering down the hall.

Was my sister somehow paying me back? There’s no way. She’s been gone for 11 months and 4, no 5 days now. It’s not possible. But who then?

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Creative Writing, Fiction, Writing

Clockwork

Last week I mentioned submitting a flash-fiction piece into a competition.  I’m super excited to say that it won.  I got the email at around 7:30 the other night but didn’t get a chance to check until right before I went to bed a few hours later.  Imagine my surprise when I finally read it.  As you can imagine, it was tough to get to sleep that night. I wanted to tell everyone right away. But I managed to hold off until it was actually posted on their site.  Now, I want to keep the successes rolling in, no matter how big or small. So I’ve challenged myself to submit at least one piece of writing every month.  Here’s the link to the story. I hope you enjoy. As always, feel free to comment, like, and share. Stay focused and Write On.

http://literative.com/2015/03/winner-of-the-clockwork-contest/

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