Tag: #Halloween
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Silent Sunday…
Mother Nature has thrown everything at us this past week, but I am happy to report that today the skies are blue and the sun is shining. I seem to have had every emotion thrown at me too during this complicated week, but like the weather outside my window, I am all sunny and smiling…
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Snow’s Ghost… #Halloween #Ghosts #Excerpt
Ghost of a Chance A damaged detective, out of a job A relationship on the rocks What does the future hold for David Snow? Just when he thought life couldn’t get any worse A ghost with a grudge adds to his pain A ghost, hell-bent on stopping him from rebuilding his life… Halloween Excerpt from…
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Happy Halloween Everybody…
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It was my turn to tell a Halloween story as we sat around the campfire The stories before mine had been tame and most were ready to call it a night I picked up my knitting and smiled Thinking of my story and how boredom would be the least of their worries With each row…
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The Witching Hour Approaches…
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First up, an etheree poem from Anita… Image by 3D Animation Production Company from Pixabay And, one of Anita’s acrostic poems, just because… Image by Joe from Pixabay ~ Acrostic Poetry by Anita Dawes
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A Halloween Meme…
We picked this Halloween meme, because after the year we just had, it made us laugh! Happy Halloween, Folks!
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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ A Halloween Horror
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Halloween – October 28, 2021 It was the night after Halloween and I imagined that all the ghosts, spirits and ghouls would be safely back where they belong. The moon shone clear and bright and there were no bats or beasties to be seen. So why had I just spotted the face…
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Tale of Two Pumpkins… #Poetry for Halloween
Tale of Two Pumpkins Momma told me one day I would be a pumpkin head Turning to the pumpkin growing beside me, I asked Do you know what that means, did your momma tell you? Sorry, he said, ‘I have no idea I did hear a whisper along our row That when we get sold…
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Fandango’s Story Starter… #FSS
Fandango’s Story Starter #17 I heard a voice calling out my name from inside the house, and when I opened the door… No one there, the room empty, the furniture gone. The voice called again, ‘Margaret, you don’t live here anymore, you must go home.’ I don’t understand, I was born in the house. I will…