Fiction

All Hallows’. It’s said that the veil between the living and the dead is thin at Halloween. Tell a story that revolves around the thin veil. Try to make it descriptive and suspenseful, ghostly but not gory.

All Hallows’. It’s said that the veil between the living and the dead is thin at Halloween. Tell a story that revolves around the thin veil. Try to make it descriptive and suspenseful, ghostly but not gory.

I look out across the field and see rows and rows of apple trees. I watch little kids climbing up as high as they can in hope of reaching the elusive, highest apple. I see a bunch of families taking fall photoshoots.

Alea Blake was insane, that’s what everybody said. It came out of nowhere according to her parents, but the many psychologists that were sent to evaluate her said that there must have been signs.

Landon Lupa could usually be found by the Abditory Casino bar. One hand neatly folded into the pocket of his jacket, the other cradling a glass of brandy. At first glance, this is a man of sophistication. But no.

Landon Lupa could usually be found by the Abditory Casino bar. One hand neatly folded into the pocket of his jacket, the other cradling a glass of brandy. At first glance, this is a man of sophistication. But no.

The TV is blaring,
a spotlight glaring,
what's the news everyone is sharing?

Another outbreak?
More heartache?
Or did someone just bake,
a new kind of cheesecake?

If the news is bad,
I'm going to be sad.

It was fall, with Halloween just days away. It was a bit chaotic in the house since my parents were helping my little brother make his own Halloween costume for this year. I wanted a break, so I decided to take a walk.

      Amara slid her flip-flops on and walked out to the deck. Walking her dog as usual on the beach was Char, the most beautiful girl in Amara's life.

Amanda looked over the railing on the bridge, and saw herself staring back. But no... this wasn't her, it was another girl... under the water... holding a pumpkin bucket, the kind kids have for halloween trick or treating. But no...

I place the marigolds on the altar and pick up my camera. I take a picture of the beautiful arrangement of fresh produce from the market and the rusted trumpet.