Monday, October 24, 2016



That's quite the haul you have there son …
Yeah dad, they're giving out great stuff this year
Where did these unwrapped candies come from?
Oh, those, yeah, from that old house on the corner!
But there hasn't been a house on that corner for years …



Believe


{Waning Gibbous}
"There are no Vampires!"

He said it, even after she had punctured the skin. He repeated it to himself even as his blood was being drawn. He said it yet again, his last rational thought as his life was draining away. His inner voice, the one that knew, told him this could not have happened . . . yesterday.
Then his defense mechanism kicked in.

"This isn't happening to me!"

Her mind screamed even after her limb was severed. She had been taught to beware her only natural enemy. Even disembowelment could not shake her convictions. "This can't be happening," she repeated, knowing she had always been careful, still tracking the phases of the moon, even after they had been declared extinct.
Even as her head went in one way and her torso the other, her last thought had been:

"There are no Werewolves!"


Saturday, October 22, 2016

Potty Talk

Pitching a slalom around unseen obstacles, the old timer already well into his cups was hoping to make room for just one more. Finding his favored urinal already occupied he unhappily moved to the left, offering a sidewards glare in the general direction of the interloper. Not usually one for toilet talk, he couldn't help himself.

"Man, you should have that looked at."

"Seems to me someone is already looking."

"But mister, you're pissing blood."

"Yes I am, but it’s not mine."

The old man stepped back to look full at the stranger and was greeted with a fang-toothed smile.