Halloween Fun At The Cemetery_Lavender Dreams_~Uncle Dallas (collab with Orenda)_Caught in the Carni
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Halloween Fun At The Cemetery
The phone rang and Tommy answered.Hello.Hey, Tom. It was Harold, Tom’s best friend.What’s up, Harold?Do you have any plans for Halloween night yet?No, not really. Trick-or-treating may be out of the question at my age, Tommy kidded.Yeah, but I have an idea of a way we could have some fun with the trick or treaters. Fun? What kind of fun? Throwing rotten eggs at them might get us into trouble. The last time we tried to prank someone we got the tables turned on us. Do you remember that?Oh, yeah. You mean when we rolled your bosses yard with toilet paper only it was the wrong yard? Yes, and the ...
Lavender Dreams
“One night, a long time ago, I saw something. Something I’ve never admitted to anybody before. My parents were fighting in their room. Screaming. I sat on the stairwell, watching them from the shadows. I remember hearing his hand striking my mother across the face. It was a blow so intense, it knocked her back off her feet. When she stood, she rushed him. The next part is all so blurry. The next thing I knew, my father was lying on the floor, gurgling and sputtering, as my mother stood over him. After that, I ran to my room. I didn’t want her to know that I saw. But I still remember it so vivi...
~Uncle Dallas (collab with Orenda)
author’s note: This is a collaboration with Orenda, who is as beautiful as she is chaotic. Is this story coherent and sensible? Probably not. Did we have a blast writing it? Heck yeah. So please take this with a grain of salt.
Caught in the Carnival
You know, I never really cared for carnivals. Ever. Nothing about them has ever appealed to me. The crowds are annoying, and the noise is a headache. I don’t like the rides, and they feel like they are a loose bolt away from coming apart and killing all of the patrons within them. The food is deep fried nausea. Seriously, I feel like I’m going to get heartburn and some kind of communicable disease just looking at it.And yet… here I am. A couple of my friends managed to drag me out here. Well, trick me out here is more like it. They know I dislike these carnie camps, so they told me we were go...