The rhythm of the music that was heard coming from the house down the street was erratic. The house at the end of the block was known to the townspeople as being a bit odd at times, but not this odd. The music that the townspeople were hearing was a little bit country and little bit rock and roll. All of the sudden the town changed, and it seemed to go back in time to the mid to late 1970's. Everyone was groovin' and singin'. It lasted for a few minutes and then we seemed to become aware of life.
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Mark Graham
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The Ghosts
The ghosts saw this witch coming through the pumpkin patch and they wondered what could she want now from us. We are only ghosts, and we have no powers as she has. Oh, we can go through walls and maybe scare or help others at times, but we do not cast spells and such like that. "Hey, ghosts it's that time let's all go out and have some fun for its trick or treat time in the neighborhood. I will share my candy with you for I will cast a spell on you so you can enjoy some of loot.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
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Question for you: since the music was a little bit country and a little bit rock and roll - and in the 70's - was it Donnie and Marie Osmond's house? Haha! Sorry - first thought as I read your cute drabble. On another note (pun intended), I saw a t-shirt at Disney that read "Music is the racket in my soul." I rather liked that saying.