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.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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John
John had worked out a plan in how he was going to help out his neighborhood before he died. He did not want to die but he knew it was inevitable. He had cancer. John wanted to help the children and the elderly in some way, and he needed to figure a way. He was adhering to all the rules of the community in what he is just about to do to help others. He went to the bank and withdrew all his savings and checking account all of $5000 and went to the Community Benevolence Society. He died quietly.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
An Architecture of Returning
Part One: The Selection After the wound, you must move. Act quickly. This does not have to be a physical motion. Select something you love. This need not be a place you can touch. This can even be a place inside you. It will always be safe. It will always be protected. It’s where you can go, and where all your thoughts will stop swirling.
By Anne Spollen7 days ago in Fiction
Five—One Grounding
Five—Locked in a perpetual battle against my failing senses and reason, I fight to survive, to get through; I am afraid of... nothingandeverythingallatonce—...—my mouth is dry, and my muscles seize up... what can I see? I can see the birdcage and birds; I can see the watercolour my beautiful wife painted many years ago and unlocked her journey into art; I can see the empty mug of tea as it sits perilously on the arm of the sofa; how many is that now? Three down, two to go; I can also see a jackdaw on the roof of our neighbour's house across the road and a bookcase of potential—Five things you can see.
By Paul Stewart4 days ago in Poets
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Witchy ways and candy go together quite nicely....