Friday Funkday

I walked through the parking lot, a weird tingling on the back of neck. I gripped my keys a litle tighter. Was... was someone following me?

My paced quickened, but the closer I got to my car, the more terrified I became. I was going to run for it. Just then, someone grabbed me.

The Window

Through my fingers I could see the clouds passing my window. The electric gridwork between the panes of glass ensured my safety. Or maybe theirs.

Wanted on a Tuesday

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Mondayne Monday

"There are several possible answers to that question."

-The Book of Matches

Scary Sunday

A black cat crossed my path.

Friday Funkday

I took off the hat. The pointy top was making my face look chubby.

"If you're going to be a witch for Halloween," my mother said. "You should really wear the hat."

I turned to her. "Uh, I'm already a witch every day and you don't see me running around with a broomstick, do you? I really don't think we should play into stereotypes by wearing ridiculous costumes."

But really, the hat just made my face look chubby.

fable

Hans and Greta opened a bakery and bar called the Witching Hour.

Tuesday Prompt

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Monday Malevolence

"It's always the quiet ones, you know."

-from The Book of Matches

Sunday Post

"Were you bitten?" he asks.

I hesitate.

Friday Funkday

My fingers were shaking and I shoved them into the pockets of my coat. She wasn't here yet. I glanced over my shoulder and wondered what would happen if she didn't show. I wondered if I'd be able to stay alive if I didn't get it. Then across the street, I saw her get out of a cab.

Showtime.

Good luck.

John turned my horseshoe upside down. The luck fell out and that's why we're in this predicament.

Tuesday Prompt - Three Word Salad

Dinosaur

Unlabeled

Hotel

Monday Misunderstandings and Misgivings

"That will come back to haunt you."

-from The Writer's Book of Matches

Sunday Funday

"One seat left," the bus driver said. "It's yours if you want it."