Friday, October 30, 2009

Friday Funkday

I looked between the costumes that Maddie was holding up. She rolled her eyes. "Seriously. Witch or Devil?"

"They look the same." I shrugged. Then I glanced down at my own costume. Could I really go to the party dressed like this??

(Happy early Halloween!)

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

The Wings

I don't know why they grew. Even less why they grew so low and crooked. Michelle (of course) looked more like an angel than ever with the elbows of her straight, silky-white-feathered appendages rising half a foot above her head.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Monday Misreadings

Two Cures for Love

1. Don't see him. Don't phone or write a letter.
2. The easy way: get to know him better.

-Wendy Cope - from Comic Poems

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Scary Sunday

"Careful," I warn. "I bite, you know."

Friday, October 23, 2009

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.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

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.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Monday, October 19, 2009

Mondayne Monday

"There are several possible answers to that question."

-The Book of Matches

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Scary Sunday

A black cat crossed my path.

Friday, October 16, 2009

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.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


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

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Monday, October 12, 2009

Monday Malevolence

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

-from The Book of Matches

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Sunday Post

"Were you bitten?" he asks.

I hesitate.

Friday, October 9, 2009

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.


Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Good luck.

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

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Monday, October 5, 2009

Monday Misunderstandings and Misgivings

"That will come back to haunt you."

-from The Writer's Book of Matches

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Sunday Funday

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