Holiday
The Christmas Music Box
Halloween had always been Darren’s favorite. It was a shame, Rebecca thought, that he was no longer here to celebrate it. She thought about the last Halloween - how his sandy blonde hair had stood on end, pulled by the static as he slipped off his batman mask, blue eyes twinkling in the orange glow that permeated everything that night. She thought about how she was torn over celebrating, or not, as she hoisted tote bags full of his favorite peanut butter filled chocolates onto the counter. She knew he would want her to celebrate, how his smile would have crinkled into a mischievous smirk planning costumes and tricks to go with the treats, but her broken heart felt so empty now that faux tombstones had turned into real monuments of grief. Her melancholy escaped from her chest in a deep sigh as she looked around the quaint kitchen until her eyes found the trim around the door that led to the mud room.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a month ago in Fiction
The Stroke of Midnight 2
There I was laying in my bed and I heard "You're next." whispered so hauntingly. For some reason I was not really just afraid I was terrified for I also heard a growl. I got up and believe or not I faced the fear and grabbed the crucifix I had on the dresser. I slowly opened the door, and it seemed quiet and I proceeded quietly looking around all corners. The whispering started again and carried the crucifix higher and spouting "Get out Evil." Whispering continued as I continued to the end of the hallway and then went downstairs slowly.
By Mark Grahamabout a month ago in Fiction
The Stroke of Midnight
At the stroke of midnight when things start to go eerily quiet. You are sitting wherever at your desk, in your favorite chair, or maybe even in bed all nice and cozy. Then it starts the scratching, the whining, the whispering. You sit or lie there hoping and praying that the sounds stop. It goes eerily quiet again. The clock still shows midnight, but it seems later and at that time the footsteps plod along, stopping at your door, whispers you can't make out, but you try to understand. There's a screaming howl just then and you hear "You're next."
By Mark Grahamabout a month ago in Fiction
Stitch. Out of Season
After four weeks of trying to stitch herself back into a life she barely remembered, Sara Foxgrave starts to realize that whatever followed her home isn’t done with her. Maine is supposed to be safe. Normal. Predictable. But when a summer flower blooms in the dead of October, Sara learns that reality has no intention of staying in its lane.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Fiction
Summerween...What?
Alright, so this piece is inspired by the following writing prompt: Write a story about something appearing, happening, or returning at exactly the wrong time of year. Interesting topic, but I have something fun in mind. Might be a tad... odd though. Well, you asked for it! Please enjoy,
By Rain Dayzeabout a month ago in Fiction
Seasonal Tastes
“Yes, I know, Mom. You won’t buy fruit out of season. So, we can’t buy peaches in November because they are imported. You have said it a thousand times. But, just so you know, I do have a taste for peach cobbler. Ripe, juicy peaches with crumbles on top. Or even peach pie. Maybe we can get a frozen peach pie.” She shook her head in disgust, clearly thinking I had not learned from her lecturing -what she called advice - through the years.
By Andrea Corwin about a month ago in Fiction
Final Service: Samhain. Top Story - September 2026.
The All Hallows Supply Co. appeared between the payday-loan office and a vape shop on the first Thursday in June. It caught Rhea's eye because she had become the kind of person to scope out empty storefronts. For months, she had driven the same commercial strip to stare longingly at the unit she had finally signed the lease on a week prior. It wouldn't be long before the old abandoned sandwich shop had a new name and life. Cinnamon buns the size of a wrestler's fist would be displayed in the front window, and the smell of sourdough would enchant the small town. Lemon squares and salted caramel cakes would sit behind the glass, and become responsible for at least five pounds of carb-related weight gain for the people of Blackford.
By Autumn Stewabout a month ago in Fiction
Can I please set of fireworks for Halloween
I love fireworks! Have you ever set fire to a fallen leaf? 🍂 Smells just like fireworks! Makes sense with this connection similarity for there to be a Halloween tradition of fireworks. The stores that stay around after fourth of July have Halloween fireworks. Got to experience these when I went to Disney World during Mickey Halloween for my honeymoon, but would be great to not have to pay Disney prices for a themed fireworks show in the fall.
By Seashell Harpspring about a month ago in Fiction
