Halloween Anticipation (a 100 word story)

Francis sharpened his knife for like the twelfth time.  Tomorrow would be Halloween, and it would finally be his time.  It had taken him weeks of sacrifice to be ready.  His guests wouldn’t be expecting what he was planning.

Suddenly goosebumps caused his arm hairs to stand at attention.  He used the knife to trim them.  Yeah, it was sharp enough.  It would part flesh with ease.  He couldn’t wait to carve his way into infamy.

Francis put another brisket into the smoker and wondered if cutting into that would feel the same as…  Well, he would see tomorrow night.

 

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Crafty (an acrostic poem)

Cutting out the little pieces of paper

Ronald began arranging them

As he did, he thought of Alexa

Finding this would give her a lot of hope

Though it would be more bittersweet

You would think a ransom note would bring a bit more joy

 

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Scared (an acrostic poem)

Slipping behind the unsuspecting teenagers

Catching them totally flatfooted

As I swing my ax in a gleeful arc

Red blood squirting everywhere

Even blinding me for a moment.  I panic and wipe it away

Damn, that was a frightening moment for me.

 

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