Maybe it was too late in the day to do such things, but she tried to solve his riddle
Under the glow of a full moon, she contemplated what he had said and how he had said it
So many possibilities rattled around her cranium, demanding she fit the moving pieces together
Her head started to pound as she felt the pieces fly away, her ability to comprehend slowly devolving to…
Once the ritual words were uttered
And the two men spat in their palms and shook hands
Then the pact was sealed as witnessed by those around
How such a silly contrivance made something binding made her head spin
She scooped out the contents of her soon-to-be jack-o-lantern
Copious amounts of sticky wet goop went plop as it was deposited into the garbage
Releasing a scent that wasn’t as fowl as she had anticipated as the knife cleaned the sides
After a bit more grunt work, the task was finished
Putting her candle inside, the glow from the eyes and mouth gave the room a ghoulish glow
Emmet said he never used his head, so she was happy to use it for him
Finding memories strewn along the river of life
Only they were not yours, but do you really care?
Remembering things that were almost true, but with a twist
Generating new recollections resonating inside your head
Echoing emotional reverberations
That fade to black as you wake up and begin to …
She held the knife in two hands like a samurai sword.
Looking at the watermelon, her sworn enemy, she bowed her head.
It was going to be a battle to the death, but she didn’t feel like dying tonight!
Cutting deftly, the watermelon never had a chance and soon it was bleeding chunks on her counter.
Extremely happy with herself, she popped a piece in her mouth and spit out the seeds.
Giving a toss of the dice, he closed his eyes
And projected the vision he needed as he heard them hit the table
Maybe if he truly believe, his luck would decide to work
But belief and seven bucks would buy him a venti latte at Starbucks
Looking at the pips he shook his head dejectedly. He’d have to go to work tomorrow
Except it wasn’t time to leave yet. He pulled out the last of his bankroll
Clowns paraded and danced in front of her.
It would have been funny if she didn’t know the truth.
Reality was they were the keys to her success.
Committed to helping her cross the threshold into stardom.
Until that very moment, she had believed that this would all work, but now?
So when they pointed at the cannon, she shook her head and backed away.
Quitting the task had never crossed his mind
Unless you counted when he woke up, most of the time during the day, and just before sleeping
Every moment he thought about stopping he somehow found the will to finish it
So when that music in his head announced he was finally done, he let out a sigh of relief
That was short-lived since he realized all he had been doing was just a side…
Sold that ratty old thing on the black market
Of course they didn’t realize what they were getting
Until they took possession. Buyers beware.
Leaving my red haired head, cracked halo, and broken black wings one PlayStation 5 richer.
Penelope looked at her kids and shook her head
Loving them was usually so easy, even if they were little witches
Until they broke something. This time it was the toilet
Now she needed to put on her rubber gloves and pull out her weapon of choice
Going into the bathroom, she stopped in her tracks for a second
Everything was covered!
Readying for her weapon, she battled the summoned demon back down the bowl and flushed.
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