Tag Archives: Halloween

The Game #Ethree #dubleethree

Ghoulish Face

Late at night
I hear a noise
Is she following?
I feel the clammy cold
The clods from her barren grave
I turn and she is just right there
Vacuous eyes staring coldly at me
Dripping rotting flesh as she approaches
Backing away from her I trip and fall
I see the blood of her last victim
She fills the volume before me
Flesh dripping arm reaches out
She touches my shoulder
Her cold dead finger
“Tag, you are it”
She giggles
I’m it


This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. She gave two key words, Empty and Space, and we needed to use synonyms of those words.  I did a double ethree this week.


I Photoshoped a painting for a story I once wrote. This is an iteration of the painting that I did not originally use (I just added it). (I originally did the painting for a portrait class – she is pretty in the original ;).)


Late edit – I just added an animation of the original picture…




Special Brew #haibun #tanka


I flip the leaf of the calendar, as the leaf outside of my window flips and heads towards the ground. I knew it! It is October! That means it is almost time for the spirits to rise on that most special day of the year, Halloween. To raise out own spirits, we need to start the spiced cider boiling, and all of you witches need to make an even more special brew. For:

The leaves are changing
Halloween is almost here
Fix a special treat
Autumn’s dark and deadly brew
Boiled in a witches Cauldron


This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This is the first day of the month, so it is poet’s choice of words. This week i did a Haibun with a Tanka.


Once again I chose one of my drawings. Actually, I picked the drawing first. It is a frame from a video I made as a promo for my first book, The Fireborn. Here is the Video:

(Click here if you don’t see it below)


A Halloween Adventure #haibun #tanka

Super Moon - 2 Nov, 2016

A Halloween Adventure

The night is quiet, still.  Nothing is stirring.  We creep forward.  I let out a nervous giggle, and you shush me, all serious.  I pull myself up, trying to look dignified, though the butterflies fight in my stomach.  You give me strength, but is it enough?  We have been moving slow, carefully, but are approaching the hidden crypt.  What will we find there?  Although apprehensive, I take the lead and open the door.  It is my place, after all. But I’m sure you can tell that I am spooked.  Much more brave than I, you smile, brush past me. Taking my hand you pull me through the threshold, closer to the uncharted tomb darkness.  I was hesitant at first, but your mood is contagious and I continue on, trying to echo your confidence.

A chill down my spine
A serious look from you
I approach the vault
Both anxious and excited
I head into the unknown


Sneaking into a cemetery late on Halloween night?  Perhaps into a mausoleum?  The catacombs under the ruins of an old church? Or did you put an R-Rated meaning to the words?  An X-Rated meaning?  Get your mind out of the gutter! ;)  Anyway, I guess if they are sneaking into a hidden tomb somewhere, it is their first time…

Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  The words this week are “Afraid” and “Grave“.  This week I did a Haibun with a Tanka as the poem.  I tried to use the “key” words multiple times, with different meanings.

Darkening Story – #haiku #tanka

Piles of them

Hue towards orange
Bruise purple and macabre brown
The world turns spooky

Lose leaves on patio

Tingle down my spine
Visions of a darkened hue
Words ghoulishly stained
This season I like to read
Some tales embellished by fear

Halley Pencil Skull

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge.  Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves.  The words this week are “Color” and “Creepy“..  This week I decided to do both a haiku and a tanka.

Halloween – #Haibun #Tanka

Will o' the Wisp


It is dark as I walk past the ancient graveyard.  What’s that?  A ball of light floats inches off the ground, silver will of the whisp. My heart beats quicker, my footsteps are rushed.  Noises fill the air.  I turn and scream, for now I see them.

Recoil in fear
Ghosts and goblins tread this eve
The dead walk the earth
The world of spirit and life
Merge into one on this day

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge.  The key words today were “Fright” and “Night”, yet for this special while she is away, we are to only use synonyms.  My Tanka might not be exactly a Tanka, but close enough ;)

The Display

“Wow, look at that Halloween display!  isn’t it great?”

“It looks pretty creepy to me.  Brrr… so realistic.  Almost too realistic.”

“Haha, I know.  I mean, just looking at it I can imagine the smell of decay.”

“Yuck.  That smell is real.  Are you sure they didn’t put some rotting meat back there to add that touch?”

“I’ll go find out.”

“Jim Schudel, you get back here!  Don’t you go nosing around in someone’s Halloween display!”

“Oh, come on.  There’s nothing to worry about.”

“No, you get back here, now.  Jim?  Jim?  Stop playing games.  Get back here now!.  Jim, this isn’t funny….”

“Wow, look at that Halloween display!  It is so realistic.  The bodies…”

“Oh man, it is too realistic, I’m getting nauseous.”

“Oh, come on, it’s just a display.  Hey, that looks just like Jim Schudel.  Oh, the body is over there, and it’s wearing exactly what he had on earlier today.  I mean, how creepy can you get?”

“I don’t like this.  Let’s go.”

“No, I want to go over and see how they made Jim’s head so realistic.”

“No Aaron, don’t.  Please.  Aaron, get back here.  Aaron?  Aaron?  OK, this isn’t funny, Aaron.  Where did you go?  Come out here, now!”

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Another little bit of Halloween madness ;)

The Battle of Halloween



PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“There’s a war between the witches and wizards today!”

“Sure there is, Tommy.  What is it, too close to Halloween or too much Harry Potter?”

“But look at the sky!”

“I am, and a beautiful sunset it is.”

Mom just didn’t understand.

The sky blazed in glorious black and orange, as the powers silently battled in the clouds.  Tommy watched as the cloud witch on her broomstick with her pointy cap battled the glowing beak-nosed cloud wizard. The wizard’s mouth was wide open, no doubt screaming a spell at the witch.

Tommy knew it would be the best Halloween ever.

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A Halloween Ditty


Years ago I wrote a little Halloween ditty.  It was just a quick hack job, but it came out OK.    Of course, in best Liszt tradition, I incorporated the Dies irae.  Shortly after I wrote it I wrote the first movement of a sonata that used a similar theme.  I now have a hard time listening to this because it sounds like a ghost of the much better piece.  Here is the original Halloween music: Continue reading

Break the Cycle


The girl at once looked out of place and yet perfectly natural as she stood in front of my house. Her colonial attire was flawless and matched the colonial houses of the neighborhood.   Being a bit of an amateur historian I placed her costume at late 17th century, not too different from a classic picture of a Pilgrim girl at the first Thanksgiving. Perhaps, I thought with a laugh, she looked more like a witch’s apprentice in the Salem trials.

When we first moved in the kids used to play pranks on the old ‘haunted house’ and its new inhabitants, particularly at Halloween. As the kids got used to us living here the pranks and whispers slowly died out. Nobody had pulled a stunt like this in ages. I had to wonder what this girl heard. She couldn’t have been more than a baby when we moved in 16 years ago.

As I was closing the front door a man said, “Break the cycle.” I turned but nobody was there. Continue reading