The Thinning of the Veil (Day 13, flash fiction)

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The Thinning of the Veil

“It is on Samhain the veil between the Land of the Living and the Land of the Dead becomes the thinnest.” The witch said. As she said these words, I could once again see my lost loved ones standing there before me as though a fog had been lifted. “Is there anything you wish to say to them?”

“Just tell them I love them, I miss them terribly, and that I hope to see them all again one day.” I told her. She nodded at my words.

“They miss you too.” I smiled sadly at her words, and then I walked back into the darkness.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt Day 13 – Thinning of the Veil provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

This prompt challenge was fun and I’ve never done anything like this before. Thanks Sammi Cox for all these prompts.

Happy Samhain/Halloween! It’s almost over here.

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Trick or Treat (Day 12, poem)

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Trick or Treat

 

If you’re planning to trick or treat

Down this little narrow dark street

Please know I have plenty of candy

That I’ve placed somewhere quite handy

But if you don’t come at all, I don’t care

All the more for me I won’t have to share

 

Joanne Fisher

 

I always buy plenty of sweets for Halloween, mainly so I will have lots left over 😋

 

This was written with the prompt Day 12 – Trick or Treat provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

 

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The Dead Dance (Day 11, flash fiction)

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The Dead Dance

Millie got ready. She applied makeup to make her skin look pallid, and then darkened her eyes. Tonight she was going to The Dead Dance, and she was going as a corpse.

She had received the invitation in the mail. The invitation was on black card with crimson writing that shimmered when you moved the card. Apparently the Dance was very prestigious and was invite only. How she got invited she had no idea, but she was thrilled to be going.

The Dead Dance was held in an old mansion on the edge of town every Halloween. She had no transport of her own, so she traveled by bus part of the way and walked the rest while getting the occasional odd look from passers by, despite it being Halloween. When she arrived at the mansion, there stood a single man by the entrance wearing a dark suit, as she approached he looked down on her.

“Invitation?” He asked as she walked up to him. He held his right hand out before her. Millie handed him the black card, though she was sorry to let it go.

“There you are.” She said. The man smiled at her. It was a cold smile that made her shiver.

“Excellent!” He replied. “You may go through, my lady.”  He swept his hands towards the entrance rather theatrically. Millie walked through.

Millie thought the place was incredible. The mansion was full of wood paneling and rather ancient looking artifacts. The dance itself, was held in a huge ballroom. A string quartet was playing waltzes and almost the entire floor was full of people dancing. Millie thought their costumes were spectacular.  It seemed as though a lot of people had decided to come as vampires, and Millie marveled at how well their costumes had been done. It made her own look silly and childish.

“Care to dance miss?” Asked a man dressed as a vampire, holding his hand out to her.

“Sure.” She replied, and the next thing she knew she was swept up and suddenly in the midst of it all. She didn’t really know how dance a waltz, though she did her best to fake it, it must have been painfully obvious to her partner she didn’t know how, but still he skillfully guided among the throng. His hands were so cold. Millie wondered if he had problems with his circulation.

After what seemed like hours of dancing, Millie managed to free herself and took a break. She felt tired and thirsty. She went to the bar and asked for a drink.

“How about a Bloody Mary?” The bartender suggested.

“Okay.” She replied. She took the drink and took a sip, and almost immediately spat it back out. It tasted atrocious! It was as if they had made it with actual blood… Then she found herself dancing again. Her head was spinning.

At midnight the dancing abruptly stopped. A tall blonde pale woman wearing a long red dress stood on the dais at the end of the room.

“It is now midnight! It’s time for the Big Reveal!” She called out among the revelers. They replied with clapping and cheering. Behind her the cloth covering the back wall came down revealing a mirror that covered the entire wall. To Millie’s shock, she could only see herself and handful of others in the mirror, though in reality she was surrounded by people. She looked at them and found many were now in a circle around her, all looking at her hungrily with their fangs out.

“And now it’s time for the End of Dance Feeding!” the woman on the dais exclaimed.

Joanne Fisher

The ending of this is sort of stolen from the film The Fearless Vampire Killers (aka The Dance of the Dead) where at the end of the film there is a dance in which the protagonists are disguised as vampires only to be undone by the mirror on the wall, in which the actual vampires become aware the protagonists can be seen in it… It’s a bit of an uneven film, but I remember seeing in on TV when I was 11 and really loving it.

This was written with the prompt Day 11 – The Dead Dance provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

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Truth or Dare? (Day 10, flash fiction)

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Truth or Dare?

 

The two of them sat in the dark room.

“Truth or dare?” one of them suddenly said.

“Dare!”

“Okay, go next door and feed on the next door neighbour without charming them.”

“But they’ll scream and be heard.”

“That’s the point.” The other raised their eyebrows.

“Okay.” they said and quickly left. A short time later screaming could be heard. They came back with blood streaming from their mouth. “My turn now. Truth or dare?”

“Dare!”

“Make a video of yourself saying you’re a vampire, showing your fangs at the end, and then post it on YouTube.”

“Fine.” They took out their phone. “I’m a vampire!’ they said and then bared their fangs. They then tapped on their phone screen a few times. “Done! My turn. Truth or dare?”

“Dare!”

“Run around the block screaming out “I am a vampire!” as many times as you can.”

“Right!” They got up and left the house. Repeated shouting of “I am a vampire!” could be heard, at first growing fainter, and then getting louder again. They came back into the room and sat down again. “Truth or dare?” they asked.

“Truth!” the other replied.

“Why do you hang out with me doing this so often?” they asked, still taken aback they had chosen truth.

“Because I like spending time with you.” the other replied.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written with the prompt Day 10 – Truth or Dare provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

 

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Who? (Day 9, flash fiction)

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Who?

 

Late one evening I suddenly heard who? Thinking I had imagined it, I then heard it again, and kept on hearing it through the night. Who?, who?, who?, it went. I couldn’t work out where it was coming from. I thought it might be an owl outside, but the who’s seemed to follow me around inside the house. After several days of it, and feeling slightly out of my wits, I asked my girlfriend if she heard it too.

“Heard what?” she asked.

“The ghost “who” I keep on hearing. It follows me about the house.” I told her.

“Ghost who? No.” she replied looking slightly worried. She tried giving me an encouraging smile, and then retreated to another part of the house while muttering “Weirdo” under her breath.

I now have appointments with my doctor and a clinical psychiatrist next week…

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written with the prompt Day 9 – Ghost Who provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain. I wasn’t sure what this one meant…

 

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Unexpected Guests (Day 8, flash fiction)

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Unexpected Guests

 

Late one evening there was a loud knock on the door. Tom answered it to find two well-dressed strangers standing there. They both looked very pale.

“Excuse us for bothering you at this late hour, but we are your new neighbours. May we come in?” the man asked.

“Sure, come in. My wife and myself happen to be night owls too, so it’s no problem. Come in to our living room.”

“My thanks for your hospitality.” the man bowing slightly. He and the woman walked across the threshold.

“Darling our new next door neighbours are here.” Tom said as he walked into the living room followed by the two guests.

“Oh they haven’t moved into that frightful old mansion next door have they?” his wife asked.

“I think they have. This is my wife Katherine by the way.” Tom said. “Please sit down.” The couple sat down looking slightly uncomfortable.

“My name is Vlad, and this is my wife Svetlana.” Vlad said.

“Pleased to meet you!” Katherine replied. “Can we interest you in a drink?” She picked up a wine bottle.

“No thank you. We don’t drink… wine.” Vlad answered.

“Oh you’re teetotalers?” Katherine asked surprised.

“Not exactly.” Svetlana replied.

“Tell me why do you wear a cape?” Katherine asked Vlad.

“It’s part of my look.” Vlad told her.

“How interesting.”

“Anyway, we should go. We just came her to introduce ourselves really. I guess we’ll see you again shortly.” Vlad said suddenly standing up.

“Well drop in whenever you wish to. We’re often up all night it seems.” Tom informed him.

“Oh darling really!”

Vlad and Svetlana nodded to them and left. Tom closed the door behind them.

“What do you think?” Tom asked Katherine.

“I think they seemed a bit pretentious.” Katherine replied.

“But it might be useful having another vampire couple nearby.” Tom said. Katherine frowned.

“I guess we’ll see. More blood?” she asked holding up the bottle.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written with the prompt Day 8 – Unexpected Guests provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

 

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All Dressed Up (Day 7, poem)

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All Dressed Up

All dressed up and nowhere to go

in his finest suit under the ground

lifeless from his head down to his toe

maybe it’s time to come back around

all it takes is some reanimation

and from the grave he will again rise

due to some malignant machination

but to bring the dead back isn’t wise

out of his grave he will dig upwards then

in the night’s long dark he will feast

preying on the living only stops when

someone lops off the head of this beast

Joanne Fisher

Not my best effort, but at least I’ve kept the Halloween theme…  🤪

This was written with the prompt Day 7 – All Dressed Up provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

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Like a Zombie? (Day 6, flash fiction)

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Like a Zombie?

“You said it was like a zombie?”

“Yeah it was a humanoid figure with pale greenish skin with it’s arms outstretched saying “Brains brains!” as it approached me.”

“Like a zombie?”

“Yeah, totally like a zombie!”

“Surely what you saw was not something like a zombie, but an actual zombie?”

“But zombies don’t exist do they? But this thing was totally like a zombie…”

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt Day 6 – Like a Zombie provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

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The Witch (Day 5, flash fiction)

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The Witch

 

I went to the Witch’s house. It was outside the village and in the middle of the forest. When I finally came to the rather forlorn and shabby looking house, I knocked on the front door two times and waited.

“Enter!” a voice said. I opened the door, which opened with a loud creak, and came into the house. There were jars full of who-knows-what lining the shelves on every wall. In the centre of the room was a fire pit with a large black cauldron on it. The Witch stood there slowly stirring the cauldron with a large stick. She was old and wrinkly  and wore a musty black dress. She looked up at me and smiled. “Come on in my child, and tell me what bothers you.” I walked further in.

“There is a girl in the village called Rosemary who I really love. Can you make her love me?” I asked. The witch cackled.

“Bold you are young one.” she replied and then sighed. “With my cauldron I can create spells that can make potions or charms, or even change the world in a small way. I can make you a love charm, but it will eventually fade. True love is the most powerful magic in the world and beyond my power to create.”

“So what do I do?” I asked her.

“Why not go to her and tell her you feel? If she loves you then all will be good, if she doesn’t at least you will know and then you can move on.” she replied.

“Do you know where I can find someone who can make her truly love me?” She nodded her head in disappointment.

“Did you not heed my advice? If you have to make someone love you, how can that be true love? I know not of anyone powerful enough to do this.” she told me.

“You’re useless then!” I shot back at her. She looked at me and gave me a dark smile. She started stirring the cauldron with greater force.

Smoke rise up and strong wind do blow

make this ungrateful miscreant away and GO!” she chanted.

All of a sudden a strong wind came out of nowhere and I was blown out of the Witch’s house with great force. The door shut loudly behind me. I picked myself up and ran back to the village as fast as I could.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written with the prompt Day 5 – A Cauldron of Spells provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

 

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