InvidiaRed Posted Sunday at 12:15 AM Report Posted Sunday at 12:15 AM (edited) Come my darlings its that time of the year. The touch of fall tastes wind sweet on the desert air. The Harvest precedes the frost and the scarecrows grow active in their migratory phase. Aplenty is abound like the changes of the moon. For wealth cannot be measured in dead metal and electric glyphs. Hark! The Heralds cry! To thy bounty's surplus. Welcome to One and all and thy ambitions The RULES Keep you submission Under 50K Include all appropriate tags at the beginning of the story Horror/ Halloween/Festival theme Original Fiction May your roots draw deep beyond the frost Your pursuers cramp before the butcher’s blade The fairy rings open to hallowed halls. The leaves begin to sing in autumnal hues. Experience is Fall’s true due! Edited 6 hours ago by InvidiaRed Clarity thy true weakness BronxWench 1 Quote
Desiderius Price Posted Sunday at 12:25 AM Report Posted Sunday at 12:25 AM Ack! Run, hide, Halloween is nearly here! (Whoever’s eating the calendar, please stop, time goes by fast enough as it is.) BronxWench and InvidiaRed 2 Quote
InvidiaRed Posted Sunday at 08:11 PM Author Report Posted Sunday at 08:11 PM Interregnum A police officer is notified by dispatch to check an abandoned mall on Halloween with a storm coming in. (Violence, Blood and other Tags as needed.) BronxWench 1 Quote
GeorgeGlass Posted 9 hours ago Report Posted 9 hours ago I don’t think I have the bandwidth to write a story this year. Instead, I’ll write a poem titled, “You Were Warned.” Quote
InvidiaRed Posted 6 hours ago Author Report Posted 6 hours ago (edited) 3 hours ago, GeorgeGlass said: I don’t think I have the bandwidth to write a story this year. Instead, I’ll write a poem titled, “You Were Warned.” Looking forward to it Edited 6 hours ago by InvidiaRed Clarity thy true weakness Quote
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