halloween

The Harvest Moon glows round and bold,In pumpkin shades outlined in gold,Illuminating eerie forms,Unnatural as a candied corn.Beware what dare crawls up your sleeve,For 'tis the night called Hallows Eve.

The coldest day in fallis at the Hallows Evening ballwhere ghoulish funavoids the sunas monsters mingle wall to wall.

Witches cackle.Goblins growl.Spectres boo,And werewolves howl.Black cats hiss.Bats flap their wings.Mummies moan.The cold wind sings.Ogre__ roar.And crows, they caw.Vampires bahahahaha.Warlocks swish their moonlit capes.Loch Ness monsters churn the lake.Skeletons, they rattle bonesWhile graveyards crack the old headstones.All the while the ghouls, they cryTo trick-or-treaters passing by.Oh, the noise on Halloween;It makes me want to scream!

A pumpkin lives but once a year when someone sets its soul afire and on that night it stirs up fear until its flame is snuffed.But e'en one night of eerie light is fright enough.

The whispers you hear in your ear that you fear in the air everywhere,they are ghosts.The moans and the groans in the lowest of tones no one owns or condones, they are ghosts.You might deem them gremlins or water or wind,while others say shadows or rodents or sin.But oh! I say no! __is not so, child, for lo!The chills that you feel in a thrill that proves goose bumps are frightfully real,they are ghosts!

The jack-o-lantern follows me with tapered, glowing eyes.His yellow teeth grin evily. His cackle I despise.But I shall have the final laugh when Halloween is through.This pumpkin king I__l split in half to make a pie for two.

Treats and tricks.Witch broomsticks.Jack-o-lanternsLick their lips.Crows and cats.Vampire bats.Capes and fangsAnd pointed hats.Werewolves howl.Phantoms prowl.Halloween__ Upon us now.

Go put on your mask.Say 'trick-or-treat' in costume.It__ All Hallows Eve.

A Halloween flower,if ever there was one,would smell like an onion,have thorns like a rose.With charcoal black petalsand vines that entangle,t'would grow under moonlightin mud, I suppose.

I squinted at the western sky behind Thaddeus, a blood-red smear melting into blackness. Twisting my neck, I glanced the opposite direction. My teeth clenched at a magnified, round moon nearly as scarlet as the portending sunset, its luminous face half masked by hazy cloud cover. Hatred, vengeance, anger_such emotions coursed through my veins in a poisonous concoction that muddied my mind, impelling me to grip my sword tighter and fight with every ounce of strength I possessed against those who threatened my family - my kind. Currently, Thaddeus was behaving as such a threat, using his powers of persuasion to condone human sacrifice for some outrageously perceived good. He wanted an offering for the monsters; a desperate, futile offering of human flesh that would in no way protect the other villagers from being mauled as he promised.

It isn__ always true that a critical end justifies desperate means.

His breathing was heavy, and full of life. He shivered still, his hand finding Katty unsteady and unprepared of what was going to come next. __ hurt you!_ Nico said, his voice raised with worry. __o, not at all, honey, my sweetest Master, but you have me, all of me, the wholeness of me and my darkness._ __ou play with the devil dear._ Nico sombered. __o._ Katty defiantly said. __ou took my blood and it made me your slave, yet I love every minute of it.___ell me you love me Katty._ He said, nearing her closer than close, mending the space between them with the threads of courage. __ell me you have no fear, nor no weakness against me. Or no shame in loving me.___ fear you not, my love._ Katty sincerely committed. __ fear only that you will be taken away by the hands of the vampire hunter, and only then, will I fall.

...flames moved towards himand dropped within-singed and marred his tender skin ...(the frightful plight tale)

It's Halloween, you can tell everyone you're going as your favorite Steampunck character.""I don't even know what that is!""Because your generation has no taste in speculative science fiction.

Don__ get all gothic and emo on me now. - Tory

I__ not a big fan of Halloween. Except for the dressing up part. I love picking out a costume. - Tory

You__e beautiful when you do that.__he dropped her gaze to his. __hat__ that?___mile.

I hate this night. I hate that it makes me a person so truly removed from the real me; this man who sits in silence in his parlor _ purposely quarantined from his family _ is not who I want to be. But on Halloween night, this awful impostor wafts over me like morning fog, and I know there__ no resisting him. Like one anticipates the common cold brought on by a harsh winter, I know this broken and terrified man will soon be visiting when the evening of October 31st falls upon us. And on this yearly autumn night, he will sit and drink. And remember.