hallows-eve

He gestured at me. __o you like the blanket?__ nodded. __t__ warm.___ made it. Well, actually, I didn__ skin the animal, but I did kill it_.after the others pinned it down. It__ werewolf skin.__y heart faltered; I gripped at a wad of black fur.__ slayed the beast for you, Catherine. I used your sword. It was your grandmother__ idea actually, a wedding present. You mentioned how chilly you g

Thank you,_ I managed to say.Replying with a nod, he approached my horse. __ere, let me help you___ slipped down myself before he could lend a hand, keeping the fur hide in my possession. ____ not suddenly incapable because I wear a dress, Thaddeus.___ wasn__ suggesting_._ Wisely, he let the issue drop.Lifting an arm, he offered it to me. That__ when I noticed my sword in sheath belted to his waist.__hat__ mine!_ I declared, reaching for the hilt.Thaddeus managed a quick side-step. He hardened his jaw at my look of incredulity. I would only wait momentarily for an explanation. __ know the sword is yours, Catherine, everyone knows that. But you__e too beautiful tonight to ruin that radiant look with an ugly, leather belt strapped about you.__ was starting to think the man was using compliments as a weapon to defend himself against me. It did work to temper my anger somewhat.__ brought the sword as a cautionary act, just in case those nasty werewolves show up. Seeing how I__l be standing beside you all evening, the blade will be at your disposal if needed.__ accepted his reasoning and stood down. __esides,_ Thaddeus added, apparently feeling safe, __hat__ yours is mine now anyway.__ glared at the fool. __hat works both ways, you know.__e rolled his eyes and shrugged. __f it must.__gain, he offered me his arm which I grudgingly accepted.

Are you ready to go home, Catherine?_ he asked. __t__ warm inside the house. I kept a fire going for you.__ continued looking at him, unsure how to respond. __hanks,_ I managed to say and then glanced in the direction of his house__ur house. __ell, you are my wife. And I know you don__ like the cold.____ his wife, I thought to myself. He had said the words as if that simple fact made it necessary to be both thoughtful and kind. As if having gained a wife or husband meant having also gained her or his concerns, and hence the need to consider the person__ needs, wants, and preferences as strongly as one__ own. It struck me as a perfect description of what marriage ought to be. An agreeable notion that had not entered into my petty way of viewing matrimony. I would have assumed it to be above Thaddeus_ egotistical mindset as well.__atherine?_ he said again, watching me regard him with a quizzical expression. __re you ready to go home?__ nodded, which made him smile.

It's Halloween,The night we all play,Trick or treat,We won't go away.Be we ghoul or goblin, ghost,We'll knock on your door,To see who scares you the most.But cringe not in fear,Or cry out in pain,Cause it's only a game,Oh, what a shame.But don't despair,In the cold night air,Because we'll be back,And then you'll be scared!But not just one,Or even two.And so we bid you,A sweet adieu.

On Hallows Eve, we witches meetto broil and bubble tasty treatslike goblin thumbs with venom dip,crisp bat wings, and fried fingertips.We bake the loudest cackle crunch,and brew the thickest quagmire punch.Delicious are the rotting flieswhen sprinkled over spider pies.And, my oh my, the ogre brainsall scrambled up with wolf remains!But what I love the most, it__ true,are festered boils mixed in stew.They cook up oh so tenderly.It goes quite well with mugwort tea.So, don__ be shy; the cauldron__ hot.Jump in! We witches eat a lot!

Enemies may unite to eliminate a common threat, but never without a wary eye fixed on their ally.

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!

Turn around_.you__e got grass and dead flowers__y fingers naturally began to comb through my long, black strands, shaking things loose as Sarti carefully removed more stubborn pieces. The flowers had been left over from my forced marriage to Thaddeus. The grass, from a sensual night with Kresh the eve of my honeymoon. Devilish irony.

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!

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.

Kresh kept silent beside me as Baron rehearsed his deadly plan. I listened with my eyes aimed at the horizon, witnessing the night consume a final red vein of daylight. It struck me that nightfall always drowned the sunset. Never did the sun resurface from where it sank, nor would it ever.

I let my sword slip to the ground, and for the second time I stood unarmed in the presence of werewolves.Kresh put his lips to my forehead, and my skin burned beneath his kiss. When his hands repositioned to take me by the waist, my breathing__lready shallow__eased entirely. Then his lips fell on mine and I was suddenly everything he claimed me to be__is mate, his wife, his world.The taste of him seemed mysteriously new and old at the same time. Every bit of tension eased as if internally I had come home again, and yet a sense of foreignness made our connection a sweet venture. My breast was afire as he continued to grasp my hips, keeping me close. I burned for him as if vampire venom were coursing through every inch of me. The man was a constellation of suns in my desire, unlike Thaddeus who hardly equaled a speck of stardust. The thought of that coward reminded me of grim news. It took every bit of willpower I possessed to tear my lips away from what they craved, and yet I remained a submissive puddle in this werewolf__ arms.

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.