The Bag Lady

You’d better put that down!

Why? Everyone knows you can’t get warts from a frog.

Oh, really? Been reading “National Geographic” again?

Well, yes, but you know I only look at it for . . .you know.

Uh huh, bet you got your mom fooled, thinking you’re reading it for a report. No problem, we all do it.

This frog is a beauty. Guess I should put him back in the water.

Yeah. Hey, look over there!

Cool, lets go! Maybe we can find something cool to take home!

The two ten year old boys walked over the bridge to the village. Some vendors were setting up near the pond and others had tent like extensions from their trucks. As they came upon a freestanding tent they stepped in. An old man dressed as a wizard sat at a table and motioned the boys to sit down. “Place your hands on the ball and I’ll tell your future.” The curious boys did what they were told and the wizard made up a story for each boy.

On the way home, their palms started to itch. They both looked down to see something odd. Their palms were covered in wizard warts.

I thought you said you couldn’t get warts from frogs!

As they looked again, the warts were gone. The old wizard always was a trickster.

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Daily Writing Challenge (DWC)

One of my favorite Halloween/horror characters is the vampire. Vampires have been portrayed as lost souls, blood-sucking monsters, romantic interests, proper ladies and gentleman, and children forever trapped by a curse.

Your challenge for today is to explore the world of vampires and see what you find there.

Three Things Challenge (3TC)

For today’s Three Things Challenge, the words are: aging, life, timeless.

For those who may be unfamiliar with the 3TC…simply consider the three words above and follow where they lead you.

I don’t usually do interviews, but since it is October and ghouls pervade the everyday, I consent. Many names have been given to me over the thousand years of my existence, but I prefer Nosferatu. I do not show any further deterioration since the thirtieth year of my life when I succumbed to my father. Now aging is but a memory. If I had known I would look like this forever, I would have preferred a younger version of myself. The photo above is a rare one, showing my worst self. It does make it more difficult to seduce my victims, but in a darkened alley, it matters not.

Once I have made my selection–usually a young woman with a long neck and timeless beauty, I may take her in the alley or I may follow her home and wait till she sleeps. I may drain her completely or keep her for my own. Sometimes they become vampires that seduce men if I need to quench my thirst at a later time.

I never wanted this life, it does get tedious, being immortal. If only there weren’t so many changes, it’s hard to keep up with the enemy of the decade, wars, styles of clothing. After all I must be discreet and maintain in order to fit in. Of course only a few decades and I have to change venues before someone notices my looks haven’t changed. Therefore I have been all over the world without being suspected of being what I really am. A monster you think. . .was it my choice to be fed upon by my father who made me? I have no choice. When my thirst turns to excruciating pain I have to feed and of course my preference is a young and healthy body. Many others like me were so desperate they fell from diseased bodies. You have to be careful, which is one reason to keep a few living vessels in store. Gruesome, you think, I’m sure, but it is no different than keeping a well stocked cupboard in your kitchen.

I must say you seem rather relaxed at my words where others would be frightened and back away. You are a lovely young lady, and such a beautiful décolletage. It’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed such. . .beauty, pardon me.

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Nosferatu takes out a perfectly folded handkerchief and dabs his lips, careful to swab his drool. The interviewer shifts uneasily in her seat. As he looks away to subdue his desires, the woman jumps onto his body, rips open his neck with her teeth, and drains his weakened body.

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Halloween party, have to dress as a Redwall book series character:

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(Secret Keeper words – lock,step,numb,past, and sound)

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Here I sit, contemplating my past

Smoking the cancer stick

It’s too late now, why not enjoy my last lock on death

The silent sound of misery is here in flocks of crows mocking my presence

I can’t step away from my fate

I can only enjoy the numbness of my limited existence.

Weekly Writing Challenge #162

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Down the devilish dervish the dopamined derelict drenched himself with the diapason of heavy metal, trying to drown out the dispensation of the drizzling blood of his too often punctured arm.

In his stupor, the music could never be enough to keep him from the deafening darkness of his sordid life. He leaned back on the tattered piece of drywall contemplating what could have been, what he should have been, only hoping to drift away as a dried dandelion on the breeze.

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Always take my breath

As sparks the touch continues

When once again we unite

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #222 Breath&Unite

Ever had something make you shiver and quiver?

Grab your stomach and ruin your liver?

Well that’s what happened to me

Sitting there unsuspectingly

Trying to forget a horrible day

Hoping lots of wine would take it away

But that didn’t happen, need I say

No, it insured my unusual fate.

Walking home I passed the stones

You know the ones, covering bones

Slightly askew, some pretentious

As if the interred was someone pious

And that’s when I felt it, made me shiver

My hair stood up, my hands aquiver

Something not easy to spy

Out of the corner of my eye

Sneaking around the imprinted boulders

Suddenly felt I wasn’t getting any older

Would succumb to this wannabe ghoul

Brandishing a scythe as his horrid tool

I stepped lively started to panic

My actions caused a trip, I was manic

I looked around, it had disappeared

I thought I was silly, showing such fear

Hurried home and now feeling not at all safe

As eerie itching on my neck, starts to chafe.

October Writing Prompts

(love, gift, fate)

She fingered the card, wondering if it would be a terrible idea, a witch doctor. Residing in New Orleans for almost five years, she had heard rumors of them. Relying on one to tell you your fate, determining what you might do to change it, all seemed a bit frightening.

Marie knew a few people who asked advice for love, and plenty who gave unsolicited council on the subject. What she needed now was the gift of an authentic shaman to make a decision.

She entered the establishment, surprisingly plain except for a number of gold framed mirrors. The man appeared to be normal, but had a familiar look. Possibly asking advice from this doctor would solve her problem. She failed to see the reverse side of the card before walking in. (Donald Trump, At Your Service).

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It’s hard to imagine the depth of my love for you

As deep as the ocean, a thousand fathoms deep?

I have tried to dismiss you

I have tried to think I don’t care

The waves of love roll in and peak around me

Then always return to the larger question

How far would I go to always lay in the deep

Fathom – Word of the Day Challenge