On Friday, October 30th, from noon to midnight EST, join your favorite (and maybe some new favorites) romance authors for a fun-filled day of trick-or-treating!
Here’s how it works:
Visit the authors’ Facebook pages and look for the post with #TrickorTreat at the top. Authors will share fun Halloween-themed posts and offer giveaways. Follow each authors’ directions on how to enter to win their giveaway. When you’re ready, you can knock on the next authors’ door!
Participating Authors (check back as more authors will be added):
Heather M. Gardner
Sydney Aaliyah Michelle
I hope you join us for a little romance trick or treat.
Jackie and Dani have prompted me to write a 300 word Flash Fiction piece using the following words: cobweb(s), cauldron(s), jack-o-lantern(s), ghost(s), razor(s). The story can be scary, comical, romantic, whatever I choose. Just be creative! They will pick a winner on October 31, 2012.
Where Have You Been?
I grabbed the knob and pushed the door open. Now, that is odd, the door was unlocked. A cold breeze smacks me in the face as I push open the door.
“No way should it be this cold with the fire going.” I said out loud to no one, but just as I suspected, the fire wasn’t lit.
The room was dark except for a small candle whose light was struggling to shine beyond the jagged smile carved into a jack-o-lantern.
I walked into the corner and looked into the cauldron. As, I reached out my hand, I could faintly sense the warmth, but it was clear, the fire had been out for a while.
A brave spider had already begun to form a cobweb from the top of the pot to points unknown.
A glint of light, bounced off an object lying on the floor. I reached down to pick it up. “Ouch.” Now who would leave a razor on the floor? The razor goes into the pot.
I tasted the creamy sweet blood oozing out of my finger. “Good year.” I laugh at my own joke. But, then stop. My own laugh echoing off the walls even made my skin crawl. Something is clearly wrong.
A draft from an unknown direction swiftly moved through the room and extinguished the small candle.
And, then it made perfect sense.
“Harry, where have you been?”
Never hire a ghost to be your night watchman. They are notoriously unreliable, especially at night.
Ok, so there you have it. My little story in 300 words or less. I don’t know why, but it makes me laugh every time I read it. I hope you enjoy it, too. And, click on the badge to visit and enjoy other Spooktober Fest stories.