Posts Tagged With: Halloween

I’ve The Perfect Halloween Cat

(Warning: lazy post)

Meet Elsa. She looks like a cat, but I’m sure she’s an alien in disguise. While she is at least double the healthy weigh for a cat (these pics do her so much justice, you have no idea), she’s managed to survived. Unlike many overweight humans, however, she can still jump onto high places, like this table.

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Oh, you couldn’t see her inside all that bag?

 

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That’s all I’ve got.

Happy Halloween!

Till Next,

-Will

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Day 1 and I’m Already Crashing

I’ve come to realize that staying up until after 2:00 am is really not a great idea, especially when you have university the next morning. Coffee can save you from this wretched state of sleep deprivation for a little while in the morning, but it soon wears off. When you have to walk for fifteen minutes in -15 degrees Celsius with a crazy, freezing wind, just so you can take the bus to school, try and stay awake through a couple of classes, take the bus back, walk home in even colder wind, by the time you actually get home you’re ready to pass out. And the best way to end this wonderful day is having to go back to the university in three hours for a class at four in the afternoon. By the time I eat lunch, and get some homework done, there’s no time for an afternoon nap. Well, another coffee should take care of this.

Okay, so the Keurig needs to be filled with water. No big deal. I’ll just fill it now and get my favourite coffee – what? We’re out of Caramel Vanilla Cream K-Cups?! My life will go on, it’ll just be very, very depressing. I guess I’ll just have to my other favourite flavour, Mocha Nut Fudge. Oh wait, we’re out of that too. And Butter Toffee. And Breakfast Blend. And French Vanilla. And Columbian. And Christmas Blend. What the hell???

These were my exact thoughts when I realized the only K-Cups we do have at the moment are Decaf, some strawberry crap and this Nuits Parisienne which is blacker than outer space. Yuck!

Maybe all this leftover candy from Halloween will do the trick, though.

So, this was pretty much the gist of my day. On a brighter note, when I was up until 2, I managed to write 4,644 words! I’m not sure where it came from, because that’s a lot of words for two hours, but it happened. Now I’m peeing my pants with excitement because this is practically two days ahead of where I need to be for NaNoWriMo, and I still have more of today to procrastinate on school assignments and write! On a whole, life is good. It may be freezing outside, I might not have any good coffee, I may be just slightly behind in school, but I got to write today so it was a good day.

So, how is NaNo going for everyone else? I know it’s only November 1st, but you may have a funny, or interesting, story to share about NaNo. Feel free to share your thoughts.

If you’re feeling particularly sorry for me, you already know my favourite K-Cups and it’s no problem for me to give you my address. I’ll gladly accept them as gifts!

Good luck for the rest of November and thanks for reading!

Till Next,

-Will

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Lucifer’s Library and Other Great Places To Visit

Okay, so right off the bat I thought I’d share some crucial information with you. Since this is a blog about writing, and not travel, this is not a post about travelling. Also, f there ever existed a place called ‘Lucifer’s Library’, I would personally steer clear. Just sayin’.

So, then why this crazy title? Well, it is a long story but I won’t bore you with the particulars. Here is the twitter-sized version:

In Grade 8 we were told to write a horror story for Halloween. My result was Lucifer’s Library.

As I mentioned yesterday, I would be sharing this little gem with you. It’s my first shot at the horror genre, something I only tried to tackle a couple other times. This story is not a work of any kind of literary merit or genius (I was only in Grade 8 when I wrote it), but it is interesting – for me, at least. Maybe you’ll like it. I certainly like the premise and the plot; it’s just the writing that is lacking slightly. But back then I didn’t have all the life experiences and writing knowledge that I do now, at the distinguished age of……nevermind.

Well, what else can I tell you? I’m trying to keep myself occupied because I have to work in the front room – instead of my wonderful bedroom – because I get to hand out candy to all the little children today. So far, no children in sight. I don’t blame them, though. It is -15 degrees Celsius. Yikes!

I actually prefer not getting interrupted and, besides, the fewer children that come here means the more candy there is for me. 🙂

Here’s Lucifer’s Library. Enjoy this piece of my childhood writing while I enjoy this piece of candy.

Lucifer’s Library

She was greeted by an old man with an old, kind face. He’s nothing like what the stories say, Janet Green thought to herself, curiously observing the old man.

The sweet old man smiled. “I knew you’d be coming here soon.” He stood behind his desk which faced the front doors to the library, which he ran by himself.

Janet frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, seeing the man as more peculiar than creepy.

He smiled again. “I’ve seen the way you look at this place when you pass it on the street.” His eyebrows rose, opening his eyes wider, and yet they seemed to darken slightly. “I’ve seen your attraction to this place.”

Does he use this line with all his customers? Janet thought, giving the man an unimpressed look. However, she couldn’t help but begin to feel an urge to look around, as she had felt each time she walked by the place. “I guess I’ve always been interested in this place,” she said with a shrug.

“You’re different than the others, Janet,” the old man replied, his smile fading away. “I can see it in your eyes.” The old man clasped his hands together, stepping out from behind his desk. “But, alas, let’s look at the books, shall we?”

Janet nodded eagerly. “That’s why I’m here.” She followed the man to a large room behind the desk, filled with bookshelves upon bookshelves of books upon books. It all looked rather welcoming and fun. All but one lonely shelf, in the darkest corner of the room.

“What’s on that shelf?” Janet started towards the shelf, which housed a single, leather-bound book.

The old man reached a hand forward and caught her arm, squeezing tight. “Don’t go there,” he snapped. His aged features formed a look of warning. “Don’t open that book! It’s an evil book, and only dark and terrible things have come to those who read it.” He waved his free hand around the room, and his face lit up in an angelic smile. “You can read any book you like, any book at all – except for that one.” His narrow finger fell on the book in the corner across the room. “I’m warning you now, don’t let it take you. Resist its calling.” He let go of her arm and smiled again, something he seemed to do a lot. “Now, stay as long as you wish, and take as many books as you wish.” With that he turned on his heel and walked back to his desk, barely visible from between the rows of bookshelves.

Once again, Janet found her eyes staring at the book in the corner, but she quickly averted her gaze to another book, on a shelf beside her. She pulled it off the shelf, meticulously examining the cover. It looked interesting enough. With one last look at the book in the corner, she turned and left.

The next morning she told her father not to pick her up from school, because she said that she would walk home. On her way home, as was her intention, she stopped off at the library.

“Did you finish your book?” the old man asked.

“Yes,” Janet cried. “It was amazing! I couldn’t stop reading!”

“Then you may go pick another,” the man said, taking the book from Janet’s hands.

She entered the book filled room she had been in yesterday, but felt a presence, as if someone else was in the room. After Janet was satisfied she was alone, she realized that the book in the corner, that had caught her attention before, seemed to be emanating its own life force. It was the most peculiar sensation that Janet had ever experienced, so she walked up to the book and pulled it off the dusty shelf. There was neither a title nor a picture on the cover. A part of her wanted to put the book back on the shelf, but the part that wanted to open the book was taking over.

As if fighting herself, Janet finally decided to open the book. She didn’t quite understand what she was reading, but her eyes were glued to the pages so she just read. As she did, her eyes became suddenly bloodshot. Janet was never the same again.

Janet threw the book to the ground, wishing that she had never opened it, and ran out the library, into the pouring rain. She was intent on getting as far away from the book as possible, not even realizing she was heading for her house until after she arrived.

The old man back at the library had run outside, only to see Janet disappear around the corner. “Janet,” he called, “I thought you were different.”

Janet’s father ran to her when she came in the door, dripping wet and out of breath. “Janet, honey! What’s wrong?” he asked.

Janet suddenly burst into tears. “I shouldn’t have done it! But it was taunting me! Tempting me to open it and read it!” She ran to her bedroom and slammed the door.

She fell on her bed, wiping away her tears. Before she could lay down, her father knocked on the door. “Are you all right, Janet?”

“Ya,” Janet called out, realizing she was being stupid. She took a deep breath and tried to be calm. She was stupid if she believed anything would actually happen to her. “I was practicing for the school play,” she lied, complete with a fake smile. “I was hoping to get an honest reaction from you.”

“Oh,” her father said. “You’re really good. You made me think something was actually wrong. I guess I’ll let you practice.” He closed the door, and Janet felt a sudden chill.

She ignored the fact that her clothes were still wet from the rain, and laid down on her bed, snuggling up with her blanket. Feeling something hard under her head, she sat up and moved her pillow, wondering what was there. Janet jumped up from her bed, staring down in horror. It couldn’t be, but it was. Lying on her bed, where her pillow had been, was the book from the corner in the library.

Janet felt pain growing inside of her entire body, but as if being controlled by some other force, she sat back down and opened the book. Instead of words, like the first time, Janet found only bloodstains on the thick, dusty pages. From the crease of the book, wicked vines slowly snaked out. The gnarled vines slithered up her body until they tenaciously grappled her neck, squeezing tightly.

Janet tried to scream, but couldn’t manage a sound. Thorns on the vines were cutting her neck, and her blood fell to join the other stains on the pages. She tried to use her hands to rip away the vines, but it was a futile effort that only led to her hands getting cut up. Janet was pulled down to her bed, one side of her face pressed against the mattress. After a short while, when Janet finally stopped fighting back, the vines receded, the book closed, leaving Janet cold and limp. And as a wicked voice sounded all the way around the room, saying, “Goodnight, Janet,” she dove into a deep, dark sleep, and didn’t ever again wake up.

And all the while, the old man from the library sat at his desk, a pen in hand. On his desk was a piece of paper with a different name on every line. The first dozen or so had lines through them. He brought his pen down to the paper, and crossed out the next name on the list: Janet Green. His dark eyes then fell on the name below it, a twisted smile dawning on his face.

THE END

Well thanks for reading.

Till Next,

-Will

P.S. Just thought I’d warn you that I think I saw your name next on the list. :S

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Perspective – Chapters 5, 6 & 7

Just like the title suggests, I’ve posted Chapters 5, 6 and 7 of Perspective. If you’ve been reading it so far, you don’t want to miss this next bit. Coming from the author, with a completely biased opinion, there’s some juicy stuff. Plus, a major plot advancement as the mystery of where the characters are is unraveled. But, don’t get too excited. Sure, it’s a significant reveal, but there’s just more mystery underneath. I hope I’m keeping all my readers in suspense – that is my intentions – and I hope you enjoy this next little bit of Perspective. Especially since it’s Halloween, and anything related to suspense, horror and/or supernatural is always better on Halloween.

If you missed last post, I go into my thoughts on Halloween more. If you’re interested, check it out, because I’m too lazy to re-type what I just typed a few hours ago – although, technically, it was yesterday.

Also, for Halloween, I’ll be posting a short story sometime today. It’s a gem I dug up from way back in Grade 8, so don’t expect anything spectacular, but it should still be fun – just the idea of posting it is fun, not the story. It is a horror story, meant to scare you!

Well, seeing as I linked you to another page in my blog hoping you’ll visit it, encouraged you read Perspective, found a way to integrate a past post into this post so as to make you want to check that post out and shamelessly promoted a future post so you’ll want to come back and read it, I think I’m done for the evening. Technically, it’s the very early morning, but who’s really keeping track.

So, thanks for reading. Happy Halloween.

Till Next,

-Will

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When You’re Too Old For Trick-Or-Treating…

So I have no new writing developments to post today either. I’ve just been spending all my time trying to make sure I’m ahead in schoolwork so I can prepare for NaNoWriMo this Thursday! I edited the next bit of Perspective and will be posting that tomorrow – on Halloween, oooooh! Also planned for tomorrow is a post of another horror story I wrote – you can check out the first one here. I could have posted it today, but tomorrow is Halloween so you have to wait till then. This is me assuming you actually are sitting in anticipation for this story. If you’re not, you should either A) humour me, or B) get the hell off my blog – but not literally, because I do like me some page views.

Now that I’ve had my little bout of rudeness, I’ll try to play nice for the rest of this post. No guarantees, though. I am the child of my parents, after all, and my mother did tell her Grade 1 teacher to ‘f*** off’, so you’ll just have bear with me. Don’t be too insulted if it happens to you.

Anyways, I’ve been trying to figure out something worthwhile to say tonight, but my thoughts keep thinking about Halloween. Yes, it’s tomorrow. Be excited.

I’m not really excited, though, because I get to spend my Halloween doing homework and handing out candy to all those cute little children in their cute little costumes. It may be hard to believe, but I used to be one of those cute little children and not some stuck-up, self-righteous university student. That was then and this is now. You’re just going to have to take me as I am.

The last time I went trick-or-treating was Grade 8, I believe. Those were the good days… All that candy, the sugar highs and the seemingly endless night of running around freezing your little butt offs. Yes, in Saskatoon it’s usually quite cold and sometimes, like this year, there is even snow on the ground. That, I think, was the worst part because you always had to have a costume two sizes too big so that you could fit your winter coat underneath. Then, no matter how much you wanted to look like the real Superman, football player or alien invader, you always just ended up looking like a little, fat pseudo version of the real thing. But you still got to run around and get a whole pillowcase full of candy, so it was well worth the trepidation.

It’s the excitement about Halloween that made it so great. For my family, we didn’t have a lot of money, so we only had the bare essentials growing up. The only times, I mean the ONLY times, we ever got candy was Easter, Halloween, Christmas and, as to be expected, Grandma’s house. So, for us, Halloween was a big thing.

I think it was really special for me because most of my costumes were homemade (except my Superman costume when I was 5), so I got to watch my mom make them and, in most cases, help make them too. Although, how much I actually helped is in question. I was probably more of a creative consultant. I already mentioned some of my costumes, but I also got to be a wizard, Robin (from Batman and Robin), a character from a story I wrote (so no one had a clue who I was) and several others which I honestly can’t remember anymore. Guess they weren’t very good costumes.

I spent my high school Halloweens attending parties – which was great fun and everything, but the free candy was so much better. Last year I had a night class that happened to be on Halloween, so that was kind of drag. So, this year will be the first year I’ll have to hand out the candy to other kids. I’m not going to lie, I do get a little jealous, but it’s nice because I get to reminisce about the ‘good old days’. They’re the ‘good old days’ because, nowadays I have to deal with all this ‘real life’ stuff, which means I have to try and be a little mature and responsible.

So, thanks for reading. Please comment if you feel the need to share your own Halloween story or your favourite costume. I promise I’ll respond with kind words (but I can’t guarantee I won’t make fun of your favourite costume off this blog…. ;)). Well, that’s about all I’ve got patience for. Time to get back to studying. Damn Latin exam tomorrow!

Thanks for reading!

Till Next,

-Will

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