Categoría: Drawlloween

Mrs. Chavez opens the door and starts crying before Chris and I, have any time to yell: «trick or treat». Her chin trembles as well as her belly does. —How could, how could you? — the bang of a slammed door on our noses and no candies. —How are you going to pay me? —…

When I was a child, we used to move a lot because of my mom. I hated it. By the time I had learnt my classmates’ names, she would take the suitcases out from the closet and announce: I sold a new book! We need to move. Father had no trouble with it. He stays…

Today I woke up to the ranting of mistres Nuren downstairs, like every single morning. What was a little bit different was that her child, sounded really alarmed about his new pet running away. I won’t bother you with the details of my toilette nor with the detailed account of the dull breakfast I had.…

I turned around and stared at him. Usually my boyfriend will complain a lot about my drinking. He doesn’t complain because I drink per se, but because he has to remain sober since he has work next day (He is a writer so he can’t actually take a day off like everybody else). This time,…

No one else noticed. I and my colleagues were in the reserved seat for the press, making bets on who would take the gold home; looking at the contestants parading and taking stances. Failing or succeeding. The people cheered and waved flags. Blues and reds were the colours that danced the most on the first…

Across a lawn with a lining of Winterling and Mohn, lives my neighbour. I don’t really like her. We almost crossed paths going into town. I can really see her mumbling to herself.  Her lace curtains allow me to see that she is waiting for Sackemeier, the neighbours down hill. My mother says she must be one…

I can’t see a damned thing. Ruben, the waiter, comes and asks if I want to drink an aperitif wine while he takes my hand and handles a wine glass. I allow myself to take it and try drinking it without spilling any. The waiter leaves with a funny dragging noise. Then the first dish…

Round and round, down.Orange heads, everywhere.With swords en garde, they smile.Scary eyes,Empty nosed.Dancing, dancing, prancing.Those the kids, autumn feeds.Silly ghosts,Scholarships.Candle souls behind the ghouls.They jump, they hop.A garden for pump kinder.October tolls,Frost is not.Midnight snack,Pumpkin pie.Jack is king.Hurray for pumpkin.

«It can’t be» «No, no, no, no» . Thought the werewolf Raymond. This was fundamentally wrong. This time travel was so horribly stuck he had to do something. Anything. He was, again, reliving the exact moment his transformation had scared his girl… Now ex? How could he know if they were still an item, if…

<<Following tradition, someone decorated a box with money inside, as a cake and took it with them to the court. It was nothing more than a traffic fine but the girl had been arrested before … As usual, John was starting the first day of summer camp in his owm traditional way. A ghost story…