Caroline’s Kite (From Spookfest)

This is one of the stories that I did for last years Spookfest. Watch for it this year! I’ll let you know when it begins. You are in for a real treat. It is a combination of four very different very talented writers and artists. I love writing for Spookfest!

 

Caroline’s Kite

Caroline started her day just like any other. She woke up to the smell of bacon frying. Snuggled all warm in her bed she turned over and tried to go back to sleep. It was no use, once she smelled the bacon, it was all over. She heard her mom walking up the steps and call to her that breakfast was ready. Jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom, Caroline brushed her teeth and got ready to start her day. She decided to wear her red shorts. They were her lucky ones. Her mom told her she was silly, but every time she wore them, something happened and something was not always good.

After her breakfast, Caroline went out to the porch and got her kite. She had left it in the corner by her favorite chair. It was a hanging basket that her grandmother had gotten for her 4th birthday. The kite was from her grandfather. He had made the kite just for her and every year he would put on a new tail and repair the red paper if it needed it. Caroline was ten years old now and both of her grandparents had been gone since she was eight. But still, the kite got a new tail and was repaired.

She was very protective of her kite. No one but her was allowed to touch it. Caroline started taking the kite every where with her. It didn’t matter where. Finally, her mother had enough and told Caroline that the kite would have to go.

Caroline didn’t say anything to her mother, but calmly went out to the field behind the house where she normally flew the kite. Her mother was on the porch watching her. Caroline beckoned her mother out to her and she came. Smiling sweetly at her mother, she handed her the kite string. As soon as she took hold of the string, she knew that something was happening. She looked at Caroline with fright and again she got that strange sweet smile.

“No mother. The kite doesn’t have to go. You do.”

With those words came a flash of light and the kite carried her mother away.

Later that evening, Caroline’s father came home to find her sitting on the porch steps holding her kite. She was smiling so sweetly. He asked about her mother, but Caroline just shook her head. Her father looked everywhere for her mother, but was not found. She was never seen again.

Her father knew somehow what had happened but never spoke of it. He just knew that Caroline was happy. His father (Caroline’s grandfather) had a way of making things he didn’t like disappear.

Mind Trip

Mind Trip

Welcome the darkness into my soul

Awaken in me the twilight of my being

Do not say that I can not belong

I was born to be a creature of the night

My dreams are the stuff that nightmares

Are made of.

I belong to that unconscious affliction

The one that others choose to ignore

That believe are an occurrence of delusions

The horrors of despair and dread

The angst, the revulsion of perdition

This is my plea, my utopia my reverie

My flight, a figment of my imagination

As I lay here in my padded room

Waiting for my mind trip to begin again.

How Do You Know?

How do you know?

How do you know when it is real or just a dream?

When you are running as fast as you can and still you hear it chasing you

so you run faster.

If it’s a dream, then why do you feel that little breeze

across your cheek like you are being softly touched as it passed you?

Why do you feel the fingers of fear running up and down your spine if

it is just a dream?

The sweat is running down your face soaking your shirt, you sit on the curb for just

a minute to collect your thoughts when you see a shadow in the street light.

The shadow moves toward you slowly at first then it picks up speed so you

get up and start running again.

You notice that the sky is getting lighter. It will be dawn soon, but that doesn’t stop

the shadow. It keeps coming.

All of a sudden you recognize your street and soon you see your house. You

run up the steps and unlock your door as quickly as you can. You are safe inside.

When you awaken, you lay there to collect your thoughts. Then you remember

your dream. Sitting up on the side of the bed, you see your running shoes, your

shirt is thrown across the chair.

Getting up, you check your shoes and they are wet and muddy and your shirt

is soaked. You gather them up to throw in the wash and out of the corner

of your eye, you see a shadow move quickly across the room.

Was it real, or just a dream? How do you know?

Echoes (An Excerpt From My Novel)

                                         This is a novel that I started a few years ago  and set aside.

writing_4I wasn’t losing interest, I just had other things come up and now it is time to pick this up again. So far, I like this very much. Let me know what you think about it. I am not afraid of criticism, so if you don’t like it, just say so. I’m hoping that you do. Give me a little push to get things going again.

A few quotes about writing:

I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose.
– Stephen King

Words are a lens to focus one’s mind.
– Ayn Rand

“Don’t expect the puppets of your mind to become the people of your story. If they are not realities in your own mind, there is no mysterious alchemy in ink and paper that will turn wooden figures into flesh and blood.”
—Leslie Gordon Barnard, WD

And now, a few opening paragraphs of:

Echoes  (The echoes of my screams lasted longer than that of my last breath)

Everything we do and say, whether good or bad, comes back to haunt us sooner or later like an echo. It repeats itself over and over and over.

We are going to examine the lives of three very different people. All of them are hiding something. None of them know each other, but little do they know just how much they have in common. Their lives are going to collide.

Character list:

First is Sarah. Sarah is a first grade school teacher. Everyone thinks of Sarah as a shy little thing, but Sarah has a lot of sexual secrets.

Second is Tom. Tom is a high level executive in a well known firm. Tom does nothing without expecting something big in return. Tom is a real ass.

Third is Veronica. Veronica is the daughter of a very rich man. She is giving away her father’s money without his knowledge. Everyone loves her because of her generosity. Veronica has a heart of ice.

All three people were born and raised in the town of Cool Springs. Two of them still live here. One moved to New York, but still visits his parents on occasion.

All three of them would get an invitation in the mail. They are to attend a special showing at a local dinner theater and they are to come alone.

The story begins:

Preface

He was watching them. You know who I mean, Satan, Lucifer. His friends call him Luke. He had picked his next three victims. It was such a game to him, but he was getting bored.

Luke

Luke was standing on his deck looking out across the water. He was thinking about his next three victims. He was getting tired of the same old routine. He had been doing this for so long that it no longer excited him the way that it used to. It wasn’t that he was feeling sorry for them. No. They knew exactly what they were getting into when they made the deal. Why did they all act so surprised when it came time to pay up? Did they really think that he, Lucifer, had forgotten?

Usually, Luke met each of his victims individually and gave them an ultimatum. They would have to pay up now, or they could stick around here on earth and gather more potential victims for him. This was the part that was getting boring. They all decided to stick around except for a few that decided to get it over with. The ones that wanted to stick around hoped that Luke would let them live a full life and let them die of natural causes, and he did let them live. Their lives usually became such a whirlwind that they sometimes wished that they had gotten it over with and gone with him at once.

Their deaths were usually horrid. They died in a lot of pain, they did not die quickly. If they had only just gone with him, they would have had it easy. Honestly, what did they think he was going to do? Luke laughed at the thought. He didn’t know what all the panic was about. Did they really think there was fire? And why did they automatically think they went underground? Where did all these stories come from? Come to think about it, he would have enjoyed having that pitchfork that everyone portrayed him as having. This job was getting too easy. He needed to spice things up a bit. But before he did that, he needed to make a plan.

Up until now, the ones that came right away were surprised that they got to stay on earth. They couldn’t believe that when they awoke from their deaths that what they saw was a stark white room filled with pillows. There were gauzy white curtains billowing around the room that were suspended from the ceiling and the room was amazingly cool. So…this was hell? How could it be? This was a joke right? Luke was always there in a flash to set them straight. This was no joke. They soon came to realize that this might be just as bad as the fiery hell they thought they were going to. The missions that Luke sent them on were no picnic.

Luke realized however that this world was changing fast and that the things that used to lure people to him were sometimes no longer relevant. He needed to amp things up. He needed to send his minions to people that needed a little push. People that needed a little whisper in their ear to send them in his direction. They always knew when they went a little too far with their demands.