Winnie Jean Howard's Blog, page 11
October 11, 2018
October Frights Day 2: Mummy by C. Reschke
Welcome to October Frights, featuring Halloween Fables by Winnie Jean Howard and poetry by C. Reschke. Mummy Wrapped in A molded cocoon I will not transform Into a butterfly. Death and decay Melted my beauty Stole my voice Ruined my gown I am now A stranger waddling In a sandstorm Copyright © 2018 C. Reschke. All rights reserved. Leave a comment on Winnie Jean’s and C. Reschke’s posts and you are entered to win a ... Read more
Mummy by C. Reschke
Welcome to October Frights, featuring Halloween Fables by Winnie Jean Howard and poetry by C. Reschke. Mummy Wrapped in A molded cocoon I will not transform Into a butterfly. Death and decay Melted my beauty Stole my voice Ruined my gown I am now A stranger waddling In a sandstorm Copyright © 2018 C. Reschke. All rights reserved. Leave a comment on Winnie Jean’s and C. Reschke’s posts and you are entered to win a ... Read more
October 10, 2018
Halloween Fable 5: The Old Groundskeeper and Death
Gustov paused to listen to the muffled moans and groans outside the window of the groundskeeper’s shack. On a warm end to the October nights at the graveyard, he preferred not to know which sounds were from the living and which were from the dead. As keeper of the graveyard for over fifty years, he knew it was safer to stay in the shack this close to midnight on Halloween. In ten short minutes, as ... Read more
Vampire by C. Reschke
Welcome to October Frights, featuring Halloween Fables by Winnie Jean Howard and poetry by C. Reschke. Vampire The gruesome seductive grin draws me close As blood drips from your chin. Pretense flowing from pointed teeth Death, cold, darkness Eternal grief? Longing for love, light, the sun? Humanity, a soul… But immortality has just begun. Copyright © 2018 C. Reschke. All rights reserved. Leave a comment on Winnie Jean’s and C. Reschke’s posts and you are ... Read more
October 9, 2018
Ghost by C. Reschke
Welcome to October Frights, featuring Halloween Fables by Winnie Jean Howard and poetry by C. Reschke. Ghost Desperate reach Toward the invader Leave my home alone The only way to make you leave I show my deathly glow How lovely to hear you scream To see you quiver To see your back as you run This ghost is home In Abandon Copyright © 2018 C. Reschke. All rights reserved. Leave a comment on Winnie Jean’s ... Read more
October 4, 2018
Halloween Fable 4: The Girl and the High Heels
“How can you expect me to wear the same princess costume as last year, Mother.” Lisa put her hands on her hips. “I told you last weeks, I want to be a sexy black cat.” “And I told you, there’s no chance you’re getting out the door in a tight leotard, showing off all your lady bits.” Her mother picked a pair of bright pink pumps off the thrift store shoe rack. They were so ... Read more
October 3, 2018
Halloween Fable 3: The Pumpkin and the Jinn
As the sun reached its highest and hottest point above the Boulder Creek Farm, a ripening pumpkin cursed his life with boisterous sobs. A tiny mouse, darting along the dried vines, climbed upon the pumpkin and whispered at his stump, “Tell me, poor sir, why are you so unhappy?” “How could you possibly understand the tortures of a moored life?” the pumpkin said. “You can scurry under a rock to avoid the blistery days and ... Read more
Movie Review: Bad Grandma’s
This week I’m reviewing an oddity, Bad Grandma’s. Here’s what it’s about: “Four grandmothers accidentally kill a con man. When his partner shows up, things go south quickly.” Yes, that’s Florence Henderson front and center, and Pam Grier by her side. All I really have to say is the mix of grandmas had me laughing my ass off. Sure, the story line wasn’t the greatest, but I didn’t mind. And the acting wasn’t the greatest, ... Read more
October 2, 2018
Halloween Fable 2: The Old Man and the Old House
A raw egg splattered against the old man’s brown grocery bag as he hobbled toward his walk. He scanned his Dutch Colonial house and surrounding trees, finding he was the only target. At least for now. He shook his knuckly fist at the teens standing in the street. “Trick my house tonight and this will be the year I kill you idiots!” “Screw you, Mr. Outhouse!” Kyle yelled back at him. The teen spun around ... Read more
Halloween Fable 2: The Old Man and The Old House
A raw egg splattered against the old man’s brown grocery bag as he hobbled toward his walk. He scanned his Dutch Colonial house and surrounding trees, finding he was the only target. At least for now. He shook his knuckly fist at the teens standing in the street. “Trick my house tonight and this will be the year I kill you idiots!” “Screw you, Mr. Outhouse!” Kyle yelled back at him. The teen spun around ... Read more
