The voice I called Jack said not to do it. The serpentine voice that whispered like a ghost and sent shivers like lightning down my spine said begin. I donned my shoes, for I had often been caught without them in dire straits. I left my apartment and headed towards city center.

Emily peered into the dark recesses of her school locker seeking out her tattered book of poetry. She simply knew it was in there somewhere, perhaps behind her Unicorn covered notebook... She felt hands squeeze her breasts and a bulge rub against the crack of her ass. She shrieked and spun

I saw the first rodent droppings on the counter in my kitchen the other day. Rodents are foul beasts that you typically find living in sewers and under houses. I had no intention of sharing my home with one. I asked, "How did a mouse get in my house and on my kitchen counter?"

Tracy walked up to her sister's front door and let herself in. Tim vaulted down the stairs shouting, "Aunt Tracy! Aunt Tracy!"

The rain fell like icy steel pins. Lightning etched between clouds high above illuminating the landscape. The troll ducked under a tree and shivered. He looked down at the knife in his right hand. He dropped the knife and ran for home.

The full moon above twisted the shadows into shapes of demons and specters. I clutched at Jessica's hand as we walked through the woods looking for refuge. October is upon us, echoed through my mind, and the beasts and goblins reigned like tyrants this year.

John marked the day on the calendar with a black x: the day after his 83 birthday. Weary old hands, he thought. His hands were of note because they were marked with wrinkles and age spots. In fact, his whole body bore the marks, but he always promised himself not to regret days spent...