Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.
How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.
If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 29th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.
This was originally posted on October 29, 2017.
Sunday Photo Fiction — Heads Up
“Why do you do that to your dolls?” Samantha asked her daughter.
Sheri was a shy, quiet girl with few friends. She spent most of her free time alone in her bedroom. “You mean pull their heads off?” she asked.
“Yes. Why do you do that?”
Sheri shrugged her shoulders and simply said, “I dunno. I just do,”
“That’s not an acceptable answer, young lady,” Samantha scolded. “You must have a reason for removing the heads from your dolls.”
Sheri shrugged again.
“Well, Sheri, if you won’t tell me why, I’ll make sure that Santa knows what you do to your dolls and I’m pretty sure he won’t be bringing you any new dolls this Christmas.”
“Fine,” Sheri said, “I’ll tell you.”
“Go ahead,” Samantha said. “I’m waiting.”
“I’m making a shrine and the dolls are my sacrifices.”
Dumbfounded, Samantha said, “A shrine? What kind of shrine? Who gave you that idea?”
“She told me you wouldn’t understand,” Sheri said.
“She? Who is ‘she’?”
Pointing at her own head, Sheri said, “She did.” Then an eerie smile crossed her face and she added, “Mom, did you know that Santa is an anagram for Satan?”
Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt.
This, That, and The Other 
aw, come on. Did you never bite the heads off gummi bears?
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Satan’s work, for sure!
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I heard biting their heads off was fine.
Shouting “Stop staring at me” at the same time is a bit worrisome.
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Love the halloweeny story fandango! ❤
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Thanks, Carol Anne.
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Oh snap! 😲
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Wow! The last line zapped me. 🙂
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Probably zapped Sheri’s mom, too!
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A very sinister tale. Well done!
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Thank you, Mason.
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That used to happen to Barbie and Ken dolls in my house. 🙂
My flashback:
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My daughter (and our dog) would routinely behead doll.
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More widespread than we all may realize!
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🥺
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So Satan is a she.
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Satan is gender fluid.
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How funny! I used the same photo fiction prompt for my flashback👍🏻😄
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That is funny!
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I was hoping to have a spooky story, like yours from 2017, but the only post I have with an October 29 date is this, from last year:
Not scary, but pretty, and yummy.
Thank you for hosting, Fandango!
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You’re welcome, Irene. And thank you for regularly joining in on these daily prompts.
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Now that last line sure packed a punch
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A deliciously creepy tale so close to Halloween… love it!
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