“What’s your problem?” Tim asked. “Why do you always take the long way home?”
“That big, old house on Main Street,” Dave said. “It’s haunted. I’ve seen the ghosts.”
“You’re just a scaredy-cat.”
“Fine,” Dave said. “Let’s go that way.”
Neither boy was seen again.
Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Kat Myrman.
I won’t be posting as frequently as I typically do over the next week. Nor will I be reading, liking, and commenting as often as I usually do.
We have out of town guests staying at our place and that means our roles as happy-go-lucky retirees will shift to host and hostess. And I will be the chief tour guide.
Thus, I will have less time to spend with my head buried deep inside my iPhone writing and reading posts, since I’ll be running around hither and yon, showing the best the city has to offer.
But fear not, my fellow bloggers. I have scheduled my daily Fandango’s One-Word Challenge posts for the next week, so I hope you will continue to participate and will read the posts of others who have taken their time to link their responses to my challenges.
And, if I can find a few free minutes away from my hosting and tour guiding duties, I will try to catch as many of your posts as I can fit in and respond to your comments.
So on this Friday the 13th, don’t be superstitious or petulant, look at thing heuristically, and take your proverbial pen, haunted though it might be on this day of superstition, and continue to let your creativity flow.
Written for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are haunted, pen, and superstition. And for the Ragtag Daily Prompt, “superstition,” for Your Daily Word Prompt, “heuristic,” and for the Word of the Day Challenge, “petulant.”
Ellen hopped off her bicycle seat and planted both feet on the ground. Jeff caught up with her. “You okay?”
Looking down the road, Ellen said, “It’s like an enchanted forest.”
“More like haunted, I’d say. Look at those tree limbs up ahead. They’re like tentacles that will reach out and grab you if you try to pass.”
“You’re crazy,” Ellen said, jumping up on her bike and cycling down the road.
Grabbing his smartphone, Jeff snapped a picture as Ellen rode away. But when he looked to see how it turned out, Ellen was missing from the image.
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Image credit: Trevor Cole.
The old man signaled to his friend on shore that he was safely aboard the ferry.
His wife had passed two months earlier and he knew it was time to leave behind the many memories of her that haunted his dreams.
Other than away, though, he didn’t know where he was going.
Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. (Note that Twitter has increased the character count for tweets from 140 to 280.)
Image: SkittersPhotos at Pixabay.com
Got a great job as a winter caretaker at a grand hotel in the Rockies, but it may be haunted. I keep seeing two young girls in the halls.
Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman.