It’s the next to the last day of October and tomorrow is Halloween. I have not participated in any of the numerous Halloween prompts, including Tourmaline’s Halloween Challenge, because, when it comes to Halloween, my overall feeling is “meh.”

However, her Halloween Challenge prompt word today is “spider,” and a few days ago I took this picture of a spider that had the audacity to be crawling up my bathroom wall. I’m not a fan of spiders and I don’t like it when they come into my house and invade my space. But I also don’t like killing them, either.

I managed to coax this spider onto a piece of paper and to carry him, her, or it out to my backyard where I let it walk off the paper on its eight spindly legs and presumably to see, with its eight freaky eyes, another day. But I did warn the spider that, should he/she/it darken my doorstep (or my bathroom wall) by venturing into my humble abode once again, I may not be so forgiving.

And now I can also brag that I did, in fact, respond to at least one Halloween-themed prompt.Too little, too late?

FOWC with Fandango — Spider

FOWCWelcome to October 17, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “spider.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

Friday Fictioneers —Bedtime

3573A064-EE88-4AA1-BDB0-6BF512F57005“No, I won’t,” Howie said, folding his arms defiantly across his chest.

“Honey,” his mother said, “it’s just for tonight. Your aunt made the room ready especially for you.

“I won’t sleep in this room tonight,” Howie said, stomping his right foot on the floor.

His mother followed Howie’s gaze to the plant on top of the bookshelf. She reached up, grabbed the plant, and took it out of the room. When she returned she asked Howie again if he would sleep in the room.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Howie said, “for saving me from the giant spider. I love you.”

(100 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Penny Gadd.

Friday Fictioneers — The Game of Chess

3B86664A-789A-4487-A8EC-B9B09CC5F099Danny sat at the end of the table, his eyes almost level with the chessboard. Looking at the chessmen lined up on the squares, he watched his father and uncle alternately move their chessmen around the board, trying to grasp the strange manner in which each piece moved.

His father moved one of the pieces across the board and said “Checkmate!” He smiled and looked at Danny. “What did you think of that?” he asked.

Danny continued starting at the chessboard, saying nothing.

“Danny?” his father said. “I won!”

“Shh,” said Danny, intently watching a small spider crawling across the chessboard.

(100 words)

Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Jeff Arnold.