No More Short Cuts For Me ...Writing Essentials, Tuesdays Child, Halloween

1.Write a short piece with Halloween as the centerpiece.  It can be poetry, \ction, essay or other prose.

2.Incorporate into it recollections of your childhood memories of Halloween

3.Include the following elements:

◦A costume

◦A scary house or other place (deserted street, graveyard, etc.)

◦A moral, message or conclusion that might be a warning to future Halloween participants.

Be sure to tag your submission with "writing essential", "tuesdays child" and "halloween".

Gather Writing Essenials

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I am dressed in my witches costume

dragging along my riding broom

Setting out to cross the grave yard

It's dark, clouds are covering the moon

I'm a big girl, I am ten

Not afraid of any old thing

After all it's just Halloween

Trick or treating for goodies see the bag I bring

I'm in the middle of the graveyard

And the moon light is disappearing

The gravestones seem to be moving

My imagination that's it , I'm hoping

Then the trees seem to be swaying

To the very same eerie tune

The branches are bending lower

I see a big old owl on one, silhouetted by the moon

The twigs seem to be reaching

Out for me and I admit I have some fear

The hoot owl now is screeching

I don't think I'm alone anymore, someone else is here

I'm turning in my tracks, I can't see anything

I begin to run, for tentacles are grabbing at my hair

I stumble and I fall, now my heart is rapidly beating

I get back on my feet and feel I'm gasping for air

There is the street, just a bit ahead

I hope I can make it there

I turn and look back and see the skeletons dance

My feet won't move as I stare

Then I hear someone calling my name

And I hope it's not someone that's dead

A flashlight shines in front of me

It's kids with costumes and masks on their heads

If you need to meet up with friends

On a night called Halloween

Don't take a shortcut across the graveyard

You might see what I have seen