Spooky Is As Spooky Does

On Monday, Frank J. Tassone hosted dVerse’s Haibun Monday.  He said:  “Let’s feel the spooky sensation of this coming Halloween/Samhain! Let’s celebrate that emotion of dread. Let’s write our haibun that states or references fear.”

Looking for a particular photo and some inspiration I went through my pictures.  I found a couple (though not the one I really wanted) and settled on this one.  Shall we?

Nicole was practically skipping as she made her way home, still feeling warm and fuzzy from the lovely evening she had had with her besties. Getting together for dinner and a movie was always so much fun.  In the spirit of the upcoming holiday, they had gone to see Halloween #27. (Seriously? When were they going to give it up already?)  She giggled as she thought of how ludicrous the whole thing was until she noticed how dark and quiet the woods seemed suddenly.  Where was the birdsong? The buzzing of insects?  She tripped over the roots of a tree, just managing to stay upright.  The willies crept in and she imagined the tree branches reaching towards her to grab her.  She stumbled forward, fear overtaking her reasoning as she hurried to get out of the now-scary woods and out into the clearing. What the hell was wrong with her anyway?

Fear courses through veins

Causing heart palpitations

None of it is real

All Hallow’s Eve – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #51

In honour of Hallowe’en, my participation in Crispina’s challenge…

All Hallow’s Eve

“That’s a mighty fine web you’ve woven.”

“Thanks, I’m trying a new material.”

“Looks fine but I don’t see it working out.”

“Whyever not?”

“Not sticky.”

“Not meant to be. Do you not find it represents a Samhain’s Wheel better than our silky webs would?”

“Well, yes. But why?”

“It’s Hallowe’en, silly!”

“So?”

“Samhain is the origin of today’s Hallowe’en festivities.”

“Oh… I see, sorta…”

“I just wanted to put a positive spin on things!”

“So, you are NOT trying to capture any food, then.”

“Nope, not tonight.  Just want to celebrate the new year, the end of the harvest, the beginning of the dark half. You know, like the ancient Celts did.”

“But we’re not ancient, nor are we celts.”

“You suck, you know that?”

“I can’t. You’ve no bugs for me.”

 

Word count: 133

And for our cranky, hungry spider, my photo 😉

And because I took this photo this morning and it has its own spookiness and I just wanted to share it… here’s looking at you…