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October 2011
This October, I bring you a new ghost story,
a sugary Halloween treat meant to take you
back to your own childhood or maybe some
childhood you might have imagined, a
childhood where we still travelled over the
river and through the woods to
grandfather's house we'd go...
Follow the link below to read this knavish
little piece.
"THE OUTHOUSE BOOGEYMAN"
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Or read this campfire tale that was passed
down to me when I was a child...
down to me when I was a child...
Or for the serious reader, my homage to the
great Stephen Crane is entitled...
An Occurrence at Abu Ghraib Prison
great Stephen Crane is entitled...
An Occurrence at Abu Ghraib Prison
Happy Reading and Happy Halloween!
m.c. merrill
m.c. merrill
the unknown. Whether when we circle the
warmth and light of a campfire, passing
these stories from one generation to the
next, or when we huddle under blankets,
the storm pounding against the window,
wind through the trees, candles burning,
lightning firing the sky, we find ourselves
drawn to listen, compelled to believe...
Something stirs, something rattles...
And on these cool days growing ever
shorter, autumn succumbing to cold winter
sleep, somewhere there in that darkness we
find ourselves facing that endless sleep
coming for us all.
warmth and light of a campfire, passing
these stories from one generation to the
next, or when we huddle under blankets,
the storm pounding against the window,
wind through the trees, candles burning,
lightning firing the sky, we find ourselves
drawn to listen, compelled to believe...
Something stirs, something rattles...
And on these cool days growing ever
shorter, autumn succumbing to cold winter
sleep, somewhere there in that darkness we
find ourselves facing that endless sleep
coming for us all.