Sometimes #October/ #Fall and holidays such as #Halloween remind us of loved ones and those we have lost. I wrote this 50-word #Microfiction for my brother who was born in the month of October. When he was 22, he died in a car accident just a few days before Christmas. He would have loved being an uncle to my child and my sister's children. We need him. I think the seasonal writing of #Storytober can vary to include the personal. It isn't all about hauntings. Or is it.

https://brokenwriterblog.wordpress.com/2022/10/16/october/

October

Photo by Kamil Kalbarczyk on Unsplash We sit on Cocoa Beach to see you rain silver in the Draconids. We tell you of the time we saw albino deer, remind you of the time you were Lawrence of Arabia i…

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Sometimes people we love are connected to #Halloween and the month of #October. Today, I'm posting a fictional micro about an aunt who didn't fit in with society. Tomorrow, I will post something even closer to home. #Storytober #microfiction #50WordFiction #Halloween #31DaysOfHalloween #Storytober

https://brokenwriterblog.wordpress.com/2021/09/17/inktober-bananas/

Inktober: Aunt Bettina

p. 700 of 1889 Ladies’ Home Journal, flickr For Halloween, Aunt Bettina would stick our hands in covered bowls so we could identify “body parts:” big greasy olives were eyeballs; …

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As promised yesterday, a second gruesome Starbucks #50WordFiction for #Storytober. This #microfiction is inspired by a Starbucks I frequent---the drive through in particular---because of the excellent customer service. It's across from Sea World and makes especially delicious drinks for tourists. Universal is also down the street, hence the reference to #Halloween Horror Nights. It is also the setting of a WIP in which it is referred to as a "cafe." #horror #microhorror

https://brokenwriterblog.wordpress.com/2020/10/06/inktober-awol/

Inktober: AWOL

White bust sculpture by Girl with red hat, unsplash When James handed over a latte to a customer at the drive thru, he saw her eyes: black, no whites. She was wearing a work shirt for Halloween Hor…

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The two semi-fictional Orlando Starbucks in my #Fall / #Halloween #50WordFiction are portrayed with a couple of surprising encounters---one an unexpected attack in the queue and the other, to be posted tomorrow, an unnatural abduction at the drive-thru. 🖤 There's something wrong with me, lols. 💀(Know if you go to the links, you will read a brief depiction of violence or really more like an implication of violence. Nothing specific.) #Storytober #BiteSizeFiction

https://brokenwriterblog.wordpress.com/2020/10/08/inktober-bite/

Inktober: Bite

LMAO by greg westfall, flickr Julia attempted to pay for her Pumpkin Chai and Moleskine notebook at the Barnes and Noble Starbucks but a woman beside her announced she and her child were first. Jul…

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I had a great time today in Sarah Jackson's workshop learning different ways to conceptualize ghosts. 🖤 I feel like today is my weekend. I'm behind on my ghostly and horrific writings for #Storytober. I wanted to share #50WordFiction penned in 2019, a letter written from a sister to her ghostly brother. I hope to also follow up on an inspiration from the workshop and will post the result soon. yay. 👻 #Halloween #31DaysOfHalloween #microhorror #horror
https://brokenwriterblog.wordpress.com/2019/10/21/tread/
tread

Though you are dead, I hear your tread in the hall, dear Liam. Go now and be with God until Mother joins you which she is wont to do.  I pen this message in your old diary in the hopes you will rea…

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I appreciate getting support for ideas I suggested for writing flash fiction for #Storytober. An interesting point, something I noticed: While people responded positively to using ghosts and phenomenon as a reaction to grief, there was very little response to a classic theme in horror: the revenge/anger comeuppance of a culpable character via a supernatural force, ghost, unexplained incident. People may be less comfie w/anger, but I'm thinking it fuels some satisfying horror. #WritingCommunity

The grief of competing with a ghost for a loved one's affections. #microfiction #Storytober

https://brokenwriterblog.wordpress.com/2020/10/19/inktober-ghost/

Inktober: Ghost

Paris on Ponce & Le Maison Rouge, flickr If there’s one thing I’ve learned: you can’t compete with a widower’s ghost. She haunts you from the pictures in the closet. She…

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Homeless children are visited by their mother, now in ghostly form, though her messages are not always a comfort. #microhorror #Storytober

https://brokenwriterblog.wordpress.com/?p=4570

A street name for a recreational drug is used to personify the drug, making it a salvific instrument, an angel (though admittedly in trying to stay within the word constraints, I relied heavily on the image). #Storytober
https://brokenwriterblog.wordpress.com/2021/09/05/inktober-escape/
Inktober: Escape

I begin today this year’s fall-fifty-word-challenge. Some of these small pieces may be kitschy; some may be tongue-in-cheek; and some may not have as much to do with Halloween as with the dar…

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A response to mourning for life in the midst of being treated for an illness, a treatment that can kill as much as the disease can, comes in the form of a spirit bringing relief and a kind of freedom/release. #microfiction #microhorror #Storytober
https://brokenwriterblog.wordpress.com/2019/10/08/frail/
frail

It started happening at her most frail moment in the chemo ward, the drip in her arm dosing her into semi-consciousness: The flickering lights, the unfurling of a dark presence in the hallway, bony…

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