25 Sentence Halloween Inspired Story

I don’t think that Lillie that hosts Five Sentence Fiction is going to post a new word prompt until late tonight or tomorrow morning. So after looking at her archives, I’ve decided to make another 25 sentence story. Since it is Halloween after all, it is a witch themed. I’m into that new show Witches Of Eat End on Lifetime, it is a really good show, but if you’re afraid of the dark or hate watching horror stuff at night, I recommend recording it to watch the next day. Lately, it’s been getting a little creepy. Plus, it is Thursday too! It’s Vampire Day! The Vampire Diaries is on tonight, did anybody watch last week’s episode and bawl their eyes out? Yeah I did. Something else that broke my heart on that episode was the fact that Stefan burned his old diaries. Thanks Tessa for firing Stefan’s brain instead of Silas. You should have stayed on the other side. Okay, done rambling and onto my little story. I hope you enjoy it!


Emma was a good girl, but had her bad habits.
She was only nineteen when she found out about her family’s past and what she was; she was a powerful witch.
Growing up, the dark lifestyle wasn’t a secret, but her ancestors were.
Her family came from Salem, and while most of her great aunts were burned and hung from trees, the family line was still in tact.
One of her great-great-great aunts had a child out-of-wedlock and knew the truth would be out soon, so once her baby was born, she left it on a door step of another in-secret witch family.


Her mother told her about both sides of the families, the one that the baby was raised by and the her real mother.
This old aunt of Emma, was named Selma, even after her mother and extended family was killed she still stayed in that same place and even visited the graves to communicate with the dead.
Selma wanted revenge to the ones who killed her mother, so she put a spell on the killers families.
If they produce the next line of their family a witch of her family is to kill the other family’s heir.
After a 150 years, nobody bothered asking how those people found out about her family’s secret; she knew there was another story behind it and instead of killing, she wanted the truth.


Derek was the last heir of his long-lost family.
It took him years to find out the truth of why his family and the members before him never raised their children, he was just curious enough to ask his caregiver about the secrets.
His caregiver, Melvin told him about a my great-great-great grandfather killed a family of witches in Salem, and a secret child put a curse on his family that if they produced an heir that somebody of the witch family would come to kill him.
Derek was only 10 years old when he asked about the truth and was shocked and scared of his fate if a younger witch ever found him.
That’s why he and Melvin never stayed in one place longer than they should, as much Derek hated leaving a place he loved and the friends he was starting to warm up to him. he knew a witch could come after him sooner or later.


Emma had asked her mother about how she would know the next heir would be close.
She said, “oh you’ll know” like that helped.
Emma was a powerful witch, but she was a student first, always learning new things whether its math equations or spells.
Today was just like any other day in school, but getting to her classes she had a strange feeling; a feeling of anger, sadness, and horror.
Going into her science class, sitting down in her desk, as all of the students came in, a blonde hair kid came walking in with a note in his hand, “class, this is Derek Peterson, here why don’t take a seat next to Emma Slater,” the feelings intensified.


Derek sat next to a young brunette who never looked at him once, she ignored him to the fullest.
He was used to that kind of behavior from the other kids in new schools.
Emma was reading the chapter of their science book, to get a head start on homework.
Derek was confused of what the assignment, “Hey, can you explain to me about this section?”
Emma could feel her anger boiling up from the tips of her fingers down to her toes, the room started to shake and all of the books floated up in the air as the glasses exploded, the other students and their teacher were shocked and didn’t understand, but one person did understand, Derek knew he was sitting by the witch that has to kill him.


After her class was over, Emma went home and found her mother looking at her, “I know, wind chimes went berserk after you left.”
“You mean you can tell even though you weren’t with me?” Emma said to her mother as the left to go downstairs to the basement.
“Of course honey, I have to keep an eye out for you even if you’re gone.” Her mother said as she put her hands under her chin.
“So what do we do now?” Emma said as she looked inside the huge room with millions of containers full of supplies only a witch would need.
“You have to kill him, if you can kill him now then the curse ends,” her mother turned to Emma once again before pulling out her book of potions.

Trifecta: Boo! Boo! Boo!

Rules for Trifecta Writing Challenge:

Write a piece for the word, using the third definition. The piece must be no less than 33 words and no more than 333 words. You have to use the word given to you. Some of this is true, but the rest is fictional.

Mackenzie sat backstage with microphone in hand.
She took things very serious and trained her voice for this song.
She wanted everybody to like it–like her–but she was afraid of the backlash.
As she sat backstage on one of the chairs, she kept thinking of the negative thoughts.
The other girls were singing their hearts out to songs that didn’t match their style, voice.
She dressed in her red dress and had her brown hair down over her shoulders.
She let her mom put on red lipstick to give her sophistication she needed to feel confident.
But she could not escape her thoughts inside.
Boo! Boo! Boo!” they chanted at the end of her song.
She pictured herself running out off that stage like she was being chased by a monster.
She crumbled to the ground and as the others watched her cry her eyes out.
Nobody bothered to comfort her and she felt alone.
She knew that she wouldn’t win the contest.
“Mackenzie. Mackenzie, are you ready?” Mr. Tabor, her choir teacher asked her.
“Oh! Yeah, I just had the worst daymare ever.” Mackenzie said as she wiped her face with her hands.
“Daymare? What is that?” Mr. Tabor said confused.
“A daymare is a mixture of a daydream and a nightmare. You didn’t know that? You need to get out more.” Mackenzie said as she tried to drain her thoughts.
“You ready then?” Mr. Tabor said as he rearranged his music sheets before leaving her to gain herself.
The last girl walked backstage to go back upstairs with the rest of the girls.
She just smiled at Mackenzie like she didn’t have a shot in hell.
Well, Mackenzie was going to prove not only her wrong, but herself as well.

Little Blue Bird Named Zazu

I don’t remember the last time I actually a book. Is that sad? It’s got to be before summer ended, I do know that. The exact month, is a little shaky. I have a book that I had bought in the last bunch for my birthday and I thought I had lost it, meaning Blondie had it. Well came to find out when my dad rearranged my room he found the physical book and I had just bought it on my e-reader. Since the e-reader doesn’t have the page numbers down at the bottom like it should, figuring out what page you were on is a bust. I was going to try to read yesterday, I really had those urges to read again late in the afternoon, but kept getting distracted by Pinterest. When my dad came into my room after I got done eating lunch I finally had him get that book. So while he took a nap, I got myself rearranged and turned on Lion King, because when I had my mini heater on, my dad had to unplug my mini speakers so I couldn’t listen to my normal Phantom Of The Opera soundtrack like I usually do when I go to read. I know, I’m strange! Anyways, I got myself situated and I don’t think I should play anything that I know the words to it, because there’s a good chance that I might quote the damn thing. “Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen…. Nobody knows my sorrow….” Trust me, that’s a lot better than getting “It’s a small world after all” in your head for the rest of the day. Oh, and by the show of hands who read both of those lyrics in Zazu’s voice too?  Anyways, I spent probably a whole hour just trying to figure out what page I’m on. I don’t think I’ve found it yet.

“If you don’t do wild things while you’re young, you’ll have nothing to smile about when you’re old.”

What’s Real

Today was a regular Monday that everybody hates, but for me it started out pretty good and I got a few surprises throughout the day. Everything was going good until five in the afternoon, things got a little shaky for me. I honestly don’t have an answer for why I was feeling blue because everything I was doing in the morning, I still doing then, it’s a mystery that I don’t think Scooby-Doo could figure out. One of the surprises I got today was instead of just getting my hair washed, I got a shower. It was like two in the afternoon and yet I was smelling like coconuts and something else that sounded weird, but smelt amazing at the same time! Towards the evening, things started changing and I’m hoping it’s just because the shower wore me out and my body is just tired, but I think I’m wishing too much. Hey, I usually blame the weather so this is okay with me. Now I’ve got almost everything done. I’ve done my part on voting for next week’s elimination for Dancing With The Stars and I have to do my prayers after I get off of here.

“I’ve had whats easy, whats temporary, whats fun, whats boring, whats cool to look at and whats entertaining to listen to; NOW, I have no interest in encountering anything other than what’s real.”

Trifextra: A Monster In The Tub

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve done anything to do with Trifecta. This weekend’s challenge seemed pretty easy, until I had to get the words down. Thank god Microsoft has that “word count” button. It’s a big life saver for me. Anyways, before I go on, I wanted to explain where I got the idea about this. When I was a kid, if I was in the bathroom at all I would make friends around the bathroom. Imaginary friends, had little names for the window, the tub, the sink, the rags, etc. I was lonely and apparently bored. So when I read about this weekend’s challenge those lovely memories came back to me and I decided to pull the idea from that. I hope you enjoy this little story.


Suzie stands by the sink to wash her hands. She hears a faint voice say, “Is the coast clear?” She looks into the tub. She starts screaming. “I guess not” said the tub.

Old Classics Like Ice Cream

I was a very bad person last night. I made this vow at the beginning of the year that I would blog for everyday even if I didn’t have any energy, I would post a quote or something instead. Well, last night I was extremely tired and I was literally falling asleep while my iPod was playing on my stereo. I had even ignored my sister who I guess was bored and wanted to get on Skype at nine o’clock at night. I even had socks on last night because it was so cold in my room. Thankfully my mom was too awake and took me to the bathroom, put on my sock (twice), and put on my elbow pads for me. It was just one of those nights for me. However, I woke up at almost the same time as I did yesterday, so I wonder if I’ll do the same thing I did last night, tonight? I’m just glad I did it on a night where none of my shows are on.

recordsOriginally, I was going to talk about yesterday in yesterday’s post, but since everything was a little loopy, I think that’s why I kept pushing everything back basically. So yesterday, I went over to my nana’s and helped her clean. I don’t know why but I hardly ever want to clean when I get home after helping her clean and organize. I have been thinking about getting another book shelf but I am literally running out of room. I have my shower chair, my new table, and something else in here that I’m still not yet ready to talk about on here yet. Sorry. Anyways, I’ve got too much shit in one tiny little room. When my mom rearranged my bed a few months ago, I thought I had gained a lot of room that I didn’t have before. Well, in the last few months after that I’ve lost that space. I think there’s an old children’s desk that needs to go because it’s old and almost on its last limb. I have all of my sister’s trophies underneath it. Everything that is on top of that table needs to be in a bookshelf. I have a real bookshelf, but it’s got all of my stuffed animals in it.

Anyways, we were in the mist of cleaning the first row and the top of the actual bookshelf and it’s was very strange to all these different books completely covered in dust. When I was a kid, I can remember scooting from each end of their living room and just looking at these huge books and wondering what they were. Well, I think I figured out what they were yesterday. Most were the books given to the aunts. Which are my Papaw’s aunts. They used to live in that house prior to my grandparents. We found some science books that are my Papaw’s, A few old Bibles. Once we found a back to the first shelf, I thought we needed a box and thankfully Papaw had an unused box by his chair so I grabbed it and we started putting his old Basketball tapes in there. That was another thing from the 90’s that you can still find in that house. I swear I think they have something from every era in that house. The house is probably the oldest of anything (doubt it) in that house. It was built-in the 1800s I think. Nana’s told me the exact date, but I’ve slept since then. We started pulling out these different tapes, some we could read what there were and the rest not so much. One we found I actually liked, it was Apollo 13 on VHS. So old, so nineties, but yet so cool! You miss those days after finding them.

Something like that happened for my nana. This usually doesn’t happen too often, because she’s still on Adam Lambert, but after we got done with our mini break and basically had made an excuse to get the hell out of that living room. After all these years, that living room gives me a weird feeling. It’s like somebody’s watching you, but since that room is so big, you think that person is either directly behind you or looking at you from the stairs. I’ve always hated those damn stairs. Even when we lived there, they just creeped me out. I usually try to stay out of there by myself because it just paranoid’s the crap out of me and everybody likes to tease me for it. So back to the story, while my nana and I decided to switch sides, because I thought it would be better for her to move everything around since she’s used to her surroundings in that little corner. We started working on the top of the book shelf and she started wiping off the dust from the old books. We found books that she got from a yard sale and they were facts about the surrounding states, plus the state we live in and they were just huge books and somebody was just giving them away. So nana just snatched them up. Once she got most of the other books put at the side. We found something really neat, well at least I thought it was neat.

We found this medium stacked row of old records. I’ve been trying to rack my brain if anybody has ever shown me a record before and I’m pretty sure they have, because growing up, you knew Papaw had them because that’s all he talked about was Stan Kenton. I’m pretty sure he’s shown us a record or two, but my brain can’t think that far back. Well yesterday I got to touch one of these things. After seeing them in pictures and watching that part on Ray where they show you how they’re made. It was pretty cool! I had to get a picture of the two skinny ones, which we found out to be albums. My nana explained to me how sometimes, you can have a whole album on one record or two songs front and back. If we ever learned about records in elementary or middle schools, I sure as hell didn’t pay attention enough. After we cleared the top part off we took another break and I decided then that I wanted the rest of my Aunt Laurie’s ice cream that she left behind. Who knew vanilla bean ice cream would taste so good, but later on when you want ice cream again, there’s no taste to remember it by. That part sucked the most, but the next I go over I get to have my Chocolate Mint ice cream. I haven’t had that ice cream in a long time. I just hope the next time my dad goes over there, he doesn’t get any ideas.

Five Sentence Fiction: Determination

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.


The careless lies were written upon the wall of pictures meaning of family.

She felt a sense of being abandonment by the ones she loved so much.

She didn’t dare to dream of a new family to put her heart into as she was afraid of the heartbreak.

As they fought to be with her, she wanted to be free.

She longed for the one true love she knew she had at one point, she never wanted to give up on it again.