Monday, October 5, 2015

E is for Earl

E is for Earl who was haunted by ghosts

Earl was always a clever child. He would notice things others didn't and could never understand why his parents were so angry whenever he told them what he saw.  They were even more furious when he told them he saw grandpa hanging about in the garden. The called him a liar and sent him to talk to a man with a clipboard. The man never spoke but wrote everything Earl said down and then sent him on his way.  A few weeks after his visit Earl was visited by a tall man with a badge. His parents looked on with scowls and anger as their son refused to tell the man the stories that he told them.

After his meeting with the tall man he realized that his talent of observation was something he should keep to himself. He stopped telling people the things he saw and he started to make friends at school. Even his parents were surprised at the changes in him and they were thrilled when he made all A's on his report cards. He was brilliant and driven and always knew the answer before anyone else. He decided to be a police officer so he could use his talents to help people and was promoted to detective within no time.

Now all this time his parents still refused to talk about his particular set of skills. They slowly cut off all contact with their son, fearing he was cursed by the devil and would bring them harm. They hadn't spoken to their son in years and he made no effort to convince them otherwise. That is until the day his mother showed up at the foot of his bed. She was yelling and cursing and full of that same rage he saw as a child. All of which he ignored of course. After all, he had been waiting for this day for a while now. He was wondering when his grandfather would stop digging around in the garden and come inside for a chat. He had always been good at giving Earl friends to play with.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

D is for Devon

D is for Devon who started to smell

All little boys around the age of thirteen
Develop a smell which is slightly obscene
But poor little Devon was cursed with a smell
Much like that of Colette who was found in the well

Saturday, October 3, 2015

C is for Colette

C is for Colette who was found in a well

Colette was a very curious lass
She was always in trouble and always a mess
She would flitter and flutter and scamper about
Forever in hiding, of that we don't doubt
She was so very good at the game hide and seek
One time she was hidden for nearly a week
She was found by the gardener when he was struck by a smell
She had hidden and drowned in the family's well

Friday, October 2, 2015

B is for Brad

B is for Brad who fell of the stage during ballet

Brad was always a little... off, for he liked things the other girls liked and shied away from anything to do with sports and "manly" things that he was supposed to love.  His parents, desperate to break him of his tendencies, put him in football and he fell to his knees. Brad was bullied relentlessly until the day, he found out that ballet can help you on the field and help him to play.  He convinced his parents of this fact and was soon dancing circles around the other girls in his class. He secretly quit football and spent all of his time, twirling and jumping and perfecting his new passion of rhythm and rhyme.  So much so that the lead in the first production of the year, was all his and his alone and he could not believe his ears. This fact was not lost on the girls who had spent years, dancing and spinning and jumping to get that spot they revered.  They devised a plan, a devious plan, to make sure this never happened to them again.  Once the curtain lifted and the music began, they all rushed to the front and right behind Brad, who was spinning and jumping and completely unaware the they were the foxes and he was the hare. His foot slipped when he opened his eyes, and saw them all around , he'd discovered their lies. Poor Brad just fell and with a sickening thud, he hit the ground with a vengeance and their battle was won. Everyone stopped to see if he was okay, and of course he was bleeding and broken and sprained. He was carried away and he never forgot, that he was the hare and never the fox.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

A is for Annabelle

A is for Annabelle who floated away

Annabelle loved everything to do with the sky.
Always wanting to be a bird and explore the horizon..
So one day she took a chair and some weather balloons
And floated away one sunny June afternoon

Monday, September 14, 2015

A Collective Serialization of Unforseen Atrocities


Here it is guys! 
The title of my new series!
Can you tell I'm a tad bit excited?



A very good friend of mine came up with the original title (which I tweaked, sorry Jess!) and I am going to be posting the content once a day throughout the month of October, so keep a look out!

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Hello Darlings

I am starting a new challenge for myself!  
One story or poem or song a day for you guys in the month of October! 

If anyone has any suggestions on content (I wanted to do my own version of the creepy ABC's) I would love to hear it.  

See you guys in a few weeks!