October 8th, 2021

just beware

Be careful out there!

As much as I love the fall and October, in particular, this day always fills me with dread. My older LJ friends know what I mean, but for any new friends out there, this is a day of death for me.

On this date (different years), I have lost: my mother, my father-in-law, my mother-in-law, my brother, my best Bat buddy, another good MFU friend, and my brother-in-law. I get so nervous when the clock moves past midnight and don't breathe easy until the day is gone.

Please be extra careful and take care of yourself today. I don't want to add anyone to this list. *hugs*

Six Word Challenge

It's time to share! Hopefully, the words inspired you to write something fun!

The words:


Napoleon dropped the armful of split wood he carried. The trail to the woodpile was well worn today. He must have stacked at least a cord or more. He brushed his hands clear of bark and forest detritus, then rubbed his lower back.

“Tired?” Illya tossed a bucket of soapy water from the door into the bushes. Napoleon merely nodded and walked slowly up the stairs to the cabin. “I have something for you.” Illya led him to a waiting hot tub stood, wine and food at the ready.

“We can watch the missile launch from here.”

“Hopeless romantic.”
halloween night 1

For Shirebound - her Halloween Fic

Title: A Plain Brown Box
Genre: Original Fiction
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 956
Prompt: A stranger sits down next to you on a train and gets up, leaving a package behind. Do you investigate the package?

My thanks to shirebound for making me stretch with this one and to sparky955 for her beta and suggestions. Invaluable as always.

Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

My Favorite Things

As a rule, she tried to keep to herself on the train. The morning commute was usually packed. She would get on at the beginning on the line and have her choice of seats. She would move to a rear corner seat, left or right, it didn’t matter, and squash herself into it, hugging the metal wall as if it was her only fixed point in a universe gone mad.

She would also talk to herself, conservations that only made sense to her and her alone. That meant the seat beside her was usually left empty, no matter how many people got on the train. No one wanted to get close, just in case whatever was plaguing her was contagious.
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