Monthly Archives: October 2012

What darkness treads the world this eve of All Hallows day? The ghouls in costumed splendour trick or treat their way door to door.

A shadowy figure watches the passing scene, its eyes intent on possible prey. Many pass. It pays no heed then a twinkle is seen in its eyes.

Five children, older than the others, stop some smaller and steal their treats. The bullies laughing, the figure steps from the shadows.

“Trick!” it calls.

Five little pumpkins touched by dawn’s first light, the spell is broken. The bullies, a lesson learned but no one would believe their tale.

The photo prompt from the Centus site.

At birth, even my parents were repulsed on seeing my eyes. Too bright the sun in day, I preferred night or the shade of sunglasses.

I often sat alone.

Curiosity, revulsion, and shock greeted me daily.

“Freak!”

“Monster!”

“Vampire!”

I’ve heard them all.

I see the world as it is, unhidden by civilisation’s façade. I see their doubts and fears, sense their longings, and feel their darkest thoughts. They’re blind to most I perceive, all except for one.

Jason arrived, placing his arm around me, “Morning, Sammy.”

Jason, so pure a light in an often dark world, he sees ME.

The prompt photo used on Centus.

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Winter gave way to spring, spring to summer and summer to autumn. Each phase added its own page to my life’s story and my quest to make a difference in the lives of others.

I walked the path of life and felt the cool of winter, saw the spring’s colours and experienced the warmth of summer. I heard the sound of autumn leaves crunching under my boots.

My life’s autumn was a time of reflection. There were many memories I held close to my heart. They reminded me of the joys and tribulations.

The leaves crunched under my boots until they didn’t.

My epitaph read, “He made a difference.”

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The summer leaves had gone, replaced by the gold, yellow and brown of autumn. Mabel and her lifelong love, William, sat hand in hand enjoying the warming sun.

“How beautifully leaves grow old,” William suggested.

Mabel said contentedly, “Autumn is my favourite time of the year. The heat of summer gives way to cooler times.”

William gave one of those cheeky grins she had loved from their first meeting, “Not because we’re also in the autumn of our lives?”

“If only I were as beautiful as the autumn leaves,” Mabel sighed.

William held her closer, “You’ll always be more beautiful than all the seasons’ colours.”

Graphic accompanying the Centus pompt.

The old ones taught us, “Sometimes you bend. Sometimes you break.”

We didn’t understand the meaning of these words when young. We thought bending or breaking might hurt.

Our tribe lived by rules. They guided us and protected our ways. We thought they couldn’t be broken. Experience taught us the true meaning of the old ones’ words.

When times grew hard, we bent the rules and hunted beyond our lands. When need arose, we broke our rules and added new.

When survival in a harsh world challenges, it’s better to bend or break tradition than perish. We must be willing to adapt in order to survive.

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