JACK | The Origin of the Jack-O-Lantern

Folklore Retold

Centuries ago a wastrel, a drunkard known as ‘Stingy Jack,’ wandered between towns and villages in Ireland. Calling none of them ‘home,’ Jack was known throughout the land as a deceiver, manipulator and otherwise dreg of society. On a fateful night, Satan overheard tales of Jack’s evil deeds. Unconvinced any man could or would do […]

Every Picture Tells a Story – About BLINDED

Halloween a few years ago, I came across a picture of an abandoned house and it turned into a flashfiction piece I called ‘The House in the Woods.’ Readers liked it so much, wanted more and I decided to expand the story. About that time I also came across another picture and the two together […]

For Halloween Listening — A Little (Scary) Treat

Some of you may remember radio shows and serials. You listened to the show or story but had to conjure the images, giving them texture and color. [I believe the mind’s eye provides the best imagery and special effects.] I was born in 1959 and at that point TV had begun overtaking radio as the […]

‘The Redhead Witch’

"Don't call me ginger..."

“Oy, Ginger!” Ruby ignored the drunk Brit who’d been ogling her at the bar and then staggered out after her. She scrolled through her list to find just the spell for him. That one she’d developed to help her nephew with his ‘outie.’ It had worked on the belly button. With just a bit of […]

Every Picture Tells a Story – About ‘Waiting for My Witch’

A few years ago, I came across this picture and at breakfast one morning showed it to ‘Alpha’ and ‘Beta’ and asked, “What do you think that cat’s doing?” “Sitting in a tree,” said Beta. I shook my head. Alpha raised her hand, and I nodded to her. “Looking at the moon.” I shook my […]

‘HEXENNACHT 4/30/1932’

Bloodlines

I’m a writer and ghostwriter. Some projects require research that includes going through old pictures. One such project was with a client who was the last of her bloodline. She was 91 and told me, “These are for you. Maybe something in there,” she pointed a gnarled, crooked finger at the stacks, “will be useful in […]