Halloween Party




Goblins, ghouls, ghosts and vampires

All dressed up in their party attire

Daring mortals to come out and play

Taunting us onward ‘til the break of day


They hide in the shadows of Halloween night

And slip in and out of the glow of Halloween lights

They follow us then, trying to frighten mortals

And when we dare a peek, they vanish into portals


It was Halloween night and a little chilly

I was dressed in a costume and felt so silly

Going to a party dressed like a mouse

Assured to be laughed at by all in the house


I went to the address listed on the invitation

Scared out of my wits, afraid for my preservation

The yard was scary and full of mummies

And gigantic black spiders looking for yummies


I saw a zombie peeking out from behind a tree

And another bound in chains, moaning to be free

I saw a vampire with a glowing white face

Woe is me, I was becoming a basket case


Scurrying along the path to the front door

I witnessed all sorts of blood and gore

There were crying crows and screeching witches

And a couple of hands sticking up from ditches


And from somewhere in the distance

I heard a girl screaming with resistance

Walk I did as briskly as able

My feet moving, yet I felt unstable

I spotted a graveyard far off to the right

I felt my throat dry up and get tight

As I tried to swallow down my fright

I kept the dimly lit porch in my sight


 I hurried along this scary path to the door

And finally came upon steps adorned by gargoyles galore

I climbed the stairs, stepping ‘round florescent-green slime

Unlike anything I’d ever seen before this time


When I climbed to the top of the stairs

To my left was a skeleton with absolutely no hair

He was holding a bowl of eyeballs of brown and blue

And from where he got them, I had no clue


On my right there was a witch dressed in black

With eyes glowing green that took me aback

I held my breath as she said to me,

“Welcome to my Halloween party”


I rushed to the big black front door

Which was adorned with even more

Frightening things for my sight

Such as a pumpkin with eyes burning bright


As I stood in front of the daunting entrance

I took a deep breath to fight my resistance

To knock on the door with the lion-headed knocker

But knock I did, and that was a shocker


After a few moments Frankenstein opened

The big creaky door to invite me

Into the creepy old mansion

And I could feel my body tighten with more tension


“Good evening,” he said

I could feel pain building in my head

I nodded to him and fear took hold

As I walked across the door’s threshold


I sauntered inside but in just a few moments

My worry eased as I saw a house full pumpkins

With smiling faces as my friends did greet me

And offer me cake and a glass of iced tea


I saw them at the party, they were all there

My friend Sally was dressed as Cher

And my old boyfriend Stan wore hair

Of green and held in his hand a cold beer


I saw vampires cavorting at a snack table

But these guys weren’t from any fable

They were my friends, Doug, Sam and Rig

And I knew this party would be a great gig


Then I saw Andy and Nancy

They were dressed in costumes fancy

Like Samson and Delilah

Or was it Antony and Cleopatra?


I took in the sights and sounds

Oh my, there were goodies all around

And flashing orange lights hung in windows

Causing cheer and casting shadows


There were even a couple bales of hay

Where upon sat food trays

From a ceiling fan hung a ghost

And dressed in black, there was our host


On the staircase was sitting a scarecrow

That looked pretty creepy but mellow

Then I realized it was my friend, Daisy

Who was tipsy and feeling a lil’ lazy


I reached into a bowl of candy

And got a fright dandy

When a gross hand tried to grab me

Before I could get a treat to eat


As I walked about I saw

A dragon with big claws

Talking to a mermaid

Holding a glass of red Kool-aid


The tables were adorned in holiday

Table cloths in a nice array

Of orange and black

With ghosts and big-eyed cats


A crystal pumpkin dish

Held candy corns delish

And atop a case of books

Sat a real tabby cat named Nooks


Who seemed not to mind strangers in his house

Or the fact that I was dressed as a mouse

The party was just getting started

And around the rooms my eyes still darted


An ice sculpture of a vampire bat

In the middle of a big round table sat

With champagne-punch flowing

Surrounded by candles all glowing


There were sticky spider webs

Hung from walls, rafters and even people’s heads

But yet, no one was filled with dread

All were happy and so laughter spread


Loud and clear jazz music played

And amusement was merrily displayed

So I decided to heck with the ghouls

I’ll stay awhile shoot some pool


As I listened to the not-so spooky jazz

Across the room I saw a devil named Taz

And he laughed as Ken and Barbie

Bobbed for apples hardily


I had a great conversation ‘bout gore and ick

With a fairy who stirred her cider with a cinnamon stick

Then I hung out with a guy named, Dolph

Who was clearly dressed as a big bad wolf


My fears had all diminished

As I mingled with many of the delightfully devilish

And so I became quite curious

There was just no reason to be serious


As the night wore thin and the sun

Threatened our joy and fun

Ghosts, witches, and vampires alike

Along with a biker dude named Spike


Ran off into what was left of the night

Taking with them a guy and his kite,

Casper, Freddie, Attila the Hun

And then there was that very small nun


They went back to their favorite haunts

To climb under covers and get some sleep

And dream of next year’s spooky jaunts

Of course, I’ll be there despite the creeps


‘Cause nothing’s better than a happy Halloween

Full of fun, food, friends, and a few screams

Dressed as a black cat I’ll go next year

And I swear, next time, I’ll show no fear.


Copyright 2010 Wanda S. Paryla


Mindless Behind the Wheel


Why is it that every time we get behind the steering wheel of our vehicle, we lose our minds? Oh yes, you see it all the time. You see it… Yes, you. You see other drivers doing the most oddball things, or mindless things, even things that piss you off. But do they ever catch you doing dumb crap? Why, yes, yes they do. No, don’t deny it. You can’t. Do you know why? Well, I’ll tell you. Most of the time, you don’t know that you’re even doing anything stupid, or wrong. And if you do know you’re being an idiot, it does not register that other drivers can see you.

It is all psychological. When we get into our cars, we forget that our window glass is all two-way. Everyone can see us, yet we forget that. So we do dumb things. Some things cannot be helped, maybe. But others are just passing thoughts that our bodies respond to.

I recently started a new job. I drive usually 45 minutes to get to work and sometimes longer to get home. I’ve never had to drive that long to get to any job before in my life. My longest drive was 25 minutes one way. And oh boy!…Do I see some funny stuff. And sometimes some dangerous stuff.

You see it all: nose picking, nose blowing, eating, drinking, smoking, texting, ear digging, ass picking, even other things you wish you’d never seen…such as people having a little “fun” with themselves, if you get my drift. Or maybe having “fun” with someone else.

My funniest story is I was driving for about 2 miles behind this guy. I thought he was talking on his cell phone because he had his right hand and arm in such a position. But then, I noticed the shape near his head. I worried that it was a pistol he had held to his head. Should I call 911? What do I say? Do I follow him? Oh God!…After about 2 miles, he finally pulled his finger out of his ear.

Now, the next thing that shocked me was how the woman next to me decided to take off her bra while she was driving. I mean, okay. No, she wasn’t even discreet about it.

How many times do I see people driving and smoking marijuana. Really? I don’t care what marijuana advocates say, it still impairs judgment and one should not be doing that while they’re driving just like one should not be drinking and driving.

Another thing I encountered, in fact it was just Friday on the way home, a dude driving alone, in traffic. I’m behind him for 5 minutes. The woman driving to the left of him kept watching him and swerving. Then I realized what she was looking at when the head of this girl popped up in the passenger seat next to that guy. Being behind him, I had no idea he had company in the car with him. Okay?…Another thing you should do at home.

And to that person I’ve run into a couple of times in the Trans Am. Yes, you, with that license plate that reads “Rdy Aym.” What are you aiming at?…Well if you don’t drive faster you’ll never reach your target. At least we can do the speed limit. Oh, & about that plate #. If you don’t want anyone to comment on it on the internet, then don’t get rid of that number. (Here’s me praying the car doesn’t belong to a cop and now he’s going to hunt me down like a fugitive.)

Also, to that blondie that kept blowing that horn this past Friday on 55th St…No one’s going anywhere! Stop blowing the horn. Traffic is bumper to bumper you dimwitted asshat. If you don’t like other cars, move to the country and leave the rest of us the hell alone.

To that old lady with the 5 Dobermans in your Lexus. Can you please let one of them drive next time? I think they’d be better at it.

I roll up next to this guy eating McDonald’s. He’s shoveling that shit in like there was no tomorrow. Dude. It’s called lunch. If you’d eat lunch at work, you wouldn’t have a headache by the end of the day and turn into a pig.

And to that dark-haired woman who…yes, in the Ford Focus…who was talking on her cell, smoking a cigarette and trying to pop the top on a Pepsi can… Try putting the call phone down dumbass, before you attempt to open the can. Here’s what happened from my POV. Woman’s driving 35 mph, cigarette in one hand…same hand on the wheel, cell in the other hand. Next thing I know both hands are off the wheel while driving to open Pepsi can, cell phone now shouldered to her ear, Pepsi in one hand, cigarette in the hand trying to pop the tab while the car drives itself up onto the curb. Pepsi explodes, spewing all over the windshield and the driver. She slams on her breaks and hits a sign post. Me, I’m really, really pissed off as I’m behind her. However, I stayed my distance as I had a first-hand look as the story unfolded. I never saw a stupider person yet, but I’m sure I will soon enough.

Oh the things I have to endure on the road!

Despair – Writer’s Humor (reposted from d.g. kaye)

Despair – Writer’s Humor (via http://dgkayewriter.com)

While I was surfing around facebook, I came across this photo and burst out laughing.  I just thought I’d share. I am wondering how many of you, working hard on a book, keeping up with deadlines can relate to it?  I, for one, can certainly relate…

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Someday Always Comes by Wanda S. Paryla Review

Check out RapidReviewer’s review of Someday Always Comes! Thank you, Becky.



I received this book for free in exchange for my honest review and unbiased opinion:

I really liked Someday always comes it took a while for me to get into it because it’s quite a bit longer than most books but when I did sink my teeth into it, It was stuck in my head until I finished.

It follows the lives of 5 teenagers who’ve all had a bad start but heavily rely on each other and on music to make it through! Wanda isn’t shy when it comes to her descriptive nature and you really feel the gritty and violent nature of some of the characters.

This isn’t just a drama this is also a love story, one that develops from childhood and matures as the characters do, you really feel it from the start.

Speaking of the characters although sometimes they’re hard faced and full of childhood…

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Writing a Short Story by Rachelle M.N. Shaw

Amber Skye Forbes

In many ways, short stories are just like longer pieces of fiction. Both follow a general plot structure, establishing a clear setting and characters within. They then build tension and conflict before resolving it. However, with short stories, the length is limited—usually to 5,000 words or fewer. Not only that, but they capture one snapshot in time and portray a message through that event. Needless to say, it’s important that every piece of a short story propels the plot.

The biggest question you’ll have to tackle when writing your short story is why you’re telling it. What does your protagonist want? What stands in his/her way? Similar to long prose, you’ll need to make the first few paragraphs engaging and captivating. You can do so by establishing a distinct and detailed environment, strong characters, and a clear initial conflict. Just remember to build up to an even bigger encounter at…

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