I’ll put a spell on you
I’ll make you mine
Come over here – have this apple
A sip of wine?
You caught my eye, you see
Come here. Please be mine.
Follow my gaze, my dear
You’ll soon know why.
I’ll put a spell on you;
You’ll soon be mine.
Her long fingers beckoned me
To look into her sapphire eyes
She put a spell on me
But what a waste of time.
I put a spell on you.
Why aren’t you mine?
It’s not you, it’s me.
It happens all the time.
#Inktober. Day Fifteen. October 15.
There’s a head on the table. A HEAD!
And with it… an invitation. And a broken string of beads. This place just gets weirder…
Yes indeed. Vampire clowns. Whatever next?
Two Vampire Clowns. Run! Quick! Run!
Ah! It’s just smoke and mirrors.
Hang on! Vampires don’t have reflections…
As if we will believe that!
A Six Word Saturday Halloween Post.
Just sploshing around a little colour!
Day 12. October 12. #Inktober.
This room is a complete mess. Not only is all that gloop pouring from the wall in the far corner, the window in here seems to have been smashed to smithereens. It’s blowing a gale through the now open window, and there’s a fierce storm raging outside. It’s teeming with rain, and it is also raining in through the shattered window.
I think I’d better leave this room and check another one – I don’t fancy being struck by one of those lightning bolts! Hang on – what’s that over there?
(This post also incorporates the prompts for days 13 and 14)
Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Maybe I should have stayed in that other room, the one with the huge spider-thingy that was emerging from behind the tall clock. In this room there’s some gloopy something-or-other running down the wall from a crack near to the ceiling, into the skirting board. Just there… nowhere else. And it seems incredibly sticky…
Day Eleven. October 11. #Inktober.