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Week 9: Mar

10/30/2020

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Prompt:
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Halloween is getting close, so write about a trick or treating that goes wrong. This can be silly, scary or any twist you want to give to your story.

Word Count: 175-275 words

Expectations:
-Remember that you are writing for the King's Academy community. Please be respectful of that community.
​-Respect the word count

-Your work should have a title--this is not part of your word count.
-Include your full name and word count at the end of your submission.
-Have fun with this challenge.

Deadline:
22:00 Tuesday, November 3rd

Photo Source:
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https://www.hellomagazine.com/healthandbeauty/mother-and-baby/2020100198274/how-to-stay-safe-halloween-trick-or-treating/
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Yasmine Najjar
11/2/2020 01:33:38 am

Not The Halloween Kind

Hallow's Eve. It was the least scary time of the year, the time where children laugh and not cry; the time of candy and delight. Shadows dancing as children dance along with them, the dying embers of melted wax candles lit inside the hollowed-out shells of pumpkins creating brightly lit streets. Beautiful from afar, and even more so up close.
Alec, however, was not the trick or treating kind. Nor was he kind at all. A cruel man with a bitter heart, screaming trick, slamming the door in the eager faces of children expecting candy and warmth. Everybody knew of Alec Gale.
Trick or treaters quake at his name, while adults gossip; he killed his wife, they say. She had drowned only months earlier. And what of his son? They ponder. Who had been missing, on a Hallow's Eve, similar to this one.
Gale himself didn't know what to believe.
Thump. From the door came the sound. A trick or treater, perhaps. But who stupid enough to knock at his door?
He went up to the freshly painted door, crimson red; it was his wife's favorite color.
The handle the color of his rust, like that of his son's hair.
He hesitated before pushing the door open, only to be greeted with an empty porch, the street bustling with activity. Maybe he was going crazy.
The shadowed figure watched from the window of his house, across from Gale. Gale, who took everything from him.
Now he would take everything from Gale. His wife was gone, dead now, his son fed to the dogs.
All that was left was Gale's life.

Yasmine Najjar
Word Count: 270 Words

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Mar
11/4/2020 06:46:34 am

Hi Yasmine, I really liked your story it was really well written and the scared me a little bit. (in a good way) I really liked the descriptions you used and that part at the end where you flipped to a surprise new character threatening Gale sent chills down my back.

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Mar
11/4/2020 06:47:38 am

Yasmine you win this week!

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Jaafar Wahbeh
11/4/2020 06:53:25 am

Façade
The winds of autumn reached the city bringing with it scurrying candy wrappers of Halloween, tantalizing the beasts behind our soft petals. Halloween, the best of holidays. Where all put a façade and mingle amongst the crowds… Dreams turn into reality, how naive our human nature can be…
I turned to my closet and took a vampire’s mask and let it gently touch my face, as if it was soothing the scars of the past. This mask, that lived with me the prejudice of 14 years. Except for when it was Halloween. It was the only time of the year in which I can mingle through the crowds without anyone reading the scars on my face. I dashed through the streets of NYC and went trick or treating like all the other kids, but I was not like them all…I am different, and the society hates differences; I sighed as I reflected on the bitter truth.
Whatever I did I always felt that all eyes were haunting me like cobras searching for a little mouse. Eventually everyone went to their snug beds with their candy under their pillows and washed the façade to show the rose petals under the thorn. Under my head lie the question when will my façade wash off?

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Jaafar Wahbeh
11/4/2020 06:54:56 am

Word Count: 212 words

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mar
11/4/2020 07:02:19 am

Jaafar I´m so sorry but you summited a day after the deadline. I still really liked your story. It was well written and I loved your use of similes and metaphors for example the ¨petals under the thorns. ¨

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