Happy Halloween Everyone!

[ginevra007]

In honor of the spirit of the day and the fact that LJ has become the Undead Journal, I thought we could play that age old game where one person writes something and then passes it to someone else to write a little more. So, if you would like to play just add your prose to the comments and see what we can create

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[tdjewell]

I had forgotten it was our anniversary today, our 13th, and the spouse would be expecting something extra nice. I'd be staked if it wasn't something special. I couldn't get away with dead roses and a fresh road-kill this year. Drat this pushed-back daylight savings time, one less house of darkness before the stores close.

I set off for the mall, desperate for inspiration. As as stood there among the Christmas decorations, something occurred to me.

[anubisgrrl]

What I really needed as the PERFECT gift were 13 sacrificial victims! But in this day and age, and especially given our state's newly enacted anti-sacrifice laws, getting, and for that matter, using sacrificial victims was quite entirely impossible. Unless I used something unorthodox. Perhaps mice, or even rats, my spouse loved rats. I could dress them in little gowns. Now would I find little rat gowns at this hour....

What was I thinking? Rat gowns? Sacrificial rat virgins. Could rats be considered virginal any way? Maybe the white ones, perhaps. I shook my head, noting a dull ache.

It was then I realized

[anubisgrrl]

that what I really needed was guinea pigs. 13 virginal, ok, white guinea pigs. I seemed to recall somwhere that scientists were always using the little things for sacrificial purposes, or was that experimental, I forget such still human distinctions

[johnprester]

...lay my hands on 13 little bridal gowns. I waited for inspiration to strike, but all that hit me was a crowbar that someone had carelessly dropped from the upper mezzanine. That was no help.

Wait a minute! There was a Build-A-Bear up there! They were sure to have teddy bear costumes in various sizes, and with a little luck, there would be bridal gowns in the smallest size they had available -- just right!

Now where was that escalator? Why were there so many people in my way, and -- why were so many of them dressed like pirates?

[anubisgrrl]

* * *

Looking back so much of that evening seems to defy explanation. Thinking about it in detail was like focusing on the individual occupants of a platform as the train speeds by--impossible to capture as more than a blur. To this day all I truly recall with clarity, much to my detriment, is my dear one's reaction to the anniversary gift, or should I say pageant, for it was more that than anything. All fluff and satin, white and red, love and endings. A perfect metaphor for what was to come.

No, what I remember like a brand on my soul was my spouse's words:

"My darling, that is really quite outstanding!" exclaimed my spouse, lip twisted in a devishly smile, "But, how, pray tell, did you get them into the shoes!"