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Coffin Hop Divertissement

Update:

Giveaway plus a Flash Fiction Writing Competition (with Amazon gift vouchers for prizes!)

1) Giveaway  ! Going live at midnight (click here  to enter or on image below) : one prize of a free e-copy of the following anthology:

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This anthology is available for purchase here; all proceeds go to the charity LitWorld.org to help encourage children’s literacy throughout the world and is a first collection of stories from the annual Coffin Hop online horror extravaganza.

All the links to the Coffin Hop participants can be found here – do pop along to see what they’re up to!

2) Flash Fiction Competition run by Lost World Press:

 For those keen to flex those scribbling muscles, why not try out  the Flash Fiction competition on Lost World Press (with Amazon voucher for prizes!) : Flash Fiction Halloween 750 max, all things Halloween in Speculative manner (full details on the site) Happy Spooking ! Don’t forget to hop along to all the others taking part in the Coffin Hop (links on the site)

Here instead: a little bit of nonsense in celebration of the Coffin Hop

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Artwork by Red Tash

‘Evenin’, Gladys.’

‘Evenin’, Penny.’ (Purl one, cast two)

‘Coming along nicely, ain’t it. (Purl two, cast one)

‘I see young Tommasina’s nearly finished three already.’

‘Never one to hang about is our Tommy.’ (Cast one, purl three)

‘Our Mabel’s sorted out the business with the daddy-long-legs, by the way.’

‘Mmhmm. ‘ (Cast two, purl two)

‘Oh, look who’s arrived….’

‘Ah. Him. On His own, is He?’

‘Hang on – just peeking – no, got a couple of lady guests with Him.’

‘Ah.’ (Cast two, purl one)

‘Oh, – there’s more of them.’

‘A party.’ *Sigh* (Cast two, purl one)’Can’t remember the last time he had one of those ….’

‘Nor me, neither.’

‘It’ll be an all-nighter by the looks of things.’

‘What’s he doing now?’

‘Offering wine. Food. The usual.’(Cast one, purl three)

‘Maybe that’s why the manservant was in earlier, polishing up the goblets, setting the cutlery straight.’

‘Don’t miss a thing, do you.’

’I don’t.’

‘Proper little gossip, you are.’

‘That’s me.’ (Purl  two, cast one)

‘They’re getting sleepy already.’

‘That manservant – he’s never around in the evening, is he?’

‘No, never.Oh look , one of them’s dropped off.  (And purl three, cast two)

‘And that one in blue, as well.’

‘Works fast, doesn’t it.’

‘Indeed.’ (Cast two, purl  one)

‘Are they all asleep now ?’

‘They are.’

‘Has he drunk yet?’

‘He’s just about to, I think.’

(Cast one, purl three, cast two, purl one, cast one, purl three…)

‘Where’s he gone now?’

‘To feed the Children.’

‘Oh yes, of course. Got so used to the howling, I’d forgotten why.’

‘T’is gone midnight.’

‘Yes, yes, nearly done.’

‘You know He likes it all finished before dawn.’

‘Yes, yes, don’t fuss.’ (Cast one, purl three) ‘There – finished.’

One by one the spiders swung down to spread out and admire their handiwork, while outside the Children of the Night continued their demand for nourishment.

The candles burned low.

Come dawn  the late guests were barely visible beneath the thick coating of cobwebs. Deep in the bowels of the Castle, a faint squeal could be heard, as a lid was lowered.

‘That manservant – still hasn’t oiled the hinges on the thing.’

‘Getting rather lax, ain’t he.’

‘I wonder the Count keeps him.’

‘I’ve heard, good servants are hard to come by these days …’