A Halloween Gone With The Wind

I remember the inconspicuous glance in the mirror before grabbing my book bag and cupcake with candied black cat on top. The chocolate treat disguised in orange was one of twelve mom had baked the night before. Already halfway down the block and the morning sun on my back, I heard her uncharacteristically yelling out the front door, threatening whoever borrowed her new hat for their costume. Being the only girl and knowing my brothers as she did, it was not hard to deduct I was the guilty one wearing the pre-Civil War looking head covering, as any self respecting Scarlet O'Hara on Halloween.1

I must have smiled the entire half-mile, running until I stood panting before the stoic front doors of Carle Place's grammar school. Though my smile disappeared faster than Glen Beck from a Democratic fundraiser. You see, I might have run but she drove the car to my school and stood on the marbled steps of the great learning institute ready to teach me a lesson.2

It was mom's fault after all was said and done and she knew it. That is why she still let me go trick or treating that night though not as Scarlet as another part of my body. While other girls my age were reading Cinderella or Ann of Green Gables (which I adored so don't misunderstand me), my nose was in the classic pages of Pride and Prejudice, Ben Hur, and Gone With The Wind to name just a few. What can I tell you? I was born into a family of avid readers though I make no excuse. Not as scary as a lot of other families I see growing up and out before me.3

Thanks mom. Thanks dad. Though today you both are most likely under some tree along the banks of a Heavenly brook skimming through a book, save that place for me. One day I'll be joining you and dad there as soon as I take off this cumbersome costume they call life.

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  • August Rein
    October 29

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    I was a bit puzzled at first, mainly because I have no idea who 'Glen Beck' is and a few mentioned nouns, but, all the same, I truly enjoyed it. I especially like your last line, "...as soon as I take off this cumbersome costume they call life" which is, in reality, true. It's also interesting how you managed to fit in a 'Haloween-themed' contest, and for this, I give you praise

    It was a good read, and I will be waiting for more

    ---Truly, Akane


  • goodwriter
    October 19
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    You made it as a finalist for now


  • CutsThatDontBleed
    October 18
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    Loved it!


  • Ryzingkat
    October 18

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    interesting

    It was pretty good. I liked the imagery. But it could use some editing. For example: Deduct should be Deduce. And Glen Beck (AT) a Democratic fundraiser would sound a little better. But that did make me laugh.


  • Lady Eventide Greeters member
    October 17

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    Wow.

    In under three hundred words, you made me laugh and cry. I could just imagine that outfit...and I also liked the line 'Though my smile disappeared faster than Glen Beck from a Democratic fundraiser.'

    In the end, though, with the phrase 'cumbersome costume they call life,' it made me think of how true that phrase is. It is cumbersome, especially if we don't have our loved ones near us.

    I wish you all the best in the contest.

    Lady E


  • Marisalyn13
    October 16
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    Really nice description! I like how you stuck with the 'Halloween' theme.

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