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Welcome to the Picture it & Write creative writing exercise. I invite people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (please provide a translation). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph will be reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr and added to the Picture it & Write gallery on Facebook and Pinterest.

Please continue to write however you’re inspired, but add a tag to the beginning of your post if there’s mature content in order to keep Picture it & Write an engaging event for all of our followers.

Campfires invite many things, bugs, people in search of warmth, and ghost stories. Faces looked across at the others, some eager others with trepidation. Penny decided she would start.

“I am not superstitious, but something about Halloween challenges my otherwise firm stance on the paranormal. It’s not that I don’t like the holiday. I love dressing up, eating candy, and depending on the company a scary movie.”

The girl beside her laughed. She still had bruises from where Penny’s fingers dug into her skin. The scream caused a ringing in her ear that lasted for an hour past the movie. Penny may “like” scary movies, but those sitting around her do not.

Penny continued, ignoring the raised eyebrows from a few others in the circle. “Halloween morning I wake up to find yellow liquid in my tub, a yellow ring around the edge where the water rose due to a clogged drain the night before. Mostly I was horrified by the idea that I may have been bathing in my own filth, not that the water was yellow in the shower last night.”

“Ewe!” One girl shrieked. She crab crawled backwards as though Penny suddenly smelled of the filth she was describing. only the bitter fall air coaxed her back toward the fire. She interrupted the story, “Whose idea was it anyway to put a bathtub and shower in the same room as the toilet. You shouldn’t sh*t where you eat, so you shouldn’t sh*t where you bathe either.”

Her boyfriend stopped her with a calming hand on her knee. “I don’t think you grasp the meaning of that analogy, just let her continue with the story.” She send a glare his way but let Penny continue.

“Anyway,” she started with annoyance dripping from the word. “There was more than a little part of me that wondered if the bathroom was haunted. Why, when I’ve never had problems with the bathroom before would it now be yellow? Still liquid, not dried from the night before?”

So what really happened you may ask? Penny’s story ends a little different than reality. She’d soaked her hair in olive oil and washed it out. The clog caused the oil to float and not all of it drained with the water. Interesting isn’t it, how one day can open up our minds to the possibility of supernatural but we close it back up and wait another 365 days to let our imagination get the better of us again.

Eliabeth Hawthorne

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