It’s true what they say, you know, about preacher’s kids. They can stir up all kinds of mischief if given the opportunity to do so. The following story is one hundred percent true, and this writer is here to tell you that it was more fun than any human being should be allowed to have in this life.

On All’s Hallow Eve, let the fun begin. this night which is becoming more popular now in the United Kingdom, is a fun night for children and adults, and has inspired me to write this poem.

Experiments gone wrong. Ghosts. Ghouls. Goblins. Wolf’s howling at the full moon. Electricity, needles, creepy doctors with assistants behind locked doors. Dreams are weird, but interesting at the same time.

Just the beginning of something that I am working on…

Just a little haiku I wrote after taking my son trick or treating.

The third installment in a series about post fantasy apocalypse. Rangus’ goblin tribe hunts down the dragon Kra, who is haunted by his past and cannot see his future.

The beginning of Kra’s story. An encounter with goblins and a close scrape with death awaken Kra’s draconic pride, and little does he know that he is now hunted.

Halloween scene.

Halloween, mostly childs poem, candY, pumkins and scary faces, goblins.

The eyes of Halloween.