School Halloween Disco Fun!

It was the School disco today.

After the rushing around, having forgotten to set my alarm, I wasn’t sure if I’d have the energy, because it was not one, but two discos!

We have one for the younger children and one for the older ones.

Being a Reception teacher means my pupils were attending the first one, and my daughter, as an older pupil, was attending the second, so it meant another nearly 12 hours at school!

But it was fun. The kids enjoyed it, and I must admit that I had a bit of a blast too, dancing with all my babies!

Of course a Halloween disco is not complete without a bit of dressing up…  and I decided this year I would not go all witchy, but feline instead!

I promised to share my dressing up…

Here’s me, in all my filtered and unfiltered glory!

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #173 Spooky&Night

Lovely Ron’s Halloween Haiku prompt!

Spooky & Night

Trees, Woods, Mystery, Forest, Dark

Image from Pixabay

As the nights draw in
Bare branches wave spookily
Atmospheric fear

Ritu 2017

WRITESPIRATION #137 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 42 – Scared @sacha_black #MeToo

Sacha’s #Writespiration prompt this week:

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.


Next week we will have missed Halloween, so today’s challenge is to write 52 words of a character that is utterly terrified.

Inspired by the hashtag #MeToo that is doing the rounds on Twitter and Facebook at the moment, highlighting abuse that has been hidden for so long.

Those eyes. They won’t stop looking.
Those feet. They won’t stop following.
Those hands. They won’t stop touching.
Those fingers. They won’t stop digging.
My mouth. It won’t open.
My voice. It won’t work.
My feet. They won’t walk away.
My eyes. They won’t tear away from that menacing gaze.

Creature #writephoto

Sue’s photo prompt this week.


Oh, this was it! This was going to be the big one, she just knew it!

Rosie buried her hands deep into her pockets and stamped her feet a couple of times on the ground. Jeez it was cold! As she exhaled, her breath was captured in the air, like a cloud. Remember the days when you would pretend you were smoking, blowing out plumes of smoke?

She trained her eyes on the cave. Months, they had been trailing it, this creature, that had captured the fascination, at first, of the locals, then slowly it became a nationwide interest.

The Black Ghost. No one knew what it was, but the descriptions varied from witness to witness. A large dog, a panther, a cross between a wolf and a lion, speculation was rife! Luckily there had been no ‘victims’ as such, but petty thefts had been reported, you know, like food out of pets bowls.

Sightings were always around here, at dusk, with a darting creature spotted, but recently, it seemed that a more accurate location had been pinpointed to this cave.

Her camera was set. James had just popped to the garage a short drive away to pick up some hot drinks and snack supplies.

“Hurry up Jimbo…” Rosie muttered under her breath. She wasn’t scared, not really, but the moors could be an eerie place around this time of night.

Then she saw it.

Quick as a flash she got the camera focused and the shutter clicked away.

There it stood, looking back at her. A creature that was pure black, and almost impossible to see in the darkness. The photos she took only really registered the eyes. Two bright spheres, in the inky darkness.

And it looked like it was coming towards her!

Oh man, where was James????

But as it came closer, it wasn’t getting bigger, it appeared to get smaller, and Rosie’s expression changed from one of abject terror to a gooey smile.

This was no monster! It was a cat!

 A beautiful kitty, coal black with the most stunning emerald green eyes that she had ever seen!

It started winding its body around her legs, like her own at Fluffy would do and she instinctively reached down to stroke it.


A split second, that was all it took. James stared at the cave then at the camera on the floor in disbelief. He had been walking over to Rosie when he saw the creature approach her. Too late to say anything, he hurried over to her, only to witness her reaching down to stroke it, and then  – GONE!

Neither the creature nor Rosie were there.

Picking up the camera, he scrolled back to see if there was anything in the photos.

A series of shots showed a shadowy creature, unclear, but with every frame, it looked different… from a scary looking snarling hound, it seemed to morph into what looked like a domestic cat.

Calling out Rosie’s name held no response.

James picked up the bits of equipment they had set up, and hurried back to the car.

He was still no wiser as to what the creature was, but it was clear now, this thing was dangerous…





Moonlit #writephoto

Sue’s photo prompt this week…



Laurence peered out of the window and spotted the moon.
Full again.

Why, oh why did he have to born with this affliction that meant he was obliged to go out on these nights?
It was ok in the summer, it was warmer then… but he hated the cold.
Granted, once he was out there, and the transformation took place, the fur was pretty handy.

Usually, he went off to a quiet woods that he had discovered, quite by chance, as a child, and allowed the metamorphosis from human to werewolf occur with no one around. He would then curl up, and wait until dawn, when his form returned to a more acceptable one, and would then go home for a quick kip.
But this full moon was a different one. It was on the eve of the 31st October.


And all of the local werewolves, witches, ghosts, vampires and assorted other scary sorts, would meet to go out ‘a-scaring’. It was the one night they could really be themselves, and be praised for their looks.

Seriously, he’d be rich if he had a pound for every time someone complimented him on his ‘costume’!
The best thing was that at least he was seen as a novelty on that night, rather than a nightmare!

He checked his watch. 7pm. Right, he had a few hours to get to the forest to allow himself to change into his ‘costume’, before meeting with the rest.
Laurence felt a howl bubbling within himself.
He’d better get his skates on, he didn’t want to scare the neighbours… well, not yet, anyway…


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