Twitter Tales#122 Typing Away ~#twitteringtales #themagicshop


The sound of her Dad tapping away on his typewriter always brought great comfort to Nicole growing up. She would sit on this couch and listen to the melody of him writing. She stopped by to visit tonight, happily hearing him still typing away.

Five years after his death.

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Twittering tales #122

Sharon’s Cottage~#DecemberWriting #Horror #themagicshop


It had taken Todd Munson over an hour to drive up to this house in the Pocono mountains during the pouring rain.  Now that he was inside,  he would do anything to just be able to run away from it.   He was tipped off by a few close, trustworthy friends that Sharon would be up here meeting “some guy”.   Todd and Sharon had been married for eight years this past June but, hints of an affair as early as last March.  Sharon was going out to more “yoga classes”  during the week.  Their interaction with each other had become stale and forced.  The bedroom was transformed into this lonely place to merely sleep.  All the textbook signs of adultery reared their ugly head in the Munson household and Todd became determined to get to the bottom of it.  Here he was now standing in the hallway of this quant little cabin, realizing how completely and utterly wrong he was about Sharon loving someone else. There was indeed some secret, new extramarital  activity (that part had been confirmed thirty minutes earlier) going on, but it wasn’t at all what Todd suspected.

There was something  wrong as soon as Sharon opened the front door looking like she was in a state of complete panic.  Her hair was matted down with sweat and her face was puffed out from exertion.  She asked Todd erratically the reasons for his presence.  From inside the cottage, a stench of rotted meat filled the air. Todd charged into the house pushing Sharon out-of-the-way.  Something was happening  inside this place and Todd felt months of unanswered questions bubbling to the surface.  He began frantically walking from room to room,  screaming at Sharon for answers.  She merely followed him crying for him to stop.

Is was at the last room on the right at end of a long hallway that Todd stopped short in the doorway.  Two still bodies laid on the floor covered in blood stained clear plastic. Todd recognized one as Mitch Barkley, Sharon’s ex boyfriend from college.  They had met one time, albeit uncomfortably at a restaurant one night a few months ago.  The room started to spin and Todd had to brace himself against the door frame.

“They raped me. Both of them.” Sharon quietly said from the living room at the beginning of the hallway. She was no longer crying but, her cheeks were still wet from years.

“It-it was before you and I met. Years before actually. Both of them, at the same time when I was at school”.

Todd stood there, leaning against the doorway. He felt the overwhelming need to vomit. He closed his eyes, hoping that in someway all of this would disappear around him.

“Todd….I love you. I love us. When we ran into Mitch months ago, it changed me. All the pain returned and I had to do something to stop it”. Sharon began crying uncontrollably.

“I DID THIS FOR US!” She screamed at Todd. Her words echoed throughout the house.

Todd stood there with a new feeling replacing his disbelief. He now felt that the woman standing at the end of hallway was not only his wife, but someone who genuinely believed that what she did was unquestionably justified.  He looked at her holding her gaze briefly from across the room, he knew then that she needed to do this.

And it was this acceptance of her actions, that terrified Todd more than anything else he witnessed on that rainy July day up in Sharon’s cottage.

December Writing Prompt -Holding her gaze briefly from across the room, he knew…-Day 12/31


Lipstick Lover~#Horror #NovemberWriting #themagicshop


If anyone believed in the old adage of “love is blind” it was Norman Krinkle. He had been employed as an accountant at ‘Lucee Cosmetics’ for just about six months when he was approached by Miss Cynthia Thorne. Not only was Cynthia absolutely beautiful and successful, she was the company’s current top vice president. Norman stood just a little over five feet, slightly balding and a bit of a beer belly. Despite all of this, statuesque Cynthia with majestic blue eyes and long blond hair pursued Norman for a relationship. They had been dating secretly for a month. Cynthia insisted they keep it a secret to avoid any potential gossip or scrutiny by the rest of management. This is of course was a minor request for Norman to accept in comparison to all the benefits of being Cynthia’s boyfriend. They often ate out in seclusion at some of the city’s top restaurants. She bought him fancy gifts, like Rolex watches and Dior ties. Then there was the sex which of course was the best part. Norman’s previous experiences in the bedroom with women were limited and dull. Cynthia did things to him in the dark that many lonely men only dream of. It was a continuing surreal fantasy for Norman to be with her and he enjoyed every minute of it, without questioning it.

‘Lucee Cosmetics’ had recently bounced back into being a profitable company again within the last year. Despite their thirty year history in women’s make up, the company was losing business and stockholders from the lack of any new product for the last three years. They needed to hire a miracle worker. Enter one Cynthia Thorne, a prodigy of creative women’s fashion products. She was hired to revitalize the companies lipstick line, which was in desperate need of a make-over. In the spring of 2015, Cynthia introduced her first product to the world. The ‘Lips By Men’ assortment of lipsticks. It was line of primarily red colors that were conceived as “The lips made by men that they want to kiss”. The names picked for each color were done by Cynthia herself. Each one she created started with a man’s name and the word RED directly after it. Colors like JORDAN’S RED, ANDREW’S RED and LIAM’S RED were introduced at the beginning of the summer and they instantly became hits with women everywhere. Market analysts concluded that women wanted to give the man in their lives a pair of lips that men really wanted. Hiring three attractive male models to play the roles of their lipstick namesakes in all the media, additionally helped boost up sales. Cynthia saved Lucee Cosmetics and she was rewarded quite handsomely for it. The trick now, was to introduce more shades of red and extend the line into even further success.

Norman came onboard to the company just as it was starting to generate sales again. He saw the potential here and was even more excited that Cynthia was the reason behind it. The one feeling that Norman never felt from her was one of condescension or disrespect. In fact, Cynthia had often asked him for his opinions on a variety of topics.

Tonight was no different. Cynthia had texted him earlier during the day and invited Norman up to her executive penthouse office for his insight on a new color and name for the next lipstick to be made. She also enticed him with certain physical rewards on top of her rather large mahogany desk.

It was now ten o’clock and Norman was riding in Cynthia’s private elevator up to the top of the building. He had a small wry smile on his face and already felt himself getting excited in the crotch.

Up in her office, Cynthia Thorne sat with her long legs crossed propped up on her desk. She felt her mind go back in time to when she was in college for phlebotomy. Back then, she saw people’s blood types as having different shades. Was this true? It didn’t really matter then or now, this is what she saw with her eyes. She dropped of school due to the utter boredom of the field.

“I don’t miss those damn days of poverty” Cynthia thinks as she takes the machete hidden in her bottom desk’s drawer. The same one that she had used three times last year.

Two months ago, the board of directors had issued Cynthia Thorne a challenge. They wanted the next lipstick color to appeal to women who had or desired a ‘average guy or a regular joe’ in their lives. Never backing down from a dare, Cynthia gladly took this on.

The elevator light came on and the doors opened up. Norman’s face turned to curiosity as he saw the floor covered in clear plastic sheets.

Catherine smiled, stood up and started to walk towards him.

“NORMAN’S RED” would be the next color introduced from Lucee Cosmetics and sold to lipstick lovers everywhere.


November Writing Prompt – Lipstick Lover – Day 8/30

A Ziglet of Zombies~ #OctoberWriting #poetry #themagicshop


Professor Amy Mancuso was painfully shy

With a dull social life that was often quite dry

She would escape to her lab working mornings to nights

Working on projects ignoreing her lonely life

Romance and true love is what her heart always yearned for

But, her flirting and dating skills were inadequately poor

Then she met Jerry on a lunch break from work

A prince in her eyes, but in real life a jerk

A courtship begin hiding his true intent

He liked to con women with Amy to be next

He mooched off her money and fouled her in bed

Kerry slyfully achieved this by using the looks on his head

Amy sadly discovered that she had been fooled by this cad

And decided to invite him up for a surprise in her lab

She promised him the best sex down in the lab’s cellar

Disguising her true intent of what she had planned for this bad fella

She gave him a kiss and pushed him in a dark room

Then shut the door on him and awaited his doom

With all of the days she wasted with Jerry and his sick plans

She never finished her projects of making some new types of man

Jerry soon screamed as if being attacked

Professor Amy’s ziglet of zombies just had their late evening snack

October Writing Prompt- A Ziglet of Zombies – Day 26/31

Scary Etiquette~ #Halloween #themagicshop


Seventeen year old Cali Morgan was snapchatting in front of Michael Myers. His chalk-white expressionless face looking down on her from behind. He raises his arm and prepares to stab Cali directly in the back of her head.

“Hey Cali, What have I told you about being on your phone out on the sales floor?” Boomed Ron Bilko, the manager of “ITS HALLOWEEN!”. This was the seasonal store that popped every year in September in the vacated spot of the old “PLAYTIME” sporting goods department store.

“Alright, alright…” Cali grumbled back at him as she finished up her last text. She then stepped away from the Michael Myers animatronics robot and shoved her phone back into her rear pants pocket.

“It was just a quick text, Mr. Bilko. Besides, we’re closed for the night.” Cali  pompously said back to her superior.

Cali hated this job. Truth be told, Cali hated all jobs. She felt that having almost everything given to her was just a natural part of life. To get her hands dirty just to earn a buck, just wasn’t really her thing.  This job was forced upon her. Peter Morgan, Cali’s overworked Dad owed his longtime friend Ron Bilko a favor. That’s where the “enthusiastic services” of his daughter came in. Ron always needed extra help at this type of store every year and there was never enough bodies around to work the sales floor.

“It’s just not professional, Cali. I know we’re closed. But, it’s a habit that you should practice at ALL TIMES”. Ron already knew that what he was saying was falling on deaf ears. The word “professional” only pertained to athletes for today’s youth, at least that’s how he felt.

“Just bring that box of decomposed hands into the backroom and then punch out for the night”. Ron pointed to a brown box on the floor that had the words ZOMBIE-HANDS printed on its side.

Ron had been told ahead of time that Cali had a “bit of an attitude” by Peter. He discovered it himself from the first day when Cali openly volunteered that dressing up “was just so retarded for kids to do”.  From that day forward, with the consent from both of Cali’s parents, Ron would give Cali all the really monotonous jobs in the store. He had her sort through a giant bag of rubber eyeballs to try to make pairs. The rack of plastic bones that hung on the wall was always an overflowing mess. It was Cali’s job to pick up the occasional bone that would hit the floor, five to hundred times a day. Then..Ron had her do the ultimate in pure humiliation.

Cali would have to stand outside in front of the store near the highway dressed as whatever embarrassing costume was chosen for that day. She would have to remind passing cars that Halloween was coming and to stop in to the store to get your costume.

Ron felt that having a job was a privilege that should be respected. He felt the youth of today had lost that ideal, especially Cali. He may not change her attitude towards life, but being dressed up as a giant mustard dispenser out in public might knock her down a few pegs.

“Asshole” Cali thought as she carried the box of hands towards the back of the store. She could not wait to get out of this damn place, once and for all. Halloween was the stupidest thing ever created, in her mind. There was nothing even remotely fun or better yet, scary about the whole thing. To her, scary was running out of lipstick before a date or not having your phone charged with texts that just HAD to be sent. But, all these rubber bats and fake skeletons? Just really, really stupid shit. As far as she was concerned, she has yet to be scared from anything in this stupid store.

She approached the last aisle before the storeroom. The aisle had a big cardboard sign hanging over it that said “MONSTER MASK MASH”. This was the area that had set up dozens of rubber, full side masks displayed on styrofoam heads. The selection was quite extensive, with everything from the incredibly gory to downright silly. There were the traditional standbys along with the goofy political. Each mask staring straight out towards any future consumer that might be interested in purchasing them.

Cali looked at the masks, shook her head and smirked. She then proceeded to down the aisle. The stores front lights were being turned off in the distance. Darkness was slowly embracing the store. Cali felt her phone vibrating like crazy as she was almost at the door of the storeroom.

“Fuck this” she thought and dropped the box of hands on the floor. She took at her phone and begin to frantically tap the screen. Her face completely submerged and aglow from the dark light of social media. She giggled a few times, then stretched out her arm to do a selfie above her head.

Cali’s goofy smile slowed melted away into a grimace as she looked up at the wall of masks. Every single one of them was now turned to their side and looking directly down at her. Her arm started to shake as she slowly lowered it down. She felt her body become frozen from absolute shock. Then, suddenly the Frankenstein mask on the third row moved his rubber lips and spoke.


Hilary Clinton chimed in, her head three masks away.

“Be professional, dear”

Freddie Krueger whispered directly above Cali on her right.

” learn some respect, BITCH”

One by one, each mask had something to say to Cali, who now stood there immobilized by fear.

“You a real brat and I should know!” Bart Simpson yelled at her.

Then they all stopped for a moment, then a grim reaper mask spoke the last set of words.

“So,….are you scared of something NOW, CALLLLLLLIIIII.”

The mask grimaced. Then all the masks started laughing maniacally down at Cali. That’s when she found it. The energy to run out of the aisle, screaming.

On the ground, next to a box of rubber hands sat Cali’s phone vibrating underneath a wall of now lifeless rubber Halloween masks.

The Best House on Halloween~#Halloween #Horror #themagicshop


Yet another Halloween was coming to an end for all the kids in the town of Dobson’s Falls.   Most of the front porch lights on people’s homes were either out or would soon be getting turned off.  There was only a few trick-or-treaters left roaming the streets, scaled down from the dozens that were out hours earlier.  One or two “Freddie Kruegers”, a few princesses,  some superheroes and of course the standby lazy costume-a bum.  Many new families had moved into Dobson’s Falls within the last few years to the point where Halloween had now become a major event. The six streets between Maplewood Ave. and Colt St. especially were known for the over abundance of kids that would go out walking  around there every year on October. 31.   The neighborhood also had earned a reputation for being the most generous part of the town.  Every year, most of the kids who went there were the recipients of both the most diverse and abundant amounts of treats.   Every year, there was always that ONE house that all the kids chose as “THE BEST HOUSE ON HALLOWEEN”.  Last year, it was Mr. Bower’s house over on Birchtree Trail.  He gave out brand new comic books as treats.  The Lee family,  two years ago took the title by handing out little plastic monsters that they sold in their convenience store. The gossip among the kids earlier throughout the night was that a new family had recently moved into a house on Winslow St. and was giving out three(!) types of large candy bars wrapped up with a string.  Tonight it was definitely this new family who would win the crown.

The streets were now empty. Everyone was now home dumping out their bags of newly acquired treasures,  salivating over their mounds of candy.  Of course, nothing was to be touched until the official inspection by all parents involved.  Packages were held up under close scrutiny for the often rumored placement of razor blades or needles.  All loose candy was automatically thrown out, which was fine considering most of it was stuff kids hated anyway.  Then theres was the really different, cool or oversized stuff that always sparked the question,”what house did you get this from??”   Most of the time the kids couldn’t remember half the houses that they stopped at.  But, the BEST HOUSE always stood out.  The kids would never forgot that one.

Tonight would turn into something  different than previous Halloweens. All the candy inspections would abruptly stop from home-to-home as this year’s best home winner was revealed.  Each child who visited the house on Winslow St. would go into detail about the nice family who was living there.  How the house looked clean, new and with a freshly cut lawn.

The kids who went to that new house on Winslow St. would have those three candy bars that were wrapped up with string taken away from them by their now terrified parents-without reason.

The house on Winslow St. that had been standing hours earlier, the one that was visited by multiple children and we’re greeted by a lovely family handing out the best treats..

was completely engulfed in fire and  burned down in to a pile of black ash just one day before Halloween.

Another October Day~#poetry #Halloween #themagicshop


A time in October once again draws near

That day that is known for inducing one’s fears

When childlike creatures stalk the night

Looking to quell their large appetites

Where vacated buildings become dens of terror

Crowded with patrons who’s frights last forever

There are the annual parties attended by vampires and ghosts

Who endlessly suck drinks from the ones who are hosts

All of these things sound cool until you realize the date

Your wrong if you think it’s that spooky-fun holiday

For the monsters this day are real and not make-believe

Screams of real horror rule this night, the day that’s Not Halloween

Donated Screams~#Horror #themagicshop


This was to be a big step for Maggie Durant. After repeated attempts from friend Karen Stantz to get Maggie to leave the house, she finally compromised. It had been close to a year since the incident and Maggie knew Karen was right in the timing.

“You have to LIVE, Maggie. You can’t have THEM make you a prisoner”. Karen’s simple and accurate words still echoed through Maggie’s mind. Then again, it’s was easier to state such things when you weren’t the one who was assaulted.

One night last October, Maggie came home late from class and discovered that her normally vacant house was now occupied by two complete strangers. A man and a woman wearing masks had broken in and were silently waiting for her. The next few hours proceeded to be a series of horrendous assaults on Maggie that she miraculously survived from. Eventually the couple left Maggie’s house, presuming that she was dead. No arrests were ever made and the case remains open.

One year later, Maggie has a limp in her left leg from when it was smashed with a hammer and a shattered mental state that will never heal. She moved out of that house (her childhood home now forever stained) and got a new apartment on the outskirts of town. This turned out to be both her safe haven and prison. She dropped out of school, got a job working from home and had all of life’s necessities delivered to her. Karen was her only social contact and was the only one allowed to physically be near Maggie’s presence. Karen was a compassionate childhood friend who loved Maggie like a sister. Her intentions were truly to just get Maggie to go out of her apartment and back into to the world. She wanted to take her to a store-ANY store.

Karen took Maggie to ‘Second Helpings’, a charity donation thrift store. It was a small and safe place, easy for people to browse and be watched over. Sometimes, the store was known to have some “treasured trash” in the ways of glassware or even some classic vinyl albums. Karen knew Maggie used to love vintage colored glasses and thought maybe she could rebuild the collection she had that was smashed by the couple during the assault.

Both women walked through the store, separating at one point between used small appliances and well-traveled luggage. Karen never let Maggie out of her sight, only occasionally looking away to go through shirts on a rack.

It was during these moments when Karen was holding up a blouse that the screaming begin.

Karen immediately ran over to where the screaming was coming from, recognizing it from many of shared past flashbacks. It was Maggie’s. A few other shoppers and employees were now rushing over to where Maggie was standing. Karen grabbed by Maggie by the shoulders and spun her around. Her face now bone-white and her eyes filled with tears.

“MAGGIE, WHAT IS IT? WHATS WRONG?” Karen stared into Maggie’s chaotic eyes to try to get her to settle down. Maggie nervously glanced down at a metal shelving unit standing in front of her.

She choked on some words but finally managed to whisper out , “T-they were here. In this store”.

Karen looked down at the shelf and knew right away what Maggie meant. Laying there among some old crafts and party decorations, sat two plastic masks. The same two masks that Maggie had described to her and police dozens of times. Karen looked closer at them and saw that they even the same distinguishing marks on them that Maggie vividly described. This was easy for her, considering she stared into these masks, inches from her face for some very long, painful hours.

The couple that assaulted Maggie apparently decided to make a charitable donation.

Karen held Maggie by the waist and quickly escorted her out the store. She got her settled down in her SUV and then made a call to the police hoping to finally put an end to the screams from her friend’s past.


Keeper of the Corpses~#OctoberWriting #Horror #poetry #themagicshop


Lilian Finn really hated to wash clothes

It’s where her machines were located that she hated to go

Down in her basement, the washer and dryer stood next to each another

Surrounded by piles of her husband’s backed-up clutter

He’s had to bring work home from his full-time job

An actual neat freak who’s become an overworked slob

Business was booming in her husband’s profession

It was indeed a good time for one to be a mortician

Finn’s funeral home was small but the only one around

Dozens of dead were brought in from all different towns

Her husband tried to fill the requests of the dead’s rightful heirs

But, he soon fell behind and had to dump bodies in his home’s downstairs

To get to do wash,  Lilian had to climb through a cadaver’s obstacle course

However, She still loved her husband-the keeper of the corpses


October Writing Prompts- The Keeper of the corpses- Day 13/31

Fear’s Chat~#poetry #fear #themagicshop


I’ve got a secret for you

Listen quietly to my whisper

Actually, it can wait until later

That’s my opening

Disorietant you with suspense

Yes, of course you know things

Thrusting out your intellect

Examining your shivers

You take it all on and smirk

Such a naive thing you really are

It could be the darkness in others

The unknown beyond your sight

A mind’s tricks creating your reality

Or it could be all and more

I’m really a people pleaser in the end

Your age means nothing to me

I will make you a child regardless

Be a hero, be strong, face me

And with a single word, I will make you cry for an ending

Chilling your blood with my breath

The best part of this, my favorite thing?

Everybody in this world has one hidden in their soul

And only I know how to find them

How satisfying this is for me always being the bearer of your fear

Now, Come closer as I reveal your secret to terror

Purple Plasma~#OctoberWriting #shortfiction #themagicshop


Gina Byrnes just couldn’t wait for her boyfriend, Steve to get home from work. She had earlier let herself into his apartment using the spare set of keys that he had given to her just a month previous. She loved Steve and decided to surprise him with an impromptu gift of her affection. He was an avid collector of seventies memorabilia. Steve liked the aesthetics and craziness of that decade, even though he was a child born in the eighties. He had framed movie posters of “Saturday Night Fever” and “Jaws” hanging up on his walls. On the floor in his living room, he had a rust-colored shag rug with a black leather beanbag chair in the center. None of these things were Gina’s personal tastes but, she respected his passion. Besides, he wasn’t completely living in a world of polyester and corduroy. He had the most advanced laptop currently out set up at an ultra tech work station. There was however, an original Pet Rock in a Box and a spiky-haired troll standing on a shelf above the desk. Gina noticed the time on the digital clock. It was almost time for Steven to get home and Gina knew she had to move fast. Surprisingly, the one item missing from Steven’s collection was the iconic lava-lamp. Gina found one for him online and it looked like it had been made right back in the seventies. It had a brushed steel top and base with purple plasma ready to float in its glass body. She set it up on his end table closest to his front door and then crouched down to put the plug in the wall socket. Gina wanted him to see it and be surprised as soon as he got home.

The slow hum of the lamp’s heater went on. That’s when she felt something fall on top of her right shoulder. At first she thought it was just the corner of the end table but, then she felt her arm getting heavy and warm. She stood up quickly and noticed that the metal top of the lamp had been knocked off. The purple contents inside were now missing. Before Gina had a chance to utter a single gasp, she felt her mouth being covered up by something warm and wet. She looked down at her shoulder to see the contents of the lava lamp were now on her arm and growing. A strand of purple had spat out from her upper arm and was now expanding over her mouth. Gina’s heart went into overdrive and she jumped back from the table, her one free arm now flailing in the air. She reached up to her face in an attempt to pull off the gel which was now sliding down into the back of her throat. She no longer felt her fingers as they slowly got sucked into a gooey mound that was on her face. She fell back unto Steven’s couch knocking over a chrome floor lamp. Gina Byrnes final sight with the one remaining eye she had left was a smiley-face throw pillow with the words “Have a Nice Day!” written on its face. She rapidly blinked and cried as her entire body was melted away inside the purple ooze.

Steven Weber was smiling from ear to ear. He had just gotten home and noticed immediately the new lava lamp standing on his table. The purple globs inside the glass were floating up and down in peaceful tranquility. He thought to himself that this has to be the work of Gina. He loved that woman and knew he had to call her right away. He walked into the kitchen to use his avocado green landline rotary phone. The lava lamp continued its dance of slow purple plasma within the warm lit glass cylinder with a few human teeth now laying on the bottom of the lamp.

October Writing Prompt – Purple Plasma- Day 2/31