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I think if human beings had genuine courage, they'd wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween. Wouldn't life be more interesting that way? And now that I think about it, why the heck don't they? Who made the rule that everybody has to dress like sheep 364 days of the year? Think of all the people you'd meet if they were in costume every day. People would be so much easier to talk to - like talking to dogs.
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people
halloween
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Douglas Coupland |
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First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.
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october
magical
halloween
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Ray Bradbury |
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"He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years. There would be no spring. ("The October Game")"
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october
halloween
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Ray Bradbury |
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408daa2
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the fallen leaves in the forest seemed to make even the ground glow and burn with light
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foliage
forests
october
forest
woods
halloween
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Malcolm Lowry |
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49fbac3
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Miraculously, smoke curled out of his own mouth, his nose, his ears, his eyes, as if his soul had been extinguished within his lungs at the very moment the sweet pumpkin gave up its incensed ghost.
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moundshroud
pumpkin
halloween
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Ray Bradbury |
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71f695f
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"Nobody moved. Everybody sat in the dark cellar, suspended in the suddenly frozen task of this October game; the wind blew outside, banging the house, the smell of pumpkins and apples filled the room with smell of the objects in their fingers while one boy cried, "I'll go upstairs and look!" and he ran upstairs hopefully and out around the house, four times around the house, calling, "Marion, Marion, Marion!" over and over and at last coming slowly down the stairs into the waiting breathing cellar and saying to the darkness, "I can't find her." Then... some idiot turned on the lights. ("The October Game")"
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october
halloween
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Ray Bradbury |
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af8b477
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New Rule: If an Evangelical tries to use Halloween to pimp Jesus to kids, they get to egg his house. On Halloween, the president of the American Family Association urged his flock to hand out a Christian-based comic book instead of candy. Excuse me, Halloween isn't a time to push your beliefs. You don't see me handing out pot to kids...Okay, well not the little kids.
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religion
humor
marijuana
halloween
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Bill Maher |
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456fe81
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First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. Not that all months aren't rare. But one strange year, halloween came early....don't you ditch me jim nightshade...don't talk death. Someone might hear...
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dark
jim
will
halloween
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Ray Bradbury |
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1b88441
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I dropped the candies into the children's bags, thinking: You small mortals don't realize the power of your stories.
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halloween
vampires
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Karen Russell |
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"Why'd you want to kill yourself? Didn't you feel anything, or didn't it hurt you?" Mandy questioned, looking puzzled. "Yes, I suppose it did, ... it was strange, it was sharp, that's all I can think of to describe it... and cold, but not cold like ice, more like... I don't know, like something much worse, something horrible... and it seemed like the ground was falling upwards, becoming the sky... for a moment it made me consider that it was just a dream, that I was on some sort of drug, and then I remember being overjoyed to see the sky was still above me, then just really sad, really tired... and then I don't remember much else about it," Alecto told her, glaring straight ahead at the sky with narrowed eyes. "I don't mind, I'm not supposed to mind, anyway. Mearth already told me that eventually I would want to be dead, that it was inevitable... still, I sometimes wish that I could have done something good for other people in my life, it might have made up for all the bad stuff I've done."
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suicide
grief
loss
dark
friends
death
sadness
friendship
dysfunctional
swing-set
confusion
morbid
spooky
creepy
canada
help
friend
self-harm
self-mutilation
halloween
drugs
dying
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |
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0206195
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At the last minute, I couldn't wear the Hitler mustache because Tiger Stripe ate it; and then I didn't want to take my kitty and risk his coughing up some big Nazi hairball on someone's front stoop.
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hilter
mustache
nazi
kitten
halloween
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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623fce4
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"My stubborn little witch," he said softly. "Don't believe for a clockwork minute that you are unlovable. If I were a mortal, a man not doomed to walk the earth as a haunted specter, I would be the first suitor in line. Please believe that." She hiccupped. "You... you'd want to court me?" Jack laughed. "Court you? I'd follow you around like Finney and stare at you all moony-eyed. I'd spend my days fending off your other would-be suitors, my evenings charming Flossie, and my nights stealing kisses at your window." --
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romance
witches
mad-scientist
pumpkins
paranormal
halloween
ya
vampires
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Colleen Houck |
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dd12a2d
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"The Phantastic Phantasms by Stewart Stafford Halloween Henry sitting on top of a pumpkin he made Eyes are ablaze Morbid Melissa breastfeeding strychnine to all of the babes Her smile never fades Don't you see that darkness creeping? It's a nightmare without sleeping Trick-or-Treat Trevor knocking on doors with no head to display It's his headless way Emmet The Clownface Haunting the grounds of an old children's school He's nobody's ghoul On a carpet of Autumn leaves They're around every All Hallow's Eve Sam O'Terry counting the bones of his earthly remains None of them lame Simon-Whose-Head-Hurts taking his 920th overdose Chemically verbose They will always do their worst
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all-hallows-eve
dark-humour
halloween-beasts
halloween-creatures
halloween-poem
halloween-poems
phantasm
samhain
halloween
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Stewart Stafford |
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9b9dce0
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Ehi tutti fermi. Zanne. Aveva delle zanne. Beth si protese verso lo specchio toccandole. Mangiare con quei due dentacci avrebbe richiesto un po' di pratica, penso. D'impulso alzo le mani, piego la testa e soffio come un gatto. Fico! D'ora in poi Halloween sarebbe stato un vero sballo.
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vampiro
zanne
halloween
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J.R. Ward |