My Halloween Challenge Story for Rose of Pollux, and more excuses ...

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I left off on my Seven Days of Halloween WIP at chapter 3, and I do intend to finish it.  There's just stuff going on, you understand.
In the meantime, I did manage to post my story for the challenge on scrapbook, you can find it HERE

This is Halloween!

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The Seven Days of Halloween- Day 7

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"Trick or Treat" for The Seven Days of Halloween- Day 7

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Everyone was looking forward to April Dancer's annual Halloween party; it was the light at the end of a very unsuccessful week for Solo and Kuryakin as well as a number of other Section II agents, including the hostess.

It was as if a dark cloud had been hanging over all their missions, making would should have been easy bits of work go completely sideways.

Dancer wasn't going to let a little injury spoil her party as she looked forward to pulling out all the stops. She cooked as did a few of the other women, and even a couple of the men contributed, though their appetizers and desserts left a lot to be desired.

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Adrift in a Nightmare

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Ghoulish, A Double Drabble

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Strapped down, unable to move and stripped down to his skivvies, Mark was feeling vulnerable and helpless.  He was wracking his brain trying to remember how he had gotten into this predicament.  The last thing he could recall was being out to dinner with April.  They had gone to Greenpoint and gotten some really amazing Polish food.  They had caught a cab back to Manhattan with the plan that April would be dropped off first and then Mark would head on home.  So, how did I get here?

His captor was a stereotypical mad scientist type: Bozo clown hair, crazy eyes and a maniacal smile.  He kept leaning in close to share his stinking breath along with his plans about how he was going to dominate the world.  “Get stuffed, Bugger!” he managed to spit out when his tormentor neared.

“”Wake up, Darling!  What was that?”

“Huh?”

“Really, Mark.  You come in to use the bathroom, sit on the couch, pass out and then start hurling insults in your sleep?  You’re drunk, go get in bed!”

Mark wanted to argue to save face, but he knew that he was unnerved enough to want company while sleeping.  “I’m glad we’re partners.”