Halloween. Is. My. Favorite. Holiday. Of. All. Time. There’s just something about being able to put on a costume of my choice for the whole day that really makes me happy. And you can’t forget the free candy- that’s probably my favorite part. This year I decided to dress up as a blue furry monster along with my friend Kyla who dressed up as a green furry monster. And to make it even better, were both drinking monster energy drinks, so it’s like cannibalism and stuff. Trick or treating is my favorite part of the day, because I have the biggest sweet tooth out of anyone in my family. Honestly, I don’t think there is an age too old or an age to young where trick or treating shouldn’t be acceptable. Halloween is all about having fun and giving, but yet some kids think that they’re ‘too cool’ or ‘too old’ to go out and trick or treat. NO. Stop saying that. Halloween doesn’t have an age limit, and people who think that are just limiting their own fun. I know that I will continue trick or treating for as long as I can, and I don’t care what anyone else says. On a side note, I really love this time of the year, where the leaves are all changing colors and the air is brisk. It’s a very relaxing environment in the fall, and it helps to set a creepy mood for this wonderful holiday. Happy Halloween people of earth!
I remember my first Halloween in 2001, the year we moved here from Uruguay, it was super exciting because it is not celebrated over there and it was an exciting new experience for me and my brothers. I dressed up as a Princess, complaining about how the shoes that my mom made me wear did not match my pink dress. We were fascinated by the concept of dressing up and getting free candy from strangers. We went around our apartment complex first and then went to a much nicer town, with much better candy with our parents, uncle, and cousin. I remember it being cold, but refusing to put on a jacket because I wanted to show off my pretty dress. Nacho was little and was running around, frightened by the scary decorations. We competed to see who got the most candy and although they would say “take only one” I would get a hold of three or four pieces in my small hands at a time. The years following our first Halloween were equally as exciting. Each year in a new town and with a new costume, sometimes I even wore two, one in the afternoon and one at night, because I could not decide on just one. One of the more fun parts of the night would be coming home and spreading all of our candy out on the kitchen table, sorted by categories, to begin a trade. Being older and wiser, I would always outsmart them and get their best ones while giving up all the ones I did not like. The stomach aches experienced for the next few days were very much worth it. Although Halloween is still one of my favorite holidays, I really do miss how I spent it back when I was little.
Honestly, I don’t know what to write about. Well I guess first of all, I should say HAPPY HALLOWEEN! That’s all I could think of while writing this. Maybe since its Halloween, I’ll tell a ghost story. One time, I was at my Dads house sleeping over and there is a ghost there. Honestly, it’s so scary. But anyways, so everyone was asleep in the house and I woke up around two in the morning. So I got up and got a glass of water. As I was standing in the kitchen, I heard a banging noise on the ceiling of the basement. I just shrugged it off and went back to sleep. I started to fall asleep once again and I heard the basement door open and shut. I sat up in the living room and just stopped to listen. Then someone or something came out from the kitchen and walked down the hallway. I was getting really scared. Then as I was getting up to wake up my dad, that thing came back and walked into the kitchen and my dad heard it and got up. So I told my dad what happened and he then proceeded to go downstairs to see what it was. There was nothing there, so we both decided to go back to sleep. Then about twenty minutes later, there was someone or something stomping up the stairs and in the kitchen. My dad jumped up to go to the kitchen and as he was approaching, the stomping stopped and there was nobody there. Long story short, I don’t sleep at my dad’s anymore. Well that is a true story and that is my free write. Hoped you enjoyed it and Happy Halloween!
Halloween never scared Kerry; it was just a holiday with candy and costumes. It was a children’s holiday, it didn’t interest her much anymore…not until her teacher gave a lesson on the history of Halloween. Hallows eve is the night when the vial between the spirit world and our world is at its thinnest. Any kind of spirits could get through, nice ones and not-so-nice ones. In order to keep the evil spirits at bay and from entering your home, you had to give them offerings. Some people took extra precautions as to hide from the evil spirits, by wearing masks to disguise them and seem like a spirit as well. Kerry took this information to heart and decided to do some more research of her own. The research she desired could not be done with a computer but only with the help of lost souls. Kerry left school early and drove to a million stores trying to find this board. It was a far-fetched idea, but she wanted to see if this Ouija board would work. Her mother was very superstitious about it all but Kerry had never taken her quick seriously. When Kerry finally found a legit looking board, it was almost dark and she still had to get home and find a place to set it up. The board sat in the passenger’s seat and had not only a creepy look, but an ominous air about it. It made her car reek; Kerry couldn’t even guess how old it was or pinpoint why the smell was familiar. Kerry ended up at the cemetery, she wasn’t sure why and she didn’t really care. The cemetery didn’t scare her, it was just bones and dirt and grass. Her initial plan was to be at a park or other public place, but the cemetery was just a good a place as any. She opens the Ouija board and her heart stops, there’s no board, just a flimsy sheet of paper with directions: 1.) buy the box 2.) Go to the cemetery 3.) Open box 4.) Find the unmarked grave 5.) Get in it Before Kerry could stop herself, she was sprinting through the cemetery with the instructions in her grip. She stops before she realizes and falls into an open grave. She’s not alone, there’s a whole pile of bones there with her. She opens her mouth to scream but can’t, she looks towards the instructions: 6.) take in surroundings, try to scream…go on. She tried to scream again but there was nothing, she couldn’t even move. Her arm was only mobile when it was time for more instructions. 7.) Let the dirt roll onto you 8.) Embrace that you were chosen to keep the world safe from demonic presences. Then the dirt came, suffocating her and she was afraid, for the first time ever, of Halloween. She closed her eyes and decided to embrace her twisted fate. When she opened them, there was a soft breeze and the sound of ocean waves. She followed the sound of waves and came to a transparent wall, through the wall Kerry could she her unmarked grave. Standing above the grave was a shriveled, ancient looking woman with a cruel smile on her face. Kerry screamed out at her in frustration and despair because she knew that she had died. The woman turned and looked right at her, waved and then pointed to something behind Kerry. Kerry turned slowly, with tears in her eyes, and saw what could only be a monster. One straight out of her nightmares, that was so terrifying that it was inexpressible. Kerry turned to run through the wall, but it had closed and now she was trapped. An offering to keep the evil spirits out.
Walking through the park it was a normal day, I would walk through the park right next to the beach and I would always see this girl but I ever really noticed her, I mean I saw her around the way but I never really thought that I would talk to her. Until one day she went to the bar I was at, the bar was outside so she could see me from distance and she came over and when she came over I just came out with a “what are you getting” I didn’t plan to say it or anything it just came out of my mouth i felt like I couldn’t control it for some reason. But after a while we got into a deep conversation, pretty soon it was night time and it was about time that I got home. So as I left we exchanged numbers and didn’t talk until the next day. RING RING RING “ who is this calling me this damn early In the morning and soon as the number popped up he felt bad vibes from the number but didn’t pay attention to it. He answered and got into a short conversation, he laughed and asked her to dinner tonight and of course she accepted it. He was happy she accepted it but he went on about his day how he normally would but today he didn’t have work so what would he do for the rest of the day before he goes out to dinner.
I am so excited to be going to visit my sister this weekend. She has her first college basketball scrimmage on Saturday and I actually get to go! I usually am never around when my family goes to visit her due to my schedule with football and what not. However, since our season is winding down, and it is going to be a while until our next game, we have off this whole weekend! Going to her school is always fun because I know most of her friends and I can tolerate them, even if they are just like her. Sometimes the craziness and stupidity of all of them as a whole gets to me, but it is definitely worth it because I get to pretend for the day or two that I am there that she never left. Since we do not see each other that often, when we are together we act like were little kids again, without a care in the world. Our time together is too short to be stressing over stupid things and arguing with each other. One or two days is better than nothing so we enjoy the little amount of time that we do get to see one another. You have to enjoy the little things, that is what life is about. You often realize that those are the things that matter most. The things that we take for granted because we do not see just how big of an impact they have on us. Usually, by the time we realize how important those minute things are to us, the time has passed and it is much too late to go back.
Halloween is a great holiday, in my opinion. I feel that it never goes as planned though. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older. When I was younger Halloween was always fun. But as the years passed the candy started getting worse, and each year less and less candy was given out. Another negative of Halloween is that it’s usually really cold out. I guess all we could do is try and enjoy it anyways. For example, five years ago was my favorite Halloween (that I could remember). It was so much fun because I was surrounded by people who made the night enjoyable. That year I dressed up as a prisoner. Two years ago was also fun, I even dressed up my puppy! She was a reindeer. It was the first time I went trick or treating in Dunellen. What upsets me is that ever since I moved to Dunellen I had always wished to decorate my house for the holidays. Before we lived in an apartment, so there was not much to do. Now, we have a beautiful big house. But that may be the problem, it’s so big that it would be very difficult to decorate. No one comes trick or treating at my house. Last year was when Sandy hit, so we couldn’t celebrate Halloween. I do love enjoy seeing all the other houses decorated and I love getting free candy. Also, last year was the first time I carved a pumpkin and I did it this year too. Although it seems to be raining outside I hope it clears up because I hope to make this Halloween a good one!
Halloween; a day of fun where you get to dress up and eat as much candy as you want without being judged. Halloween just isn’t the same as it was when I was a child. Everything is different now and doesn’t have the same effect on me anymore. I still love Halloween because I get to do fun things like go picking for pumpkins, carving them, go on haunted hayrides, and eat tons of candy. However, Halloween its self just isn’t the same. I look at it in a much different way now. I don’t get all excited to go out and dress up and go door to door collecting candy. Now I just think of the simplest costume just to show some spirit. This year I ended up being the most basic costume ever; a cat. I feel like every single girl in this school today is a cat. Everywhere I turn, cat here, cat there. But I can’t complain it was a simple, basic costume. What was I expecting? This Halloween feels weird though, for some odd reason. I’m not sure why, but it does. Maybe it’s because last year there really wasn’t a Halloween because of the storm. I just miss the Halloween that I used to celebrate when I was a child. The excited is still here, but just in a different way. This just shows how quick I’m growing up. The way that I look at things is just different now. Halloween used to be a day that I would have a countdown to because it was just so exciting, and now it’s just a simple day that is fun in a much different way. I just want to be brought back to the old Halloween.
Many words are spread some may hurt while others don’t. Well don’t mind me because I’m a person that doesn’t care with what you say. Just go on and talk for these words will not affect me. Like I remember a time where… you know what, here take a glimpse into my brain. Seven years ago on a Halloween night someone knocked on my door. I learned that actions hurt more than words. Words have never affected me they just bounce off my body. Well someone knocked on my door and of course I got the candy. I opened the door and there was a tall man with a black hoodie on. He walked into my house. He was too big I couldn’t push him out and I suck at having a fast reaction. “Sir you have to leave.” “Well I can’t.” “Can you tell me why?” “Look at this.” He gave me a paper and I scanned the paper. I couldn’t believe what I saw I reread the paper trying to see what I saw was correct. I dropped the paper and stepped back and shook my head. He stepped forward and grabbed the paper from the floor. “GET OUT!” “Did you not read the paper?” “I did but it’s a lie.” “Sweetheart.” “Don’t call me that!” “But I’m your dad I can call you that.” “Stop!” I ran upstairs. I locked the door and called the cops. This couldn’t be happening. I went to my parent’s funeral. I saw their body. How could this guy dare to come into my house saying he is my father? Well to keep the story short the cops came. They took a couple of test and found out that he was my biological father. Later on we discovered that the man in the coffin that I called father for years was my mother’s new husband. She left my father in a closed room with no way with barely enough food to survive. He got out and went looking for us but could never find us. He heard about my mother’s death and then tracked me down and found me. Now let’s go back to the “words don’t hurt me.” I swear I have been to hell and back. I know how it feels to lose the most important people in your life. Well someone you thought were the most important people in your life. They lied to me for years and then I find the truth. I love my father more than anything and I’m happy that I found the real him. My mom and the man she was with said they never lied to me but they did. How is a young girl supposed to feel when the people she looks up to and admires lie to her? Well I know how words hurt and I learned not to let them hurt and it’s a process that my father and I gradually learn. Oh to leave you off with this, my mother died Halloween night. They say that her husband hanged her in a bathroom and then himself because he was secretly crazy. Happy Halloween.
Damian snapped behind the corner of the Shadow building as his body pleaded with him to stop, to lie down and die. He wouldn’t let himself give up, though. He’d come too far to just accept defeat. He felt his way along the wall until he found a crack that he could slip through and did so just before a huge shard of ice whizzed down the side of the building. The crack in the wall had led him to the center hall. He got his bearings and, after deciding he had absolutely no memory of where the portal was, began peeking into every room until he found it. Three rooms into his search, the sound of a door being kicked down sent him down to the floor with his hands on his head. They’d found him. He heard their voices echoing through the hall, but their voices were unclear and he couldn’t even make out where they were coming from. He army crawled on the floor, still popping his head into each room that he passed until finally he came to the portal room. He stood and was immediately brought to his knees by a piercing and burning pain in his leg. He looked down and saw his knee covered in blood and his jeans with a bullet hole in them. He managed himself into the room and closed the doors behind him all while under fire and barely able to use his right leg. He looked for something to block the door with, but all he saw was a small table and a few chairs. Not big enough to block the grandiose, architecturally astounding doors throughout the Shadow building.
Something about Halloween freaks me out. I was never a big fan of this holiday. I find it strange that little kids walk about to stranger’s doors asking them for candy. I loved it when I was younger but now that it’s older; I’d rather stay in and just watch movies or something like that. I wonder how this holiday even started. I don’t like when people come to my door because when I’m doing something, I have to stop just to give little kids candy. I would ignore them but I have a window in my door so they can see me if I’m sitting in my living room. My mom wants me to go trick or treating just so she can eat my candy. It annoys me when older kids don’t even dress up and have the nerve to come to my house and ask me for candy. I think trick or treating should only be for little kids. It’s too cold to be walking around town anyways. Halloween is just an excuse for girls to dress trashy without getting judged. There are many different reasons why Halloween annoys me. Everyone in my family loves it and decorates the house like everyone else in town; with the big blow ups in the front yard. Ew. I hate it. When I get older I will not decorating my house and I will not opening the door for anyone. As you can see I’m not a big fan of Halloween and I will be spending it in my house.
I walked up the front porch steps and saw him waiting there for me. I took a deep breath. I never thought I’d be coming to this house again. “Hey,” he said, awkwardly. “Hey,” I replied. “Got my necklace?” For a moment he almost seemed confused. “Oh yeah, yeah. I have it.” He said, rummaging through his pockets. “Here,” he said, holding it out towards me. For some reason I couldn’t bring myself to reach out for it. Seeing that little gold heart dangling from its blue chain stopped me cold. I couldn’t help but remember the last time I’d seen it eight months before.
“Please,” I begged. “Just one last time.”
I shook the memory free from my mind. I’d trained myself not to remember that day anymore, and I wasn’t going to start up again now. I took the necklace from his hand. “Thanks,” I said, trying to sound like I didn’t care. As I turned to leave he grabbed my arm. “Wait,” he said. “I’m so sorry.” He paused. “For everything.” “I know,” I said, looking down. He still had my arm in his hand. “Really though,” he continued. “I never meant to hurt you. And I really did care about you it’s that I was-“ “A coward,” I snapped, cutting him off. He stopped, surprised, and said nothing. “You lied to me. You tried to make me out to be the bad guy when really it was all you. You made up something that you and I both know was completely ridiculous so that you wouldn’t seem like such and asshole for ending it. I was there for you. I trusted you. I trusted you so much and you spat in my face.” “You’re right,” he said. “I was a coward. And I know it’s too late now, but I just wanted to apologize.” I wanted to scream. This apology was eight months too late. I pulled my arm away, freeing it. “It is too late. I found someone else.” I stormed off to my car, but when I went to open the door, I stopped and turned. He was still standing there. “Do you remember the night everything happened?” I asked in a calmer voice. I didn’t wait for his reply. “We were on the phone, and you started begging me. Over and over again I remember you begging me to hate me, and all I couldn’t do was scream back that I couldn’t do it.” He shifted his weight to one foot, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “Yeah,” he said. “I remember.” “I still don’t hate you Sean.” I took a deep breath as I opened the door. “I don’t think I ever will.” I got into my car and drove off, doing my best not to look back.
The intern suddenly realized that the report he had on his clipboard was the one they were talking about, and once again let his curiosity dictate his thoughts. What was it that they had him report on? Something about agriculture. He was tempted to open the envelope. But what would they do to him if they found out he did such a thing? They’d know right away. They’d know and they’d dispose of him without a second thought. The instant the door creaked open, he shot upward, fixed his uniform and tried his best to act natural. Good thing the person exiting was looking behind him as he was opening the door and walking out into the hallway, or else he would have seen the intern’s façade, and suspected something. When the door was mostly open, the intern casually turned over his shoulder and met eyes with the person exiting. The “oh crap” expression slowly invaded the other person’s face, as all the color fell from it; he realized that the door was left open during his exchange with the executive in the office. Suddenly, he and the intern were in the exact same position, and they didn’t even know it. He opened his mouth to say something, like a meaningless formality, or an excuse for his not seeing him as he exited, but nothing could come out but quiet, flustered stammers. The intern instantly sympathized and gave him a nod, which the other person then returned. He went on his way past the intern, leaving the door open. After a few moments of watching the other person walking away, assuring his own safety from being seen or heard, the intern let out a deep sigh of relief. He then gathered his thoughts and let his heart rate go down a little bit before entering the executive’s office, with a document in his hands that could save his country from civil war.
Halloween was approaching everyone in Kelly’s school was excited. There was a haunted house in the next town over. Kelly and her friends Tina, and Sarah decided to go to it. They got in line at 6:00 pm; the girls were excited and scared. The line was taking forever to get through it took about two hours. People would dress up and run though the line to scare people and it worked. The whole night Kelly saw a man lingering around holding a knife; he was dressed in all black and wore a white mask. Sarah said to the other girls, “You know that serial killers like to come to these types of things and blend in and kill people and no one realizes.” Tina laughing, “Stop trying to scare us Sarah.” Kelly started to wonder about the man she saw, was he part of this or a killer? As they got to the front of the line this was still on Kelly’s mind. “Okay next,” The lady said that was holding open the door. The three girls walked in. Loud creepy music made it impossible to hear anything. There was a long stair case they had to walk up. Kelly was at the front and Tina right behind her followed by Sarah. Kelly felt something grab her leg she screamed and jumped back. Tina yelled next. When they got to the top of the stairs the lights were flashing help me, help me, they heard someone calling out. A woman was standing in front of Kelly holding a bloody baby in her hands. “You gonna help me by baby is dying,” She said. They kept walking past her, out of the corner of Kelly’s eye she saw the man from outside larking around. The lights flashed off. She heard a scream, then when the lights came back on, Sarah and Tina were gone and so was the creepy man.
I wake up to sun-soaked skies projecting their vivid color onto the Earth. Everywhere I look, the world is bright and colorful—so much so that my eyes are forced to close. It feels as if I am staring directly into the sun without protection and without care. I force them to remain open while I take in my surroundings. The birds have flown to warmer climates and I wish that I had received the memo to depart as well because a jagged shiver snakes up my spine, leaving a permanent chill in its wake. My hands, feeling the brisk wind, clench so as to preserve what little warmth remains. I pray for the fall to come back. Even if the weeks were to consist of two climates—one like spring and one like winter—I would not mind; but this rigid air is much too frosty for my preferences—that is, until the first snowfall arrives, and all is worth the wait. Autumn has past and the days are shorter, darker, and below freezing—but much too cold for anything, and that does not exclude precipitation. I wake up to cloud-stricken skies projecting their white glow onto the dark, frozen ground; and then the first flake of snow shimmies out of the sky, dancing to the ground, and lays to rest on the frigid pavement. Others follow and now it’s a movement—a joint decision of falling snowflakes all bent on covering the ground with a thin layer of icy goodness. The dance continues throughout the evening and the morning. By the time the sun springs out of the sky, the clouds are gone along with their tiny white minions, and a brilliant azure lights up the world. It could very well be an everlasting summer because the view is equally magnificent. The fact that it is winter is merely a suggestion because there no longer exist seasons; there is only beauty.
A trip to Guatemala. I dream of going to Guatemala again because it is the best. This is because Guatemala is where the rest of my family is at from both my mom’s side and my dad’s side. There many things that can be done there from enjoying the open clean fresh air. However in my part just spending time with my family. I always play games with and they're really funny. Also over there is more freedom like almost anything can be done. Yes that can be dangerous but it is always fun. For example more freedom with cars and driving because anybody can drive as long as they don't cause problems. Another is that in trucks people can sit in the back part with no problem from the police. But last of all there are only two seasons spring and summer so it is always nice and hot. The only bad thing I dislike is that there are a lot of bugs and I am not a big fan of bugs. However no matter all the bugs I feel for me the best place to visit is Guatemala. This is why I love being in Guatemala for vacations because of all the things you can do, the weather, and my family.
There is a knot inside my throat and all I want to do is cry. I always had so much to give and I got nothing in return. My heart beat is accelerating and my head is spinning nonstop. What am I supposed to do without you? I do not understand how you could let it get this far. It took a very long time to make me for you fall, and twice as long to convince me you were the one. You were supposed to be the one who would never give up on me, only meant to give up FOR me. You worked so hard to make me believe that your love was genuine, all for nothing. You’re gone now and I don’t know how to function. How could you be that selfish? You’re not moving on by yourself because you’re taking a part of me with you. I’m never going to be the same, and I refuse to let anyone take your place...even if it were possible. I feel desolated without you; this was not supposed to occur. You were supposed to be my perfect love story. You took part in all of my dreams at night, and gave me the ability to wake up, you were like my morning coffee. You’re a part of my past, you’re in my present, and even if you want to escape you’re a part of my future. You’re a part of my love-less future. Because of you, I’m now afraid. I’m afraid to meet somebody who will make me fall in love only to eventually make me fall into pieces. That’s precisely what you did to me. You are the cause of my never ending heartache; you made me love you only to make my heart break.
Waiting Sitting Counting the seconds Watching the minutes fly by Feeling the hours slip past me I've examined every cloud that has passed my window And watched the sun then moon rise But still I have a clouded mind I've been contemplating Trying to get a better understanding But it seems like i keep balling down to a complete fail This isn't how things were supposed to go Right now i should be running wild Being free Throwing every care to the wind But instead I'm here Staring at these walls Sitting in this chair Twiddling my thumbs And just thinking, waiting Im just confused really It's like two things in me are at war And now i'm waiting for who will win Why is this happening? How could a simple set of words and a few actions throw me out of whack? A touch something so tiny So insignificant Put me in a stand still And now from all of that I'm frozen Stuck in a place waiting for...... Something Anything to tell me what is going on So then i could finally make a move When did i let my walls fall down? When did i let you in? Why did you kiss me? Why would you serenade me with those 3 words? Just why? Why? Why? Why? Now I'm just waiting to figure all of this out And I'm especially trying to understand Why would you do all of this to me? Out of all people Why pick me? Because i wasn't waiting for you (Waiting)
The fairy godmother had to work quickly to keep from being caught by Lady Tremaine. If she was caught she would face a fate worse than death. But she had to help the cinder girl. If she didn’t the girl would be trapped forever.
Maleficent was furious when she discovered that she was lied to by her fairy. She was supposed to make a potion that would make anyone sleep forever but it was broken within a day. Her time had been wasted her time with this stupid little fairy and her revenge was ready to take full effect. She wanted to live in King Stefan’s castle, not that little brat of a princess.
It was time for the evil queen to remove the heart of the huntsman. He was would only be unconscious for a little while longer and once his heart was ripped out his soul would be restless in limbo for forever. There would be no peace for this dishonest man.
The dark cloud of dust steadily consumes the travelers, melting away what little hope they had of reaching asylum. When the haze lifts they will be perpetually engulfed in a world of blindness. This is the fate of anyone who gambles with the wickedness of the Red Queen. Now they are trapped, trapped in the utmost repulsive place any man could conceivably be imprisoned; Wonderland.
For a millennium, the sea urchin has been praying for a savior. The wicked sea witch Ursula locked him below the ocean floor because he attempted to betray her trust. It had not been worth it, and his punishment had been nowhere near fair, but it was what it was, and the urchin was beginning to lose hope.
Halloween. Is. My. Favorite. Holiday. Of. All. Time. There’s just something about being able to put on a costume of my choice for the whole day that really makes me happy. And you can’t forget the free candy- that’s probably my favorite part. This year I decided to dress up as a blue furry monster along with my friend Kyla who dressed up as a green furry monster. And to make it even better, were both drinking monster energy drinks, so it’s like cannibalism and stuff. Trick or treating is my favorite part of the day, because I have the biggest sweet tooth out of anyone in my family. Honestly, I don’t think there is an age too old or an age to young where trick or treating shouldn’t be acceptable. Halloween is all about having fun and giving, but yet some kids think that they’re ‘too cool’ or ‘too old’ to go out and trick or treat. NO. Stop saying that. Halloween doesn’t have an age limit, and people who think that are just limiting their own fun. I know that I will continue trick or treating for as long as I can, and I don’t care what anyone else says. On a side note, I really love this time of the year, where the leaves are all changing colors and the air is brisk. It’s a very relaxing environment in the fall, and it helps to set a creepy mood for this wonderful holiday. Happy Halloween people of earth!
ReplyDeleteHAPPY HALLOWEEN HUMANSSSSSSS ! :D
ReplyDeleteI remember my first Halloween in 2001, the year we moved here from Uruguay, it was super exciting because it is not celebrated over there and it was an exciting new experience for me and my brothers. I dressed up as a Princess, complaining about how the shoes that my mom made me wear did not match my pink dress. We were fascinated by the concept of dressing up and getting free candy from strangers. We went around our apartment complex first and then went to a much nicer town, with much better candy with our parents, uncle, and cousin. I remember it being cold, but refusing to put on a jacket because I wanted to show off my pretty dress. Nacho was little and was running around, frightened by the scary decorations. We competed to see who got the most candy and although they would say “take only one” I would get a hold of three or four pieces in my small hands at a time. The years following our first Halloween were equally as exciting. Each year in a new town and with a new costume, sometimes I even wore two, one in the afternoon and one at night, because I could not decide on just one. One of the more fun parts of the night would be coming home and spreading all of our candy out on the kitchen table, sorted by categories, to begin a trade. Being older and wiser, I would always outsmart them and get their best ones while giving up all the ones I did not like. The stomach aches experienced for the next few days were very much worth it. Although Halloween is still one of my favorite holidays, I really do miss how I spent it back when I was little.
Honestly, I don’t know what to write about. Well I guess first of all, I should say HAPPY HALLOWEEN! That’s all I could think of while writing this. Maybe since its Halloween, I’ll tell a ghost story. One time, I was at my Dads house sleeping over and there is a ghost there. Honestly, it’s so scary. But anyways, so everyone was asleep in the house and I woke up around two in the morning. So I got up and got a glass of water. As I was standing in the kitchen, I heard a banging noise on the ceiling of the basement. I just shrugged it off and went back to sleep. I started to fall asleep once again and I heard the basement door open and shut. I sat up in the living room and just stopped to listen. Then someone or something came out from the kitchen and walked down the hallway. I was getting really scared. Then as I was getting up to wake up my dad, that thing came back and walked into the kitchen and my dad heard it and got up. So I told my dad what happened and he then proceeded to go downstairs to see what it was. There was nothing there, so we both decided to go back to sleep. Then about twenty minutes later, there was someone or something stomping up the stairs and in the kitchen. My dad jumped up to go to the kitchen and as he was approaching, the stomping stopped and there was nobody there. Long story short, I don’t sleep at my dad’s anymore. Well that is a true story and that is my free write. Hoped you enjoyed it and Happy Halloween!
ReplyDeleteHalloween never scared Kerry; it was just a holiday with candy and costumes. It was a children’s holiday, it didn’t interest her much anymore…not until her teacher gave a lesson on the history of Halloween. Hallows eve is the night when the vial between the spirit world and our world is at its thinnest. Any kind of spirits could get through, nice ones and not-so-nice ones. In order to keep the evil spirits at bay and from entering your home, you had to give them offerings. Some people took extra precautions as to hide from the evil spirits, by wearing masks to disguise them and seem like a spirit as well. Kerry took this information to heart and decided to do some more research of her own. The research she desired could not be done with a computer but only with the help of lost souls. Kerry left school early and drove to a million stores trying to find this board. It was a far-fetched idea, but she wanted to see if this Ouija board would work. Her mother was very superstitious about it all but Kerry had never taken her quick seriously. When Kerry finally found a legit looking board, it was almost dark and she still had to get home and find a place to set it up. The board sat in the passenger’s seat and had not only a creepy look, but an ominous air about it. It made her car reek; Kerry couldn’t even guess how old it was or pinpoint why the smell was familiar. Kerry ended up at the cemetery, she wasn’t sure why and she didn’t really care. The cemetery didn’t scare her, it was just bones and dirt and grass. Her initial plan was to be at a park or other public place, but the cemetery was just a good a place as any. She opens the Ouija board and her heart stops, there’s no board, just a flimsy sheet of paper with directions: 1.) buy the box 2.) Go to the cemetery 3.) Open box 4.) Find the unmarked grave 5.) Get in it
ReplyDeleteBefore Kerry could stop herself, she was sprinting through the cemetery with the instructions in her grip. She stops before she realizes and falls into an open grave. She’s not alone, there’s a whole pile of bones there with her. She opens her mouth to scream but can’t, she looks towards the instructions: 6.) take in surroundings, try to scream…go on. She tried to scream again but there was nothing, she couldn’t even move. Her arm was only mobile when it was time for more instructions. 7.) Let the dirt roll onto you 8.) Embrace that you were chosen to keep the world safe from demonic presences. Then the dirt came, suffocating her and she was afraid, for the first time ever, of Halloween. She closed her eyes and decided to embrace her twisted fate. When she opened them, there was a soft breeze and the sound of ocean waves. She followed the sound of waves and came to a transparent wall, through the wall Kerry could she her unmarked grave. Standing above the grave was a shriveled, ancient looking woman with a cruel smile on her face. Kerry screamed out at her in frustration and despair because she knew that she had died. The woman turned and looked right at her, waved and then pointed to something behind Kerry. Kerry turned slowly, with tears in her eyes, and saw what could only be a monster. One straight out of her nightmares, that was so terrifying that it was inexpressible. Kerry turned to run through the wall, but it had closed and now she was trapped. An offering to keep the evil spirits out.
Walking through the park it was a normal day, I would walk through the park right next to the beach and I would always see this girl but I ever really noticed her, I mean I saw her around the way but I never really thought that I would talk to her. Until one day she went to the bar I was at, the bar was outside so she could see me from distance and she came over and when she came over I just came out with a “what are you getting” I didn’t plan to say it or anything it just came out of my mouth i felt like I couldn’t control it for some reason. But after a while we got into a deep conversation, pretty soon it was night time and it was about time that I got home. So as I left we exchanged numbers and didn’t talk until the next day. RING RING RING “ who is this calling me this damn early In the morning and soon as the number popped up he felt bad vibes from the number but didn’t pay attention to it. He answered and got into a short conversation, he laughed and asked her to dinner tonight and of course she accepted it. He was happy she accepted it but he went on about his day how he normally would but today he didn’t have work so what would he do for the rest of the day before he goes out to dinner.
ReplyDeleteI am so excited to be going to visit my sister this weekend. She has her first college basketball scrimmage on Saturday and I actually get to go! I usually am never around when my family goes to visit her due to my schedule with football and what not. However, since our season is winding down, and it is going to be a while until our next game, we have off this whole weekend! Going to her school is always fun because I know most of her friends and I can tolerate them, even if they are just like her. Sometimes the craziness and stupidity of all of them as a whole gets to me, but it is definitely worth it because I get to pretend for the day or two that I am there that she never left. Since we do not see each other that often, when we are together we act like were little kids again, without a care in the world. Our time together is too short to be stressing over stupid things and arguing with each other. One or two days is better than nothing so we enjoy the little amount of time that we do get to see one another. You have to enjoy the little things, that is what life is about. You often realize that those are the things that matter most. The things that we take for granted because we do not see just how big of an impact they have on us. Usually, by the time we realize how important those minute things are to us, the time has passed and it is much too late to go back.
ReplyDeleteHalloween is a great holiday, in my opinion. I feel that it never goes as planned though. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older. When I was younger Halloween was always fun. But as the years passed the candy started getting worse, and each year less and less candy was given out. Another negative of Halloween is that it’s usually really cold out. I guess all we could do is try and enjoy it anyways. For example, five years ago was my favorite Halloween (that I could remember). It was so much fun because I was surrounded by people who made the night enjoyable. That year I dressed up as a prisoner. Two years ago was also fun, I even dressed up my puppy! She was a reindeer. It was the first time I went trick or treating in Dunellen. What upsets me is that ever since I moved to Dunellen I had always wished to decorate my house for the holidays. Before we lived in an apartment, so there was not much to do. Now, we have a beautiful big house. But that may be the problem, it’s so big that it would be very difficult to decorate. No one comes trick or treating at my house. Last year was when Sandy hit, so we couldn’t celebrate Halloween. I do love enjoy seeing all the other houses decorated and I love getting free candy. Also, last year was the first time I carved a pumpkin and I did it this year too. Although it seems to be raining outside I hope it clears up because I hope to make this Halloween a good one!
ReplyDeleteHalloween; a day of fun where you get to dress up and eat as much candy as you want without being judged. Halloween just isn’t the same as it was when I was a child. Everything is different now and doesn’t have the same effect on me anymore. I still love Halloween because I get to do fun things like go picking for pumpkins, carving them, go on haunted hayrides, and eat tons of candy. However, Halloween its self just isn’t the same. I look at it in a much different way now. I don’t get all excited to go out and dress up and go door to door collecting candy. Now I just think of the simplest costume just to show some spirit. This year I ended up being the most basic costume ever; a cat. I feel like every single girl in this school today is a cat. Everywhere I turn, cat here, cat there. But I can’t complain it was a simple, basic costume. What was I expecting? This Halloween feels weird though, for some odd reason. I’m not sure why, but it does. Maybe it’s because last year there really wasn’t a Halloween because of the storm. I just miss the Halloween that I used to celebrate when I was a child. The excited is still here, but just in a different way. This just shows how quick I’m growing up. The way that I look at things is just different now. Halloween used to be a day that I would have a countdown to because it was just so exciting, and now it’s just a simple day that is fun in a much different way. I just want to be brought back to the old Halloween.
ReplyDeleteMany words are spread some may hurt while others don’t. Well don’t mind me because I’m a person that doesn’t care with what you say. Just go on and talk for these words will not affect me. Like I remember a time where… you know what, here take a glimpse into my brain.
ReplyDeleteSeven years ago on a Halloween night someone knocked on my door. I learned that actions hurt more than words. Words have never affected me they just bounce off my body. Well someone knocked on my door and of course I got the candy. I opened the door and there was a tall man with a black hoodie on. He walked into my house. He was too big I couldn’t push him out and I suck at having a fast reaction.
“Sir you have to leave.”
“Well I can’t.”
“Can you tell me why?”
“Look at this.”
He gave me a paper and I scanned the paper. I couldn’t believe what I saw I reread the paper trying to see what I saw was correct. I dropped the paper and stepped back and shook my head. He stepped forward and grabbed the paper from the floor.
“GET OUT!”
“Did you not read the paper?”
“I did but it’s a lie.”
“Sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me that!”
“But I’m your dad I can call you that.”
“Stop!”
I ran upstairs. I locked the door and called the cops. This couldn’t be happening. I went to my parent’s funeral. I saw their body. How could this guy dare to come into my house saying he is my father? Well to keep the story short the cops came. They took a couple of test and found out that he was my biological father. Later on we discovered that the man in the coffin that I called father for years was my mother’s new husband. She left my father in a closed room with no way with barely enough food to survive. He got out and went looking for us but could never find us. He heard about my mother’s death and then tracked me down and found me.
Now let’s go back to the “words don’t hurt me.” I swear I have been to hell and back. I know how it feels to lose the most important people in your life. Well someone you thought were the most important people in your life. They lied to me for years and then I find the truth. I love my father more than anything and I’m happy that I found the real him. My mom and the man she was with said they never lied to me but they did. How is a young girl supposed to feel when the people she looks up to and admires lie to her? Well I know how words hurt and I learned not to let them hurt and it’s a process that my father and I gradually learn. Oh to leave you off with this, my mother died Halloween night. They say that her husband hanged her in a bathroom and then himself because he was secretly crazy. Happy Halloween.
Damian snapped behind the corner of the Shadow building as his body pleaded with him to stop, to lie down and die. He wouldn’t let himself give up, though. He’d come too far to just accept defeat. He felt his way along the wall until he found a crack that he could slip through and did so just before a huge shard of ice whizzed down the side of the building. The crack in the wall had led him to the center hall. He got his bearings and, after deciding he had absolutely no memory of where the portal was, began peeking into every room until he found it.
ReplyDeleteThree rooms into his search, the sound of a door being kicked down sent him down to the floor with his hands on his head. They’d found him. He heard their voices echoing through the hall, but their voices were unclear and he couldn’t even make out where they were coming from. He army crawled on the floor, still popping his head into each room that he passed until finally he came to the portal room. He stood and was immediately brought to his knees by a piercing and burning pain in his leg. He looked down and saw his knee covered in blood and his jeans with a bullet hole in them. He managed himself into the room and closed the doors behind him all while under fire and barely able to use his right leg. He looked for something to block the door with, but all he saw was a small table and a few chairs. Not big enough to block the grandiose, architecturally astounding doors throughout the Shadow building.
Something about Halloween freaks me out. I was never a big fan of this holiday. I find it strange that little kids walk about to stranger’s doors asking them for candy. I loved it when I was younger but now that it’s older; I’d rather stay in and just watch movies or something like that. I wonder how this holiday even started. I don’t like when people come to my door because when I’m doing something, I have to stop just to give little kids candy. I would ignore them but I have a window in my door so they can see me if I’m sitting in my living room. My mom wants me to go trick or treating just so she can eat my candy. It annoys me when older kids don’t even dress up and have the nerve to come to my house and ask me for candy. I think trick or treating should only be for little kids. It’s too cold to be walking around town anyways. Halloween is just an excuse for girls to dress trashy without getting judged. There are many different reasons why Halloween annoys me. Everyone in my family loves it and decorates the house like everyone else in town; with the big blow ups in the front yard. Ew. I hate it. When I get older I will not decorating my house and I will not opening the door for anyone. As you can see I’m not a big fan of Halloween and I will be spending it in my house.
ReplyDeleteI walked up the front porch steps and saw him waiting there for me. I took a deep breath. I never thought I’d be coming to this house again.
ReplyDelete“Hey,” he said, awkwardly.
“Hey,” I replied. “Got my necklace?”
For a moment he almost seemed confused. “Oh yeah, yeah. I have it.” He said, rummaging through his pockets. “Here,” he said, holding it out towards me.
For some reason I couldn’t bring myself to reach out for it. Seeing that little gold heart dangling from its blue chain stopped me cold. I couldn’t help but remember the last time I’d seen it eight months before.
“Please,” I begged. “Just one last time.”
I shook the memory free from my mind. I’d trained myself not to remember that day anymore, and I wasn’t going to start up again now.
I took the necklace from his hand. “Thanks,” I said, trying to sound like I didn’t care. As I turned to leave he grabbed my arm.
“Wait,” he said. “I’m so sorry.” He paused. “For everything.”
“I know,” I said, looking down. He still had my arm in his hand.
“Really though,” he continued. “I never meant to hurt you. And I really did care about you it’s that I was-“
“A coward,” I snapped, cutting him off.
He stopped, surprised, and said nothing.
“You lied to me. You tried to make me out to be the bad guy when really it was all you. You made up something that you and I both know was completely ridiculous so that you wouldn’t seem like such and asshole for ending it. I was there for you. I trusted you. I trusted you so much and you spat in my face.”
“You’re right,” he said. “I was a coward. And I know it’s too late now, but I just wanted to apologize.”
I wanted to scream. This apology was eight months too late. I pulled my arm away, freeing it. “It is too late. I found someone else.” I stormed off to my car, but when I went to open the door, I stopped and turned. He was still standing there. “Do you remember the night everything happened?” I asked in a calmer voice. I didn’t wait for his reply. “We were on the phone, and you started begging me. Over and over again I remember you begging me to hate me, and all I couldn’t do was scream back that I couldn’t do it.”
He shifted his weight to one foot, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “Yeah,” he said. “I remember.”
“I still don’t hate you Sean.” I took a deep breath as I opened the door. “I don’t think I ever will.” I got into my car and drove off, doing my best not to look back.
The intern suddenly realized that the report he had on his clipboard was the one they were talking about, and once again let his curiosity dictate his thoughts. What was it that they had him report on? Something about agriculture. He was tempted to open the envelope. But what would they do to him if they found out he did such a thing? They’d know right away. They’d know and they’d dispose of him without a second thought. The instant the door creaked open, he shot upward, fixed his uniform and tried his best to act natural. Good thing the person exiting was looking behind him as he was opening the door and walking out into the hallway, or else he would have seen the intern’s façade, and suspected something. When the door was mostly open, the intern casually turned over his shoulder and met eyes with the person exiting. The “oh crap” expression slowly invaded the other person’s face, as all the color fell from it; he realized that the door was left open during his exchange with the executive in the office. Suddenly, he and the intern were in the exact same position, and they didn’t even know it. He opened his mouth to say something, like a meaningless formality, or an excuse for his not seeing him as he exited, but nothing could come out but quiet, flustered stammers. The intern instantly sympathized and gave him a nod, which the other person then returned. He went on his way past the intern, leaving the door open. After a few moments of watching the other person walking away, assuring his own safety from being seen or heard, the intern let out a deep sigh of relief. He then gathered his thoughts and let his heart rate go down a little bit before entering the executive’s office, with a document in his hands that could save his country from civil war.
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DeleteHalloween was approaching everyone in Kelly’s school was excited. There was a haunted house in the next town over. Kelly and her friends Tina, and Sarah decided to go to it.
ReplyDeleteThey got in line at 6:00 pm; the girls were excited and scared. The line was taking forever to get through it took about two hours. People would dress up and run though the line to scare people and it worked. The whole night Kelly saw a man lingering around holding a knife; he was dressed in all black and wore a white mask.
Sarah said to the other girls, “You know that serial killers like to come to these types of things and blend in and kill people and no one realizes.”
Tina laughing, “Stop trying to scare us Sarah.”
Kelly started to wonder about the man she saw, was he part of this or a killer?
As they got to the front of the line this was still on Kelly’s mind.
“Okay next,” The lady said that was holding open the door.
The three girls walked in. Loud creepy music made it impossible to hear anything. There was a long stair case they had to walk up. Kelly was at the front and Tina right behind her followed by Sarah. Kelly felt something grab her leg she screamed and jumped back. Tina yelled next. When they got to the top of the stairs the lights were flashing help me, help me, they heard someone calling out. A woman was standing in front of Kelly holding a bloody baby in her hands.
“You gonna help me by baby is dying,” She said.
They kept walking past her, out of the corner of Kelly’s eye she saw the man from outside larking around. The lights flashed off. She heard a scream, then when the lights came back on, Sarah and Tina were gone and so was the creepy man.
I wake up to sun-soaked skies projecting their vivid color onto the Earth. Everywhere I look, the world is bright and colorful—so much so that my eyes are forced to close. It feels as if I am staring directly into the sun without protection and without care. I force them to remain open while I take in my surroundings. The birds have flown to warmer climates and I wish that I had received the memo to depart as well because a jagged shiver snakes up my spine, leaving a permanent chill in its wake. My hands, feeling the brisk wind, clench so as to preserve what little warmth remains. I pray for the fall to come back. Even if the weeks were to consist of two climates—one like spring and one like winter—I would not mind; but this rigid air is much too frosty for my preferences—that is, until the first snowfall arrives, and all is worth the wait. Autumn has past and the days are shorter, darker, and below freezing—but much too cold for anything, and that does not exclude precipitation. I wake up to cloud-stricken skies projecting their white glow onto the dark, frozen ground; and then the first flake of snow shimmies out of the sky, dancing to the ground, and lays to rest on the frigid pavement. Others follow and now it’s a movement—a joint decision of falling snowflakes all bent on covering the ground with a thin layer of icy goodness. The dance continues throughout the evening and the morning. By the time the sun springs out of the sky, the clouds are gone along with their tiny white minions, and a brilliant azure lights up the world. It could very well be an everlasting summer because the view is equally magnificent. The fact that it is winter is merely a suggestion because there no longer exist seasons; there is only beauty.
ReplyDeleteRyan P. Tunison - Irish Poetry Forms Continued
ReplyDeleteCasbairdne I
Not to forge as capable,
For romance just as able,
Of love; inescapable,
Stay a forgetful fable.
Too rash to judge all those sane,
Ever in myself disdain
To foul all of me insane,
A lie to fear punctured pain.
A gorge of burgundy deep,
‘Pon an arm never to keep
That of flesh will ever weep;
Bar the soul; solely to sleep.
Casbairdne II
Incongruence of polar,
Marks stitched by a blind tailor;
Stand opposite of solar
Space; like a collapsed collar.
Memories to stand in sync,
Yet joy will provide a kink;
A heart left swollen to sink,
And for blood to irk as ink.
Lingering long to romance;
Love left to lie, not advance,
Falling to null necromance,
Not to heed halting hindrance.
A trip to Guatemala. I dream of going to Guatemala again because it is the best. This is because Guatemala is where the rest of my family is at from both my mom’s side and my dad’s side. There many things that can be done there from enjoying the open clean fresh air. However in my part just spending time with my family. I always play games with and they're really funny. Also over there is more freedom like almost anything can be done. Yes that can be dangerous but it is always fun. For example more freedom with cars and driving because anybody can drive as long as they don't cause problems. Another is that in trucks people can sit in the back part with no problem from the police. But last of all there are only two seasons spring and summer so it is always nice and hot. The only bad thing I dislike is that there are a lot of bugs and I am not a big fan of bugs. However no matter all the bugs I feel for me the best place to visit is Guatemala. This is why I love being in Guatemala for vacations because of all the things you can do, the weather, and my family.
ReplyDeleteThere is a knot inside my throat and all I want to do is cry. I always had so much to give and I got nothing in return. My heart beat is accelerating and my head is spinning nonstop. What am I supposed to do without you? I do not understand how you could let it get this far. It took a very long time to make me for you fall, and twice as long to convince me you were the one. You were supposed to be the one who would never give up on me, only meant to give up FOR me. You worked so hard to make me believe that your love was genuine, all for nothing. You’re gone now and I don’t know how to function. How could you be that selfish? You’re not moving on by yourself because you’re taking a part of me with you. I’m never going to be the same, and I refuse to let anyone take your place...even if it were possible. I feel desolated without you; this was not supposed to occur. You were supposed to be my perfect love story. You took part in all of my dreams at night, and gave me the ability to wake up, you were like my morning coffee. You’re a part of my past, you’re in my present, and even if you want to escape you’re a part of my future. You’re a part of my love-less future. Because of you, I’m now afraid. I’m afraid to meet somebody who will make me fall in love only to eventually make me fall into pieces. That’s precisely what you did to me. You are the cause of my never ending heartache; you made me love you only to make my heart break.
ReplyDeleteWaiting
ReplyDeleteSitting
Counting the seconds
Watching the minutes fly by
Feeling the hours slip past me
I've examined every cloud that has passed my window
And watched the sun then moon rise
But still I have a clouded mind
I've been contemplating
Trying to get a better understanding
But it seems like i keep balling down to a complete fail
This isn't how things were supposed to go
Right now i should be running wild
Being free
Throwing every care to the wind
But instead I'm here
Staring at these walls
Sitting in this chair
Twiddling my thumbs
And just thinking, waiting
Im just confused really
It's like two things in me are at war
And now i'm waiting for who will win
Why is this happening?
How could a simple set of words and a few actions throw me out of whack?
A touch something so tiny
So insignificant
Put me in a stand still
And now from all of that I'm frozen
Stuck in a place waiting for......
Something
Anything to tell me what is going on
So then i could finally make a move
When did i let my walls fall down?
When did i let you in?
Why did you kiss me?
Why would you serenade me with those 3 words?
Just why?
Why? Why? Why?
Now I'm just waiting to figure all of this out
And I'm especially trying to understand
Why would you do all of this to me?
Out of all people
Why pick me?
Because i wasn't waiting for you
(Waiting)
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ReplyDeleteThe fairy godmother had to work quickly to keep from being caught by Lady Tremaine. If she was caught she would face a fate worse than death. But she had to help the cinder girl. If she didn’t the girl would be trapped forever.
ReplyDeleteMaleficent was furious when she discovered that she was lied to by her fairy. She was supposed to make a potion that would make anyone sleep forever but it was broken within a day. Her time had been wasted her time with this stupid little fairy and her revenge was ready to take full effect. She wanted to live in King Stefan’s castle, not that little brat of a princess.
It was time for the evil queen to remove the heart of the huntsman. He was would only be unconscious for a little while longer and once his heart was ripped out his soul would be restless in limbo for forever. There would be no peace for this dishonest man.
The dark cloud of dust steadily consumes the travelers, melting away what little hope they had of reaching asylum. When the haze lifts they will be perpetually engulfed in a world of blindness. This is the fate of anyone who gambles with the wickedness of the Red Queen. Now they are trapped, trapped in the utmost repulsive place any man could conceivably be imprisoned; Wonderland.
For a millennium, the sea urchin has been praying for a savior. The wicked sea witch Ursula locked him below the ocean floor because he attempted to betray her trust. It had not been worth it, and his punishment had been nowhere near fair, but it was what it was, and the urchin was beginning to lose hope.