Friday, October 08, 2010

Game Friday: Autumn Haunts

Are you folks in the mood for a Game Friday? Maybe we can have some fun. Gather 'round.

The invitation for today is to take a letter of the alphabet and feature a word starting with that letter in a one-line scene where we might find some autumn ghosts. The ghosts can be literal or metaphorical. Give us a taste of the October dark light.

I'll start with "A." You all take it from there in comments.

A house rounded by ANCIENT trees grown too tall, painting the siding with sickly shadows.

14 comments:

Atrisa said...

BARK of the tree carries the CARVINGS made by the unknown, lingers in silhouettes.

DBA Lehane said...

Black CONKERS choked the forest floor, infernal seeds taking hold in the fertile soil of humanity.

Tabitha Bird said...

Umm... sorry. It's Friday. My brain is fried.

Karen said...

Dead leaves driven by an unseen hand rustled against the sides of the tumbling stones.

Karen said...

Yay for Game Friday! I was hoping to find it here today!

the walking man said...

Every wind blown leaf carries the voice of one who has died.

Wild Rose said...

I sit here in the forest and he / makes his presence known / love sprouts within me / I know I am not alone / Birds rejoice because they sense his presence~

Happy Friday Jas i skipped FGH haha :)

jason evans said...

(I'll to J, then!)

I smelled JASMINE under the crinkly-leafed oak trees, weeks after the last of the flowers yielded to the secretive march of mushrooms.

Oddyoddyo13 said...

DARKNESS is the friendliest thing in Autumn.

bekbek said...

The KALEIDOSCOPE of swaying branches above brings cool light down in greens and browns like a silent rain, making solid earth seem to shift and settle and shift again.

hope and love said...

The stench of ROTTING flesh was staggering but some weird instinct pulled me ahead my feet making no noise because of the fallen leaves from the ancient trees..

Michael Morse said...

LIVES have been LOST for LESS, shouts the Ruler of the Games, as the kingdom spins wildly out of control.

L follows K! preceded by J! I comes after H, G, F, and E!

D, C, and B come after A! This is how we play!

Lividly slamming his scepter on the desktop, he demands an M.

Michael Morse said...

Momentum builds, fine particles of dust who moments ago floated harmlessly on the wisp of gentle breeze give the cyclone form as it gathers strength, and dances toward the village.

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

The pall of NIGHT couldn't cover up the heinous crimes of that demon, whose face was smeared with the blood of his victims.