He spent all day snipping away at the blanket – it had to be just right, and it had to be done by him alone. The boy even refused his mother’s help. When he tried it on in front of the mirror, he squealed with glee. His vision was partly obscured, but that was okay. It was the look that mattered. “A ghost,” he whispered to himself.
Charlie could feel the restlessness in the air. His treat bag was ready, as was his tummy. He kept checking the clock for when daddy would be home.
Tonight, they were going trick-or-treating.
This is part one of a larger story for Halloween. All sections will be in the form of a 99-word story. Check back tomorrow for part two!
Joshua G. J. Insole 
Waiting for part 2.
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Thanks! I hope you enjoy! 😉
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Oml. This is the beginning of a bitesize revolution 😂 Can’t wait for part 2!😊
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Haha! I hope you like them! 🙂 I plan to build on this every day until Halloween!
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