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Halloween '09. Runner-Up in Through the Lens Challenge.
When you look at this picture, you see a little girl with pink makeup smeared all over her face, but to me, I behold a testament to a miracle. I glimpse a fighter who never backs down. I also recognize the clown who is my youngest child. In this photo, she is twenty-eight months old and celebrating her first time trick or treating.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Photography
Fated Showdown
I confidently strode across the darkened hall, leaving Marsha where she had fallen. Positive in who I would find on the other side of the closed door. Feeling the astral pull of my eternal beloved, I softly opened the door and entered the bedroom. The low light from the window was all I needed to see that the bed was empty, as was the room. Hurrying across the room I threw the closet door open, checking if my fated one was inside, but she was not there. Nor was she under the bed.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Horror
Fated Intrusion. Content Warning.
It’s well after one am, and the house is still. Neither Marsha nor my eternal one has moved around for hours. The neighborhood appears completely settled for the night, so very stealthily I leave my hiding spot in the bushes, and furtively make my way toward the rear of the house, where the sliding doors are located. Avoiding the flowerbeds and patio furniture, I’m as graceful as when I took ballet with Marsha as a child. I pry the glass door open, and hurriedly disarm the alarm system, having helped Alex install it earlier this year, I knew the code.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Horror
Fated Memories
I’d parked my Ninja in an alley off Cloverton Road and walked the three blocks over to Milton Avenue, keeping to the shadows as much as I could, hoping no one saw me and recognized me. I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived and saw my fated destiny’s rental car parked outside Marsha Cunningham’s house’s separate garage. Knowing the Fates were still working on my side made me feel bolder and more courageous. I was confident that tonight would be the night.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Horror
Fated Urgency
I can sense our precious time is running out. The hour of our predestined meeting is upon us, and if I’m not careful, I will miss this golden opportunity that fate has delivered to me. Not even in our first incarnation, was such a moment available to me. Thrice, my destiny has been reincarnated and thrice I will hold her body in its dying throbs during this blessed lifetime. This chance cannot slip through my hands.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Horror
Fated Target
For two days, I have followed my destiny without discovering much more than the name she goes by in this incarnation, Melody Duskin, and that she’s staying at Marsha Cunningham’s Tudor-style house on Milton Avenue. I do not know how long she will be here. Nor am I aware of why she is here. All I am sure of is that the Fates have delivered me another chance to prove myself in this reincarnation.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Horror
