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Dead Writer’s Society - A Halloween Story
Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Author: The_Technician, Rating: 68.8, Source: sexstories.com
variety of white, smoky, swirly shapes were behind him. As he watched, the shapes slowly became more and more dense until finally they became almost people. They weren’t people. He wasn’t sure what to call them. They were... almost people. They looked like people dressed in costumes for a party of some sort, but they weren’t quite solid. They had stopped shimmering and swirling and were now like very dense, colored smoke. “Let me introduce ourselves,” said one of the figures. He appeared to be in his late fifties or early sixties and was dressed in a toga. “We are The Dead Writers Society.” When Nathaniel didn’t respond he suddenly blurred through the air to directly in front of Nathan’s face and said loudly, “Carpe Nocturn!” “What?” sputtered Nathan. “He means ‘Happy Halloween,’” said one of the other smoky figures. “But he’s been dying to say that to somebody ever since he saw that movie years ago.” “What?... who are you?” “As I said,” the toga-clad man continued, “we are The Dead Writers Society. Each of us, in our own time, in our own way, were famous, or at least good, writers. Now we are all dead, and we have banded together to watch over writers of the world today.” “So what do you want with me?,” Nathan said, somewhat derisively. “Have you come to give me a writing award? Or, perhaps because it is Halloween, have you come to kill me in some grotesque and perverted way?” “Kill you?” said a smoky figure dressed in an old-fashioned suit with very wide lapels. “We would ...