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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
sounded especially eerie. “I know that I had a lot to learn. Sometimes my grammar wasn’t what it should have been, and my plot lines needed help and cohesion, but there are ways to tell me that without destroying me. The dead cannot go back to the living or I would go back to myself and show me that I could be, if not a great writer, at least a decent writer. But writing is dead within me now. ... because of you!” “If the dead cannot go back to the living,” snorted Nathaniel, “then what are all of you doing in my bedroom.” “Ah, yes, we are here, aren’t we?” said a man dressed in a dark, 19th century suit. “Like bells ringing in the night. Bells, bells, bells, bells, bells,...” “Edgar!” shouted the man in the toga. “If you say tintinnabulation I am going to smack you so hard that you won’t coalesce again until next Halloween.” Turning to Nathan, the toga clad man said, “You will have to excuse Mr. Poe. He wasn’t that stable before the rabies brought him over to this side and occasionally he gets carried away in his own prose.” He smiled and continued, “But he is essentially right. No one of us can come back from the dead to the living, but all of us together, especially on a night such at this, can do many things.” “That’s the how,” replied Nathan with obvious contempt in his voice, “But WHY are you here?” “To punish you,” said a very foppishly dressed man with a fur-trimmed cape hung carelessly over his shoulders. “We argued for weeks about exactly how to punish you for ...