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Alex…

Chicklet Alex, part of the Clean-up Crew, has been sweeping up a bit, so the guests could enjoy breakfast and the last of the treats, before they get ready to leave and return to their homes.  Everyone had a wonderful time.

There was a late night meeting where the hens and roosters made plans to save more animals from Factory Farms.  Two Farms have been targeted for November.  The hospital is ready and so are the Healing Bunnies.

Hmmm…maybe I should have worn a mask…

greyscale photography of skeleton

Photo:  Mathew Scwartz
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Witch…a very short story

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“What do you mean, I’m not what you expected?” she asked.

“I thought witches looked different,” he said.

“Different than what?”

“I thought you’d be…green and…ugly,” he stammered.  “You know, warts, broken nose, and things like that.”

“Sorry to disappoint you,” she said, glaring at him.

“I’m not disappointed, I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

“You should go now.”

“Why?” he asked.  “You’re beautiful.”

“Sadly, you are not.” she sighed.  “And if you don’t leave this minute, you’ll be hopping out of here.”

He laughed and shook his head.  “Are you saying that you’ll turn me into a…ribbit.”

“Yes,” she said, looking at the toad sitting on the floor.

She poked him with the toe of her boot, then scooped him up and carried him to the pond out back, where he could croak and splash around with all the others who didn’t run when they should have.

 

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A Short Halloween story…

woman in black dress standing in front of gray wall

“Come closer,” she whispered.

“I don’t think so,” he said, backing up.

“Are you afraid?”

“I’d be stupid not to be,” he mumbled.

“Why?”

“You look…”

“Powerful?  Strong?  Mad?”

“Yes.”

“Which one?” she asked.

“All of them,” he said.

“You can’t get away,” she laughed, the flame of her torch crackling.

He turned to run but his feet wouldn’t move.  He stared at her in horror.

“Told you,” she sang.

“Let me go,” he said.  “Or…”

“Or what?” she hissed.  “OR WHAT?”

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, fear seeping into his voice, as he struggled to move.

“How many women do you think have said those words?  How many have tried to RUN?Don’t you ever wonder about that?  Next you’ll be saying please stop, please don’t hurt me.  Have you read The Handmaids Tale?”

“No.”

“Too bad,” she sighed.  “Then you won’t understand when I tell you that I’m part of their opposite.  We are proactive.  This entire building is surrounded by women just like me.  But the Handmaids wore red, for blood.  We wear black for the death of patriarchy and men in general.  You probably should have read the book.”

“You’ll never kill patriarchy or male power,” he spat.

“Wow, you’re even dumber than you look.”

“He really is,” said another woman, walking into the light.  “But everything is ready. Let’s get on with it, we have a lot more to do tonight.”

“WAIT,” he shouted, holding up his hands. Then everything went black.

***

“He woke laying on a mattress on the floor.   An IV was taped in his hand.  He had a massive headache and his knee was killing him. His whole body felt sore. When he looked down, he choked, as he saw his breasts for the very first time.  His heart skipped a beat, or ten.  He quickly ran his hands over his entire body and realized that he was no longer male.

Clothes were piled neatly at his feet.  Lacy things, a skirt and a small looking sweater.  The shoes had spiked heels he knew he wouldn’t be able to walk in.  His heart was beating again, but it was pounding so hard he could barely breath.  He felt dizzy, as panic threatened to overtake him.

The typed note attached to the sweater read:

“Welcome to the Sisterhood.  Walk a mile in our shoes and see how you like it from this side.  Death to patriarchy, even if it’s one at a time.”

 

 

Photo:  Mohammad Metri
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Nightime…a story of revenge

woman in black dress standing on purple background

Some call them a coven, but they aren’t witches.  They are simply a group of dedicated women who are tired of looking the other way when violence against women is everywhere, and the screams of their battered and violated sisters, world wide, can be heard in the streets.

They are women who have seen life from the end of a fist, or the floor of a dorm, or an alley.  Women who have scars and know how to make perfect stitches in the flesh of others, when they need to be put back together again. They are brave, beautiful and angry warriors.  Women who can make accidents happen.  Know how to hide bodies, and get blood stains out of clothing.   They never forgive or forget, and they never miss their mark. Halloween, is their favorite time of the year.

They are protected by the Death Goddess Kali, and walk with Diana, Goddess of the Hunt.

They are always working and always recruiting.  I can’t tell you their name, or how to contact them directly, but if you leave a note in the crook of the tree, you might hear from them.

Oh, one more thing.  Revenge tastes like chocolate, to die for, brownies with chunky dark chocolate chips and a gooey molten lava center.  Really.  It does.  It tastes so good they can’t even hear the men beg for the mercy they never gave anyone else.

 

Photo:  Erik Mclean
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Mimi is going to the party as Frida…

rerun

Halloween…Vamps…and some words

just keep
telling yourself
that
VAMPIRES
don’t exist
then hope
that one of them
doesn’t
stop by
and ask
if you have
anything
to drink

 

 

Photo:  Loren Cutler
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Confusion…

Reed decided to be the Sandman, for Halloween.  Unfortunately, he didn’t realize that his costume was rather unwearable.  So, the Stage Crew made his idea into an art installation, inside the big barn.  Everyone was happy and thought it was such a great idea…several more chicklets decided to join in the fun.  More installations will be set up as they are finished.

From: Bored Panda…have fun

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An older piece of Halloween artwork…I REALLY love cardboard

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