August is my birthday month.
That is why I'm making it one hell of a celebration.
All through the month, I'll be giving away cool prizes, evil reads and horrific gifts.
How do you win?
Just by being a Creepster.
Each week, I'll pick one Creepster who has shown the most love by likes, comments, tweets, retweets, shares and posts on any and all of these Night Lights Cast Shadows social sites:
For throw back Thursday,
I thought I'd keep the dancing theme going from Monday's post.
Although that Music Monday piece was a sweet and beautiful memory,
this one will be its exact opposite.
I got the idea for this short tale from a nightmare - a very gruesome one - and I just added some background story to create a little atmosphere for it.
This is another one of my favorites and according to the comments and emails I received from you Creepsters out there, it's one of yours too. Thank you for the great feedback. It makes this all worthwhile.
I did not pick the song for #MusicMonday this week. Instead, it picked me.
This song was released in 2001 and the fact that I heard it a hand full of times in the past week makes me realize how the Universe really, really works.
I've been a fan of Drops since the beginning and ever since my Grandma passed in 2008, I've made it her song. I know Pat Monahan (lead vocals) wrote this for his mother on her passing - (read the article here) but it also seemed appropriate for my Gram. As she aged, my grandmother developed dementia which made a lot of things difficult for her - simple things that we all do every day and take for granted - putting the milk in the fridge, shutting off the sink, folding laundry, recognizing loved ones - all became strange and challenging acts for her. It made me quite sad. As a caregiver for her, I helped her get through many days - and even though she didn't always call me by the correct name, she did always remember one thing....dancing. She knew she loved it, was good at it, and - worst of all - she knew she missed it. She always spoke about going out and dancing her troubles away and my heart ached for her, knowing she would never jitterbug again. At least not in this world. So this song makes me think of her fondly. I imagine her as she was in her youth - no, better than she was even then - I imagine her now as celestial and free and happy and if nothing else, dancing.
And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?
Missing any loved ones out there, Creepsters?
Have they made it to the other side?
Do you still hold a connection with them?
Oh. Hell. Yes.
I've been waiting for this since last summer!
It promises three times the shark and three times the nado! That's seem like a lot to deliver, but I trust these guys to come through - they always do.
Any of my Creepsters out there tuning in to this Sci-Fi favorite tonight?
In honor of a very cool bar I went to this past weekend
- (Thanks Kim and Matt) -
I have pulled out this Jekyll and Hyde nightmare from a few years back.
This tiny tale of good vs. evil came to me in a dream.
It was truly an altercation between the two forces, but one of respect and awareness.
Finally got out to see this incredible movie.
Steven Spielberg never disappoints. Am I right?
In honor of such an exhilarating franchise -and quite a lucrative one as well -
Night Lights Cast Shadows is sending one Creepster a "Pocket full of knowledge".
(At least that what it calls itself)
Win this Pocket Dinosaur book by being the first to answer correctly the trivia question.
Comment below.
Which group of animals do the Dinosaurs belong to?
Reptiles
Amphibians
Mammals
(As always, please check theContest Rules before you agree to participate.)
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, - the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.
