Halloween fun and book
I go a little crazy decorating for the one BIG night. Sometimes it’s with pumpkins…
Sometimes it’s with costumes but this year I decided to go back to my roots: The Wizard of Oz and Elphaba. So, you might be wondering what my craft would be that goes back to The Wizard of Oz…
I started out with some tights: green and black striped and I stuffed them with old t-shirts. Then I slipped the into some red shoes I have and put them out on the porch with a little witches hat to top off the project. But that wasn’t good enough. Elphaba didn’t have a block of bricks fall on her, now did she? No. It was a house that fell on her.
So, I needed a Tiny Home…No. Not those ones you see on HGTV. I’m talking about a real tiny home. So, I went to work…with my hubby’s help of course. And we started crafting a real tiny home. This is what we finally came up with:
I still love to create characters and not just with pumpkins or fun masks. Now, I love to write stories about the characters I create. And my latest one is Morgaine Le Fey: And the Vikings.
Arthur looked up, turning away from the battle before him, as if he’d suddenly awoken from a bad dream. Frantically searching the field, he knew something horrible had happened before he saw it. Somehow, he could feel it.
His eyes locked on one warrior. Even from this distance he could see the man was a giant among men. Broad-shouldered and thick-thighed, his legs squeezed the sides of his horse, as he galloped forward.
Staring as the brutal beast made his way across the field, Arthur was an unwilling witness to the attack. The Nordic warrior was flexed and drawn. Taking aim, he flew like an arrow straight toward his target.
“Nooo!” Arthur’s voice bellowed out of his chest, rising high into the air, as he could do nothing more than watch…
Riding fast as the wind, the horned devil swept up beside Arthur’s sister. Whisking her off her saddle, he stole her away before anyone had an opportunity to raise a sword or throw a lance against him.
Smoke billowed up from the ground. Burning arrows lit the dry grasses afire, transforming the meadow into a smoldering field of wooden shafts stabbed into the earth, as the cries of men rang up into the air. Maimed knights and injured warriors littered the field.
But there was only one sight Arthur’s eyes locked upon…
Her white steed was left standing bareback in the open field—a ghostly image amongst the fighting men. A haunting reminder of what had been taken.
Find MORGAINE LE FEY: AND THE VIKINGS at: Amazon
Find the Kim Kasch at: Website
What is your favorite Halloween decoration?