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Halloween Time

by Dawn DeBraal


Freddy Blake couldn’t wait to use his invention on Halloween night.

At a quarter to nine, he stopped time, and stole all the candy in sight.


Freddy Blake’s ray gun froze them still, as they stood with candy in hand.

Their arms were stuck, his favorites did pluck from every bucket and pan.


When his bag was full, he could carry no more, Freddy ran home with his stash.

With candies and cake, a bad belly ache, Freddy felt himself crash.


Freddy released his hold on time, allowing the world to resume.

The treaters and more were running galore, under the light of the moon.


When his father found out what Freddy had done, he whipped him soundly to bed.

Freddy, they say, used his time ray and forwarded his parents to dead.




Author Bio

Dawn DeBraal lives in rural Wisconsin with her husband Red, a slightly overweight rat terrier, and a cat. She has discovered that her love of telling a good story can be written. She has published over 200 stories in many online magazines and anthologies. She was also Falling Star Magazine’s 2019 Pushcart Nominee.


Jim Bates · October 31, 2020 at 6:06 pm

A Halloween poem that rhymes!! Well done, Dawn. Now, where did I put my ray-gun! LOL!! 🙂

Shawn M. Klimek · October 31, 2020 at 11:16 pm

I’m obviously a fan. One way or another, that Freddy Blake was going to end up doing time.

Julie · November 1, 2020 at 1:36 am

I LOVE rhyming poems! And especially that last line!! 🙂

Kelly Matsuura · November 1, 2020 at 10:02 am

Love it! Bringing back rhyming poems 🙂

Sue Marie St. Lee · November 13, 2020 at 1:41 am

Oooo, Dawn! Love the concept of a time ray!

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