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Here's another short story written for the "Gym literary forum of" Writers Magazine. The theme of the month was "Halloween", with a maximum length of 2000 characters. Of course I could not resist and I threw this quick already tell horror.

WHITE AND RED

Pour some 'white powder on the desktop ( last sniff before tornamene home ...). The system with its cash and a note with the rolled up into her body. The effect is immediate. A Gin-Tonic to the little bar and then drive home.

not see the light turned Red but feel the bang. The car stops suddenly. Behind him the body of a baby is lying on the asphalt. Approaches, and observe the small: wearing a dress (red ), tights ( red) and horns ( red) in the head. E 'dressed as a devil. From its head out of the liquid (red ). Her shoes (red ) remained behind. In his hand he has a doll (red ) from whose belly the jingle "Happy Halloween" to the tune of "London Bridge", continues with impunity to play.

He looks around. Nobody sees it. He runs the machine starts up and runs away on.

E 'after midnight when the doorbell rings. Drag your legs to the door and opens it. In front of him a little girl dressed as devil looks at him smiling. Horns ( red). Dress (red ). Tights ( red). Shoes ... (not the shoes!)

"Trick or Treat?" asks the girl. The boy screamed and jumped backwards stumbling and falling.
"But are you? So I have not killed ... are you okay? "
" Trick or Treat? "
" I do not have candy or sweets ... "
" Then treat! " screams the devil. Turns on itself, pointing a dance step, he stops and lays down the boy's eyes. He sees his blue irises ( red? ... I happen to red for a while ... ) and rises again when the child is gone. The road in front of his house is deserted.

back into the house and spread on the table what is left of his white powder . Sniffs everything in one fell swoop. Watch the bill rolled up. E 'pool of liquid (red ). Loses consciousness.

He wakes up in the bathroom. The light coming through the window indicating that the night has given way to day. He goes to the sink and look in the mirror. Remains motionless. In the mirror her body is not seen. See a reflection in part of the room. Two men in white shirts are putting a body ( but it's my body!) in a black bag.

At his side a creepy voice says quietly "joke ..." He turns

. The girl with the dress (red ) and face (white ) stares.
His eyes are red like the blood that drips from the head.

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gymnasium literary: "The Devil in the glass"

public here a short story published in the magazine-writers of the forum, where every month we proposed a "literary exercise" with certain rules to follow. For the month of June was the basis of: 4000 characters - based on historical narrative describing an event really happened and respecting the environment, customs, customs of the time. in this context to engage the fictional part.

Here's what I have proposed:

The devil in the glass

from a diary found in a basement in Baltimore

October 12, 1889
It 'now time for me to get rid of a heavy burden that I carry on my conscience for the past many years. The demon that was prophesied 40 years ago I had the upper hand and the days to my life I think are going to end. I came to Baltimore in February 1848. The Great Famine of '46 and the crisis created by the industrial overproduction that hit all over Europe led many people to seek a way out of the American continent. I had just fought with other young Democrats a small revolt in Sicily, where he succeeded in forcing the surrender of the Bourbon troops, but where my brother died, leaving a huge void in my life. So I decided to embark towards the new continent to make a radical change to my life. The first months were very hard to Baltimore and the expectations it easy to find gainful employment were soon disappointed. I had to make do and I accepted any job I was offered, though sometimes it was not entirely lawful activity.

What I want to tell you to ease my conscience happened on October 3, 1849. It was election day in Baltimore and in that time the corruption and violence turned freely on the streets of the city. I had just turned 30 and with other people I had been hired to collect votes for a candidate of Italian origin. We had to identify the potential electors of the taverns near polling stations used to approach them and offer them a drink. Once stunned by massive doses of whiskey could force them to vote multiple times for our candidates in various seats in the city finished the tour we had to change their clothes and forcing them to return to vote again. If alcohol was not enough to make them harmless we were also allowed to use more violent means. This practice was quite widespread and was called "cooping."

That evening we drank a lot of us too, and God only knows what I'd give to be able to go back and erase that day from my life. If we were not drunk so maybe this would not have happened.

We were in the tavern "Gunner's Hall when a man in his forties, his face thin and gaunt, came in and ordered a whiskey. He was alone and had the appearance of a weak man. We decided that he would be our first voter. His mind was already clouded by alcohol and it was difficult to convince him to swallow with the rest of us glasses of whiskey. He spoke in a confused and his eyes were full of pain. Just convinced them to vote and then we took him with us in the other seats, where he voted several times for our candidate. When we returned to the "Gunner's Hall" That poor 'man is not held up almost to his feet. The took off his jacket and pants and cover it with other clothes to shoot the rounds of voting. It was then that the situation worsened. Skinny man, who seemed totally devoid of strength and energy, began screaming and hurled violently against us. A word without meaning, speaking of terrible suffering he had endured and demons in his mind that left him in peace. He seemed possessed by dark forces, and when I slammed in our face the backlash began. We started kicking and punching, without stopping even when building collapsed to the ground.
The last thing he said was a phrase that proved prophetic:

"Demon Alcohol is one of the most brutal and cruel. I see it. It has already taken possession of your body and will to kill him. "

leave it on the street in front of "Gunner's Hall."

The next day I learned that the man's name was Edgar Allan Poe died in hospital in a delirious state four days after terrible evening.

The "Demon Alcohol" I was held for all the years to follow and has slowly and cruelly weakened my mind and my body. May God have mercy on my soul for having contributed to the death of one of the greatest writers of our century.

Historical note: On October 3, 1849 Poe was found delirious on the streets of Baltimore, "in great difficulty, e. .. in need of immediate assistance", according to the man who found him, Joseph W. Walker. He was taken to Washington College Hospital where he died Sunday, October 7, 1849, five in the morning. Many hypotext were made on his death, but the actual cause remains a mystery today.