Dance, My Stars
Dance, it is the witching hour!
The devil’s hour means supernatural beings are at their most powerful.
So dance my children, my stars, to keep them at bay.
Glisten! Shine bright! Glow! This is your mother Midnight asking you to radiant colour. We do not want evil to enter the world.
We must protect the rainbow, butterfly and unicorn life of earth!
Excellent work, you knocked a witch into oblivion! You disintegrated that demon by sparkling!
You gave that ghost a taste of his own boo! Good, a witching hour baby is frightening the ghouls away by his heavy sobs.
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A lovely, lyrical celebration of night, stars, and good triumphing over evil. We loved the line “We must protect the rainbow, butterfly and unicorn life of earth!” A memorable title and a unique take on the midnight prompt.
This is a deep-seated story. The spiritual world is indeed vast. Who is the witching hour baby?
A witching hour baby is one that cries a lot. Thanks as always for your feedback, Thompson.
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Wow! I really enjoyed your supernatural tale, Margarida. Well done.
Thanks for your generous comments, Lotchie. It is a tale of ouija board meets Science Fiction.
You’re welcome. Oh! Love it.
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Lovely story, as sparkly as its subject. Love it Margarida.
Flatterer! Thank you Allan, for your bounteous praise.