an exquisite corpse
Here’s the exquisite corpse we all made up two years ago on Halloween night while sitting around the fireplace at a friend’s country house. The authors include 2 six-year-olds and 5 adults.
Aujourd’hui je suis en vacances. Halloween is tomorrow — and I like its spookiness. Once when I was young, my friends took me to a cemetery on Halloween night. And there, I felt a chill wind on my neck, and I saw a scary sight. The sun had set, but the only color in the sky was red, plus a black bat winged its way towards the window in the old stone north tower. And guess who lived in the tower? You’re right! It was the shaggle-tooth, green-haired frog princess. And she obviously had grown younger since I saw her last, and she was a more luminous shade of green. We thought she was really funny with shining green … especially how the tip of her nose blinked on and off … when she lied. And the lie she was telling me now was a doozy: She told me that her friend got married and the cake was poison! I was shocked and wondered if the bride ate the poisoned cake or if she just had a bad tummy ache. Hoping for the former, I brewed her a cup of broth of eye of newt and made her drink it in an ice-cold bath. Suddenly, she had an inspiration that saved her from this fate: She would cross her toes, blow her nose, sing a song of sixpence, and finally, blow a kiss to the moon … and then all would be well in the world. –FIN–