More Fragrances to Wear This Halloween

You may have seen my post on Fluky Fiction’s site earlier this month titled, Five Fragrances to Wear This Halloween. If not, check it out!

But I realized I had so many scents that didn’t make that list, so I decided to another post. No matter what costume you choose, even if it’s none, adorn yourself with one of these mood-creating fragrances.

The Morrigan by Swan Children Alchemy (women): From their Goddess collection. Dragon’s blood, juniper, black pepper, fir needle. Not to mention an obelisk of onyx in the bottle, for protection against evil magic and negative energy. When I wore this, I felt powerful, capable of conquering my to-do list with ease. The fact a piece of flash fiction came from wearing it is even better.

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Photo by Swan Children Alchemy

Devil’s Nightcap by Lush (unisex): Inspired by the Agglestone, a megalithic rock in England known as the “Devil’s Nightcap.” Invoking Druid rituals with oakmoss, oak wood and clary sage, it’s reminiscent of dead fallen leaves. The scent of weather turning.


The Revenge of Lady Blanche by Penhaglion (women): From the Portrait’s collection. Elegant, mesmerizing, heady, and dangerous… Who cares if she poisoned her husband? Perfectly described on the parfumier’s website:  a green floral narcotic.

Photo by Penhaligon’s

Bulletproof by Tokyo Milk (unisex): smoked tea, coconut milk, cedar, and ebony. A cool, dark place out of the heat of the sun, with a lingering touch of smoke and the barest whiff of heated metal. A perfect scent to wear to disguise your own smoking gun.


Tabu by Dana (women): A back-in-the-day classic. Spicy, with a touch of woods and resin. Dark and gorgeous, frightening to some, addictive to others.


Gibbon’s Boarding School by Solstice Scents (men): Designed to evoke the atmosphere of a schoolhouse. Rife with magic, mystery and closed doors. Woods, leather, smoke, dirt, leaves, and moss. A hint of apple. Maybe you’ll get to be the teacher’s pet.

Poudre de Riz by Huitieme Art (women): Tiare flower, rice, maple sap, tonka bean, and balsam. Vintage in nature, but not outdated. Powdery, intimate, and innocent, with a lasting cocoon-like feel. Who can I imagine wearing this? An elderly woman, who would smother you in your sleep. (And me, obviously.)

Poudre de Riz

Friday Find: May is Short Story Month

I wrote a blog post a short time ago stating that I usually am one of the last people to find out about writing-related festivities.

Not this time.

Thanks to the former organizer of my writing group, Brendan McKennedy, I found out about Short Story month on the day it began. Woot!

From the website on the first Short Story Month in 2013:

We are on the verge of the second golden age of the short story. Changes in distribution methods and cost, the growth of the e-reader and the fragmentation of Big Media’s hold on public attention all mean that readers, writers and editors are consuming, producing and distributing fiction in new ways.

This event is sponsored by, a writing challenge where participants strive to write one short story each day in May.


Write one short story a day?  Oooh... maybe next year.
Write one short story a day?
Oooh… maybe next year.


That won’t work for my current schedule, but at least I can share the info.

What I can do this month, is share links to some of my favorite short stories.  I hope to find many of them online for free, but a few may not be available in that format. They’d be worth the price to read, though. (In my most humble opinion.)

The first I’d like to share is: “The Most Dangerous Game” by Richard Connell.

Most Dangerous Game

My understanding is that it’s been adapted for television and at least three movies. (One with Ice Cube, I believe.) The original story is one of my favorites.

If you have time, check out and Share your favorites tales using #ShortReads. I’d love to check them out.

Friday Find: WiHM 2014

I’ve stayed away from having a specific weekly post on my blog. Monday Madness, Terrible Tuesday and such.  (Although, I love my friend Nico Serene’s “WTF Wednesday” posts on Facebook. Always good for an inappropriate snort of laughter.)

But I came across something recently that I must share.  And as it’s Friday, I’m snowed in with a touch of cabin fever, I’m going to call it a Friday Find.  Having named it, I must disclose that I can’t promise to have one weekly but if something catches my eye that I want to share, I’ll try and save it for a Friday post. Try.

Anyway, my aunt moved recently and as a treat for assisting with the move, I was allowed to take any books I wanted from her significant stash. This was one of the titles I snagged (circa 1964):

The cover is a bit worn and torn, but the stories inside are well-preserved.
The cover is a bit worn and torn, but the stories inside are well-preserved.

I love the short story writing form and these stories were amazing. Each tale has at least one line drawing associated with it, a snapshot of a scene from within the story. While each of these stories were powerful in its own way, a standout for me was written by one of my favorite authors of gothic horror: Daphne Du Maurier.

DuMaurier in Cornwall
Du Maurier in Cornwall

The Blue Lenses is set in a hospital after our protagonist wakes up from an operation.  Her eyes are bandaged at first, and after insisting that the covering be removed, she is horrified at who—er, what—she sees.

Maybe you’ve read Du Maurier’s best-loved novel, Rebecca, which has one of the most memorable first lines in literature. “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again…” Or maybe you’ve seen the movie of the same title.

If you’re a horror fan, you’ve definitely seen the movie adaptation of her novelette done by Alfred Hitchcock, “The Birds”.

My mother saw "The Birds" in the theater. She said that she's never been the same since...
My mother saw “The Birds” in the theater. She said that she’s never been the same since…

When you love an author’s work, it is a treat to come across something of theirs that you haven’t read before. I don’t think Short Story International is in business anymore, but their motto of “Short Stories bring the world into focus” holds true.  At least it does for me.

What are your favorite short stories?