Luckymama's throwing the ultimate Freddie Halloween bash.... come in your favorite costume, cause we are sitting around the bonfire, roasting our marshmallows and weiners and thinking up the best Halloween stories ever!

Here is the story prompt.... the picture I made last year of Freddie all done up for Halloween. Your job is to come up with a story about Freddie based on the picture......

SO..... Who's first?!?!? pumpkin:

Originally posted by Luckymama58

Luckymama's throwing the ultimate Freddie Halloween bash.... come in your favorite costume, cause we are sitting around the bonfire, roasting our marshmallows and weiners and thinking up the best Halloween stories ever!

Here is the story prompt.... the picture I made last year of Freddie all done up for Halloween. Your job is to come up with a story about Freddie based on the picture......

SO..... Who's first?!?!? pumpkin:


what a great picture....I love it :)

I nominate Lucky!!

Oh Girl... You've got my vote!

No,no, I meant for you all to write..... I don't have any brain lately. I am anxious to see what you all will write. Entertain me por favor! :D

walked slowly to the door, he could hear the anguished cries of Meadow the blonde beauty that had been taken captive by Sampson the warrior with the heart of a demon and the strength to match...he had taken the damsel to his castle to have his way with her and....

MMMMMMM can't wait for more!

:o

OMG! Miss Dani that is awesome! Hey that's me after Freddie and I are finishing up a wild night of necking . LMAO!

I LOVE THE PICTURE! THATS GREAT!

Here is my contribution to the spooky stories for Halloween 2003. Hope you all like it!


Ed’s Halloween Hallucination

Ed Brown stood at the window of his ramshackle apartment—over his equally ramshackle garage business—and shook his head at the torrents of rain pouring down outside. “Even in East L. A. the weather can be horrible for Halloween,” he muttered to himself, shivering in his threadbare nightshirt, “I think I will just hunker down in bed and watch the football game from between my toes.” He shuffled across the splintered hardwood floor and eased his rickety frame under the covers. On the bedside table was a bottle of his favorite bourbon and a shot glass. Ed reached for them and, looking from one to the other, said with a smile, “You two should help me warm up!” As the game blared from a small black and white TV on a metal stand across the room, he poured one shot after another and, following a heavenward glance and silent toast to his deceased wife Margaret, downed each one in a single gulp.

Meanwhile, sauntering around his colorfully decorated apartment downstairs in the garage’s former storage room, Chico Rodriguez was putting the finishing touches on his costume for a Halloween party. “Gotta pick up Lisa in twenty minutes,” he thought with a glance at the alarm clock on the dresser. “I just know she’s gonna be loooooking gooood!” Chuckling as he dashed out the door, he stopped long enough to yell up the stairs, “Hey Ed, I’m leavin’—gonna be back real late! Don’tcha be waitin’ up!” When he got no answer, Chico just shrugged and hurried through the side door out of the garage.

Ed had nodded off, but woke with a start at the sound of someone coming up the stairs to his room. His eyes bleary from bourbon, the only light issuing from the TV, Ed heard rather than saw as the door creaked open. When he had become accustomed to the dimness, Ed saw a shimmering shade of familiar lavender-blue framed in the doorway. He could have sworn it was the same color as Margaret’s favorite dress, which had just recently been sold at auction to benefit a neighborhood arts program for poor Chicano children. “Oh no,” he thought in a panic, “I hope Margie isn’t angry that I let her dress be sold to a transvestite!”

“Noooo, Ed dear,” a voice answered his thoughts as the pale, sparkling figure came slowly closer, “I don’t mind—I’ve watched the young man perform, and I assure you he does the dress justice!” Suddenly completely awake and sober, Ed realized that the person (if one could call it a person) coming toward him was his wife! “But…but…” he began to stammer, pulling the covers up to his chin and cowering against the headboard, “But…you’re…you’re…” Now the figure raised its head and Ed saw that it was smiling sweetly. “Dead?” she asked. Ed nodded, gasping for air. “Yes, Ed dear,” Margaret answered, still smiling, “But you know that on this night the spirits are permitted to walk about among the living.” Ed nodded again, unable for once in his life to say anything. Finally he mustered up his courage and asked, “But why now? Why never before in all the years since you’ve been gone?”

Margaret sat down on the bed and reached out as if to take Ed’s hand. He felt nothing, but could see that her smile never wavered as she explained, “It’s because this All Hallow’s Eve is very different, dear. Until now, you have managed to take care of things.” She paused and looked with distaste at the empty bourbon bottle that lay between them on the bed. “Except for your drinking—but that was one of the reasons I sent you that sweet young man, Chico—and he has almost fulfilled that part of his mission. You have cut down quite I bit, I have noticed.”

Ed was even more astounded now. “You sent Chico to me?” Margaret’s smile became more faint. “Well, I didn’t myself, but I did ask God as soon as I saw Him to send someone to look after you. Of course, everything must be in God’s timing…” she seemed to sigh, “…so although Chico was the perfect person for the job because he had grown up around you and was blessed with the gift of compassion, God didn’t want to send him until he had been to Viet Nam.” Ed nodded yet again—as a veteran, it made sense to him that even a young man with Chico’s friendliness and warmth, who had known the pain of losing his parents, would have needed to experience real suffering in war to truly care for a curmudgeon like himself!

His thoughts were interrupted by Margaret’s soft voice going on with her story. “Until now you and Chico have been doing a wonderful job of looking out for each other. But what you don’t know is that tonight, Chico plans to propose marriage to the young lady he is taking to the party.” Ed was stunned—he knew Chico was crazy about Lisa, but he had seen no sign that the relationship was more serious than any of his other “engagements”. “What does that have to do with me?” he wondered aloud, “And why were you sent to tell me?” Margaret gazed indulgently upon the man she had loved for so many years in spite of his difficult personality. “I was sent because it is not in God’s plan for Chico to marry this girl. It is His wish that Chico marry our daughter, Sharon.” Even more incredulous now, Ed began to stammer once again, “But…but…even if that is true, how can I do anything about it? If Chico is gonna ask Lisa to marry him tonight, it might be too late already!”

“No, Ed dear,” Margaret shook her head, “You just go back to sleep now, and when you wake up, everything will work out….” She stood up and floated across the room and out the open door, which creaked shut behind her. Shaking his head also, in utter disbelief, Ed settled back down on his pillow and was soon snoring. The next thing he knew, he was hearing footsteps on the stairs again. They were heavier this time, as if the person making them were larger (and more alive) than Margaret, and perhaps carrying a burden. It was still dark in his room, and the TV was still glowing—though now with the test pattern that came on in the wee hours of the morning. So when the door opened, Ed was even less sure what he was seeing this time than when his wife had visited him. There stood a tall figure that seemed to be dressed all in black, with black hair pulled straight back, deep dark eyes, and a starkly white face. In its arms was what appeared to be a blonde woman, pale and limp, in a flowing white dress that was in danger of falling off.

Terrified, Ed recoiled and cried out, “No, don’t come any closer!” The figure kept advancing, however, and Ed could make out what looked like fangs hanging out of its mouth and blood on its chin. Stifling a scream, he turned away and hid under the covers, the bourbon bottle clattering to the floor. He heard what sounded like the vampire laying its victim down in the easy chair, and a moment later felt a hand on his shoulder. Shaking and whimpering, Ed moaned, “No, please, please, don’t bite me! Don’t suck my blood!” But then he noticed the hand touching him was warm, and something told him that if this were really a vampire, he would have felt cold.

“Hey Ed, man, why would I wanna suck YOUR blood? Judging by that empty bottle--” Chico kicked it out of his way as he sat down on the bed, “--it’s gotta be about 90 proof!” Enormously relieved, Ed sat up and hugged Chico as they both had a good laugh. Breaking the hug a few moments later, Chico reached into the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket (he had rented it especially to create his suave Dracula look) and handed a small velvet box to Ed. “Wouldja take care of this for me, man? Lisa had way too much to drink tonight and I gotta take her home. I just brought her up here so that if she woke up, she wouldn’t be alone while I stashed this. Watching her get so completely bombed, coming on to every other guy there, made me change my mind about asking her to marry me!”

Ed nodded, understanding far better than Chico could have imagined. When his young partner had retrieved the still-unconscious girl from the reclining chair and left the room, Ed got out of bed and hid the little box in a cabinet in his tiny kitchen. Stumbling to the TV and shutting it off, he returned to his bed. Just before drifting back to sleep, Ed whispered to heaven, “Now, Margie, if you could just tell me how to get Chico and Sharon together…” He thought he heard her answer, “All in God’s good time, Ed dear! Christmas is a much better time for an engagement, don’t you think?”

this is the prelude to your dreams come true story isn't!!! I love it!!!

I barely remember some of my own stories, it's been so long since I wrote one OMG! Thanx for remembering, and for the kind words!

I hope this means you are planning to finish the dreams come true story...perhaps at Christmas??

...now there's a good idea!

Well i've been waiting for the rest of it ever since i read what you started...however impatiently:lol:

Yes, if my memory serves me (and it often doesn't these days! LOL) there were two stories about Chico and Sharon, and the second one had them getting engaged at Christmas.....

And it seems I remember something about the author musing something about a wedding...... in NYC maybe......? (tee hee)

BTW this is a FANTASTIC story, Mariposa. You know how much I miss your stories. Thanks for writing this one for us! :D

Yes, the first story had Chico finally realizing how he felt about Sharon, after he broke up with Nancy. The second was about their engagement, and did take place at Christmas--hence Margaret's statement at the end of this story. Of course, the Christmas in question would not be the one immediately following the Halloween described here. I think the first Chico and Sharon story was set in the spring or summer, so it will still take more than a year for the two of them to give in to their feelings.

"All in God's good time...."

(Which also goes for the idea of a wedding story--our 2 trips to NYC to see our dear boy Laz did give me tons of background, you are right! Patience, y'all hee hee!)

De nada for this one--it was only about a half hour's worth of work!

Great story. Can't wait to read more! & Do post the ending to the other one... :)

Well I guess I should try my hand at this story too....


Freddie's Halloween party.

Patty Bertrand strolled into Ed Brown's garage looking for Chico. Not seeing anyone in the garage proper, she peeked into Ed's office and saw Ed asleep in his chair.
"Mr. Brown?" she ventured with a small voice.
"Em, uh," Ed responded with a growl as he woke up. "Oh, it's you. Chico isn't here."
Patty smiled, knowing not to take Ed's gruff tone too seriously. "I see. Do you know where he is?"
Ed thought a minute. "He said something about the old Myers place on the end of La Paloma street. Something about meeting some people there. You might want to check down there."
Patty thought a moment. "Chico did say something about a party tonight, to celebrate Halloween. Maybe they picked that place to hold it. It is a creepy old place, perfect for a party."
Ed put his hand to his chin. "Come to think of it, Chico said something about stopping at Della's for some party eats."
"That has to be it then," Patty said. "Well I have a surprise for that Latin hottie. You should see my costume for the party, Ed. It will bubble your bourbon!"
"Well he should be here later.... maybe you should come back dressed for him and I am sure he will be able to take you."
"Sounds good. Thank you Mr. Brown."
"No problem," said Ed. And Patty left the garage.

Hours later, Chico emerged from his room in the sexiest Dracula costume they had in the costume store. He looked in a mirror that was sitting on the workbench and exclaimed, "LOOOOKING GOOOOD!" with a hint of Hungarian in his Hispanic accent. Ed, who had come into the garage shook his head and said, "You look like you are ready for a graveyard?"
"Well all I know is that Patty better be here soon or I will be late."
Ed remembered the conversation from earlier. "Oh don't worry about her. I have a feeling you are in for a surprise there." Just as he said this, Patty entered the garage in a long flowing white gown. "I am ready for the party, master," she said in her most ghoolish voice.
"MMMM," said Chico. "Dracula and one of his brides are ready for this party. Look deep into my eyes, my dear and follow my will," he added in his Dracula immitation.
"Ohhh," Patty added. "I am under your spell. Take me away, my master." And Chico picked her up in his strong, powerful arms.
Ed groaned," I think I am going to be sick from all this drivel. I need a drink," and he headed for his office.
"Oh, Ed, don't be a party pooper," said Chico, still carrying Patty. "Come to the party with us. You will have a ball."
"I don't think so, I don't have a costume."
"You don't need one, you can come as a grouchy old man, and you can even bring your bottle with you to complete the outfit!" Chico laughed. "I am serious Ed. Come with us. Patty has plenty of room in her car, don't you, querida?"
"Sure, the more the merrier, if Chico would put me down long enough to drive, that is." Patty laughed.
"Sure, for now, but just wait till later. I will sweep you off your feet and away to my castle, my dear!"
Ed rolled his eyes and said, "Well I will go if you two promise to can the corn till we get there. Will Louie be there, by the way?"
"ABSOLUTELY!" answered Chico. And the three of them left for the Barrio Halloween bash.

Great stories...... Now I will continue.....

A woman appeared in the shadows as Chico and Patty drove off. She touched her neck and felt the 2 punctured holes. As she peered around she noticed a man coming from around the corner of the block. He was dressed as Sir Lancelot.
He called out Chico! Chico are you there? Chico???

The woman approached the stranger and the gentleman turned round to see the stange woman. She looked seductively at him. The man smiled at her and said. Uh hello do you know Chico? The woman just pierced her eyes at him. The man smiled and then started to appear a little nervous.... He said to her what is your name? My name is Mando.......

Mando nervously felt a peculiar pit in his stomach. At that moment a green car approached and Louie cried out. Mando, Mando come here....... We're late........ Let's go to the Halloween bash already.... Mando turns around and tells the woman... Bye for now I am going to have to meet my friend Chico at the Haloween Barrio bash. Mando hurries and jumps in the car. Louie tells Mando.... Gee Mando that was sure a nice lady you were talking to. She sure looks HOT in that leather bustier and skimpy jacket! It sure is a chilly night out here (and off they drive).

The woman is angry that the handsome man has left her and she puts her hand on her neck. At the end of the deserted street she see a figure walking. It is a man carrying a shopping bag. He's walking all by himself. The woman runs behind him and lunges at the man her white fangs glowing in the moonlit darkness. She pierces his neck with her fangs. The poor man didn't have a chance. She greedily drinks his blood and starts to feel her body stronger inside. The man slumps to the floor. Now she thinks to herself (I must get to this Halloween bash)..............

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