Sabbath Stories

Samhain Night The night air chills. Northern leaves glow golden and fall with the sun. Our nipples stiffen and touch sensually before our lips join. Our fire-dance is nigh, my sister. The scent of damp and decaying leaves fill the air, as the nights shorten and darkness comes ever earlier. Bodies are fevered with expectation, nipples swollen and lips moist as the greatest night of the Pagan year, draws ever closer, my dea...

“The demons there are whirling, and the spirits swirl about.They sing their songs to Halloween. ‘Come join the fun,” they shout.But we do not want to go there, so we run with all our mightAnd oh we will not go inside the haunted house tonight”-Jack Prelutsky, "The Haunted House"***What went on in that town on Halloween night was secret, and the children were never allowed to know. Parents sent their little ones to neighbo...