Drip, Drip, Drip…

The sound filled Xavier’s head as he slowly woke to find himself on the ground in his backyard. The closer he came back into reality, the more his body filled with dread. He opened his eyes and instantly his head ached like nothing he had ever felt before. He shut his eyes quickly and welcomed the darkness yet again. He dared not move knowing that if just opening his eyes hurt that badly, he most likely wouldn’t want to try anything drastic like standing.

The dripping, more ominous than just a leaky faucet, served a constant reminder that whatever terrible thing had put Xavier in this situation was nearby and yet just out his mental reach. Struggling to bring any memories to the forefront, Xavier squeezed his eyes tighter and hoped that a glimmer of hope would find its way through. The harder he tried, the blurrier the memories got.

He remembered running out to the store to get his pregnant wife a pint of Ben & Jerry’s©. He remembered buying three different flavors at the convenience store. He remembered driving like a maniac with the AC blasting to get back to his house in order to prevent the ice cream from melting in the sweltering heat. He remembered seeing the front door of his house ajar when he returned. OH, GOD!

Xavier bolted up causing his head to spin and as he took a few steps towards the house and under the willow tree he stumbled and then slid landing hard on his elbow. He heard a pop and then the pain in his head seemed to disappear as a whole new level of pain seared through his right arm. He attempted to push himself up with his left arm but the second he placed his hand on the ground he felt it slip away in a warm liquid. With the full moon, it was not dark enough to conceal the fact that he had landed in a pool of blood.

Grimacing, Xavier crawled onto a dry part of the grass and struggled to his feet. They only thing that mattered now was finding Molly. He ran into the house,

“MOLLY? MOLLY?” There was no answer. He began tearing the house apart and running from room to room. Nothing looked out of place, but Molly was nowhere to be found. It seemed impossible to panic any more than he had been, but he was definitely reaching his limit. His head hurt, his arm hurt, and his chest hurt. He tried to think of why his chest hurt when he saw the ice cream sitting on the counter. He had to have been in the house already. “MOLLY? WHERE ARE YOU?” Still no answer and his chest began to throb. He pulled his shirt down and saw four deep claw marks. “What the fuck?” This was most definitely his limit.

Xavier ran out the back door looking for some clue as to how he ended up back there and where Molly was. He stepped onto the patio and looked up at the willow tree to see the most terrifying sight he had ever seen. His neighbor was hanging from the tree with his entrails weeping out of him. He doubled over and threw up. Just as he wiped his mouth with the back of his left hand he heard someone behind him. He straightened up and looked at the face of his wife. She smiled and showed a mouthful of fangs and said,

“Hey, Babe. Dinner’s ready.”

© Autumn Siders 2015



Beware of things that go bump in the night,

the knocks on your door that give you a fright.

Witches and goblins are on the prowl

and you can hear the werewolves howl.

Vampires, bats, and pumpkins too

they are only coming to visit you.

The knock on your door is them you see,

a much better visit than one from me.

© Autumn Siders circa 2000


I fell in love with your smile

yet sadly I can never be the cause.

Into unrequited love I fell

madly, which has its flaws.

While the heart works in

mysterious and unpredictable ways

it causes far more pain

as your head is in a daze.

So while your smile once was

the cause of hope and joy

it now serves as a reminder

that my heart is just your toy.

© Autumn Siders 2015

It’s Not Easy Being Supernatural

With my favorite holiday around the corner, I decided to take some time to think about the scary beings we associate with the holiday. I always try to see the good and bad of any situation, so here are some pros and cons in case you ever find yourself bitten by one of these individuals.


Pros Cons
People fear you! You smell like death
You have an excuse for clumsiness People are always trying to shoot you
You know how to carry on even when falling apart It’s really slow getting around


Pros Cons
You can’t die You are dead
You are better qualified for the night shift (which pays better!) Probably should avoid the beach on a sunny day
You get fangs You will most likely bite yourself with said fangs while adjusting


Pros Cons
You can smell really well You can smell really well
Shaving is pointless Every bone in your body breaks once a month
You can howl at the moon You can hear when people talk about you behind your back

Meow That’s What I Call Music

The real lyrics to the songs you all know and love…

Hey, I just ate you,

And it was tasty

Now it’s nap time

Don’t call me a baby.

Cause I’m hot then I’m cold

I’m yes then I’m no

I’m in then I’m out

I’m up then I’m down

Never wrong, always, right

I’m black and I’m white

I sleep, I dream up

Eat grass, I throw up.

Let it go, let it go

Can’t hold my prey anymore

Let it go, let it go

then chase it through the door

I don’t care

what a mess I’ll make

Let the rat run on

I always catch ’em anyway.


I was visiting with a friend who happens to be on house arrest due to illness and while I was there, we had a wonderful conversation. Part of our conversation was about how she doesn’t mind being cooped up because everyone is coming to visit her and she is benefiting from the wonderful conversations that she gets to share with people. She told me that she has discovered new things about people that she never knew. Things she would think one person would like turned out to be inaccurate and things she never knew about people before were coming to light. After this, I got to thinking how much of what we see in other people is really a reflection of who we are.

This doesn’t mean that what we are seeing isn’t real, but you and I can look at the same person and see something entirely different about him or her. As individuals we are not only who we perceive ourselves to be, but we all mean something different to each and every person with whom we interact. With this thought, I set off to do some research and I asked all of my friends and family to describe me in one word. Sure enough, every person who responded came up with a different word. Surprisingly none said, “narcissistic” even though they had no clue why I was asking them.

After I explained my reason for such difficult questioning, one friend pointed out that most people would respond with the positive, so if any of you would like to change your answers to what you really meant, feel free. She also told me that she tends to see the good and the bad about herself in others. I think what can be taken from all of this is that life is all about perspectives. As long as we keep an open mind about everything, we can find a little bit of ourselves in places we never dreamed of and we can give a little bit of ourselves to causes and people that never knew they needed us.

So for all who gave me some great answers, here are my words back to you. If you don’t remember which word you gave me, don’t ask because then I will know you just made it up 😉

Words You Gave Me Words I Give to You
Independent/Head-Strong Effervescent
Consistent Boundless
Bold Nurturing
Precocious Scholarly
Smart/Dependable Kind-Hearted
Awesome Giving
Flexible Encouraging
Thoughtful Clever
Autumn Who’s Kim?
Selfless Caring
Brotherly Devoted
Witty Awkward…but really Skillful
Impressive Courageous
Helpful Thunderous (you know why 😉
Supportive/Loyal Comforting
Annoying/Generous Inspirational



I planned on sharing something else with you all today, but I didn’t do my homework. Now, you get a nice procrastination poem instead. Enjoy!

Those wide eyes burn

right through my soul.

Do they ask for love

needed to fill a hole?

How can I help?

What do you need?

Your quiet meows

state the case you plead.

You can share with me

anything in your head.

Oh, what’s that?

You threw up in my bed?

© Autumn Siders 2015