PKO_Alien 3 0003387 Hey. Wait a minute.

You look familiar.

Haven’t I interviewed you before?

Uh, no…um.

Totally different person…and stuff.

See? I look like a cat.

PKO_Alien 3 0003387 Hmm. I don’t know.

You seem VERY familiar.

Are you sure I didn’t blow up your book last year?

Nope. Not me.

This is my very first novel. Written by a cat.

Yep. A cat named Joyce. So how could it be me?

PKO_Alien 3 0003387 Okay.

If you are sure…

Then who are you and what do you want?

My name is Joyce Mangola

I’m here to talk about my novel Ghosts in the Mirror

PKO_Alien 3 0003387 Ghosts, huh?

What… are you trying to scare me?

I scare people, not the other way around.

You are definitely scarier than my book.

Probably because you are looking right at me…

And frowning.

PKO_Alien 3 0003387 Grrrr.

I’m not impressed so far, Earthling.

Why do you think I should take up my valuable time to read your book?

Because it’s about a sixteen-year-old boy

who needs another living soul,

or ghost, to live his life.

Huh?

That doesn’t even make sense.

Hey, what’s that funny wispy white thing on the cover?

A ghost.

Scared now?

NO! Umm, well… Hey!

Stop pushing that cover toward my face!

I don’t like it.

Well is there anything about the cover that you do like?

Alien Huh Open Yeah, the guy.

He’s cute, but I want to dip his hair in blueberry sauce.

It’s just too human-looking.

LOL — blueberry sauce…

Well that’s a bit crepe-y.

Hey! That’s a lame attempt at a food joke!

I’m not amused.

Awe, come on.

It was funny.

Lighten up.

PKO_Alien 3 0003387 .

Give me one good reason to read your book, Miss I’m a Comedian

Wandering spirits are cool.

Wandering spirits latching onto the living are way cool.

PKO_Alien 3 0003387 You have a sick sense of cool, Missy.

What’s the explosion count in this book?

No Explosions.

Not in this one…nope.

PKO_Alien 3 0003387 Not in this one? I thought this was your first novel?

Are you sure we haven’t spoken before?

Ummm..no. MEOW.

I’m a cat, remember?

Please stop looking back at your other interviews.

PKO_Alien 3 0003387 But I’m sure I’ve seen you…

While I’m scrolling back, tell me what this book is about.

It’s about a boy named Jeremy who shepherds lost souls to the other side by helping them with their unfinished business. Except, this time, the ghost isn’t much interested in crossing over without hunting down the person responsible for their and someone else’s death.

Really? What happened to the stupid wandering soul thing? That actually sounds like it might be interesting. [Settled down on couch] Okay, maybe we can chat a bit.

Have you ever exploded anything?

Nope

Have you ever tried to take over the world?

Ew, no.

Have you ever painted your hair blue?

Pink is so much better a color.

Alien Huh Open Whaaaat?

How dare you insinuate pink is better than blue?

I didn’t insinuate.

I came right out and said it.

Pink has always been better than blue.

What? Huh? Grrr.

Redeem yourself Earthling!

How do you feel about space travel?

Space Mountain is awesome!

Space Moun…-Huh-

[smacks head]

Oaf! Have you even ever fantasized about exploding things?

I’m thinking about it right now.

Hey. Why are you looking at me like that?

Wait a minute.

I HAVE seen those beady eyes before.

Prove it! You know, you should really try the color pink.

Otherwise, you might as well call yourself the Blue Boy with Boobs.

It’s YOU! I know you! You are that Half-headed man author, aren’t you! Kastil Even-butt or something or other.

You are hiding! Hiding behind a cover with a whole man on it… And a few cats.

Well, yes, but you said you liked my book, right?

I put a whole person on the cover for you… changed my name and everything!

Oh, you think that changes things?

I remember everything!

Blue Boy with Boobs Huh? I’ll show you!

[As the sub-atomic particle weapon discharges, Joyce pulls out an umbrella and ducks beneath it. Lasers rebound off the surface and scatter across the room. Holes burn into the walls. The couch catches on fire. Yeah, general mayhem.]

[Joyce pokes her head out from beneath the umbrella]

You’ll show me what?

Ha! I came prepared this time.

No blowing me up, thank you very much.

Little Blue Lady!

I’m home!

Gack! What happened to my living room?

If you’d like to learn more about Joyce Mangola check her out on her website http://joycemangola.wordpress.com/ And if anyone knows a good contractor… I need a new living room.

While I’m chasing after the Little Blue Lady with a repair bill, comment below for a chance to win “Ghosts in the Mirror”.

Good luck!

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Yay! I’m back doing five minute flash again. I think my brain was broken for a while.

Now… I’m not going to say this is rocket science or anything, but I did write it in five minutes.

Gregg waited for the lights to go out before slipping on his black gloves. With a deep breath, he pulled the dark hood out of his sack and slid the heavy fabric over his head. The smell of sour sauce tingled his nose, a memory of his dinner earlier in the day.

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He slipped from behind the car, and checked the street. A cat chased a rabbit across the pavement, the pair disappearing beneath the neighbor’s fence. They were his only witnesses.

Gregg crouched down, and hung beside a gravestone, eyeing his goal: The impenetrable doorway at the top of the long stairs. He slid from the gravestone, to a witch’s cauldron, inching closer.

Through the haunted house he scampered, just in time as the lights blared on.

“Gregg,” a woman’s voice called.

“Gregg, where are you?”

He pulled the scabbard from his sack, and jumped from the depths of the haunted house, screaming with glee.

“Trick or Treat!”

Oh! Just for grins and giggles — Remember that Fluff article I wrote on Saturday? John Holton sent me this wonderful old commercial for Fluff. This is a little before my time, but it sure does make you hungry!