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Here is my entry for the October Project:

Pick at least three of the following eight words, and write a paragraph, essay or poem using them. It’s fine to change tenses, or pluralize if you have to, but please bold the words you chose.

I was pulling the weeds at my backyard in the crisp October morning when I heard a scream. I paused and listened, but there was nothing but the rustling sound of the dry leaves as the wind blew them across the cement pathway, and a mischievous squirrel scurrying on a tree branch after it noticed my head jerked towards its direction.

“I must be dreaming and hearing things,” I told myself and went back to pulling the weeds. Just when I decided to brush the thoughts away, I could hear the scream again and it was louder this time.

I dropped my gardening tool and stood up. It was time for an investigation. I was outside the gate of my house when I saw Madeline, my neighbour’s child holding an empty bottle in her hands. Her face looked hot and flushed to me.

“What happened, Madeline? You seem to be in a high spirits,” I said.

“It’s Jason, Aunt Cherie! He’s scaring people with his frogs!” Madeline pointed towards her house’s backyard. Jason was her seven-year-old elder brother.

“And what are you holding on your hand? I suppose you’re his accomplice?” I teased.

“No! He wants to put those little frogs into this bottle, but I refused! They'll surely suffocate in it,” She held the bottle tightly against her chest as if she was worried that I would snatch it away from her and gave it to Jason.

“I promise you I won’t do anything. Now will you lead the way and show me where Jason is?” I asked.

She hesitated for a few seconds and finally nodded her head.

She led me towards their backyard and I could see a shallow pond with murky waters. There wasn’t even a trace of a frog and Jason was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Jason?” I asked, looking around.

“That’s strange. He’s here just now,” Madeline was puzzled too about his sudden disappearance.

Then I felt something wet and spongy brushed against my naked toes. I looked down and saw there were five frogs at my feet. At that moment, I wished I had worn a pair of boots instead of a pair of flip-flops because I had a phobia with frogs since I was younger and unfortunately it didn’t go away as years went by.

I couldn’t help it; it was my turn to scream this time.