LOVING the voice and body language of this Halloween Tree reading. FEARING the gorilla mask.
Let’s just say, I grew up in Phoenix, AZ and was once traumatized as a young girl by the Suns mascot…
…that sounds a lot darker than it should. I just physically ran into him in a dark room of the arena and he grabbed me to steady me… TRAUMATIZED. So thanks for opening up old wounds, Peter!
This is about as “experimental” as it gets.
Let me set the scene. I decided despite the weather (roughly 48 degrees), that I would put on my wig and go fully clothed into the Puget Sound (my backyard) and read Chapter 15 mermaid style.
Halloween Tree Reading FAIL.
So you get the bathtub instead. And by the time I had roughed the freezing perilous waters of the Sound, I was so delirious, that this reading is really quite boring. If you watch my hair sway in the water, it might even hypnotize you to sleep. Happy ZZZzzzzz’s!
Hahahaha. I just snorted. Noel. Knocks. It. Out. Of. The. Park.
Get ready for some awesome AWESOME Thriller night reading. No one can save you from this beast about to strike. Let HC Noel thrill ya. (Nice jacket by the way, Noel. You’re the hottest bald, goateed, mustached, white MJ ever!)
The Landau Kids!
If you follow Peter Landau on Twitter, you know that his children are ridiculously clever, funny, witty, and intelligent.
And now, here they are to entertain us while Peter reads The Halloween Tree Chapter 13! BOO!
(Ada’s sound effects are super fitting!)
Special guest judge D.M. Cunningham and I unanimously agreed! The winner is…
Here is the winning entry:
I ate another one today – alone without the others. My body now unleashes hell upon the pure while I, a spectator in my own body, watch in repulsion. I wait for my savior, a lone girl child who roams our streets with her companion of sorts – a sawed-off appropriately named… “Sweet Release”.
We also wanted to give special mention to Michaele Stoughton
Whose entry was absolutely hilarious and clever!
Soft music and candle light set the mood as they gazed into each others eyes. “You’ve stolen my heart,” he whispered.
“Sorry, do you want it back?” she replied, lowering her eyes bashfully and holding it out for him to take.
Arequimis…if you could please email me your address, I will get your prize in the mail ASAP! Congratulations!
Take a look at my poor blood splattered book: I think Mr. Bradbury would be proud.
Anyway, there’s just a lot of weird stuff happening in my reading. I hope you can make it through. There is some serious Lynchian stuff going on.