This was a crack I wrote for a Halloween Creative Writing Prompt. It's a teenage girl (about 18 or so) trick-or-treating. Each of the little sections is like her speaking in a video blog format/ documentation. I really don't like writing actions and motions in astrids like stage directions so the last paragraph is in a different format but still her point of view. I also apologize now for spelling/grammar errors as I am lazy and don't want to read out loud to find them most of the time. Hope you enjoy my strange crack! :)

5:36pm

Trick-or-Treating started about 6 minutes ago. I have exactly 2 hours and 54 minutes to collect 1,000 pieces of candy. No more. No less.

Just my luck that I have to give away all my candy to a demon this year.

Don't make Demon Deals kids.

6:02 pm

I am starting to hate small children. They are EVERYWHERE. Why?!

uggghhhhh...

Get off my leg random child I have work to do.

6:47pm

The little kids are annoying but they get more candy then I do. This is a life-or-death matter people. Come On!

7:15 pm

I've made it once around the neighborhood. I've started again because I need more candy but people are starting to recognize me. I'm going to have to run home and change. I really hope it doesn't take up too much time.

7:27pm

That wasted some time but I hope it was worth it. Keeping my soul is rather important to me. I'm about half way around again and people are actual giving me some candy at least.

7:34pm

I feel bad that I have started taking candy from other kids bags. It's not like they were going to eat all of it anyway...

But still... I promise I'm not taking a lot of candy from each of them. I swear.

7:54 pm

I think I'm almost done. I'm having a hard time breathing because I ran the last half of the neighborhood.

Present Time( this is that paragraph I talked about)

I am standing outside of his house. I have all the pieces. I'm suppose to give it too him at 8:20 on the dot...

It's 8:18 right now, or at least that's what my phone tells me. I walk up the front porch steps and hesitate at the door bell, my hand hovering over the button. I ring it quickly as if it would bite me.

The door swung open and a 'man' in a suit stood there. A real bloody demon.

"You got it?" he asks with his Scottish accent that annoyed me because I liked it.

"Y-y-yes," I stutter at first. " 1,000 individual pieces and I swear I trick-or-treated for all of it. I didn't buy a single piece."

"Good," he says looking in the large bag. I take the moment to look at my phone screen, 8:19

The demon pulls out a piece, un-wraps it, and pops it in his mouth. I went cold. I knew I paled at least 5 shades. I glace back down at my phone screen.

Still 8:19.

"My dear," he smiles," I believe your time is up and we had a deal."