The Write Slice: Write or Wrong

I thought it might be fun to try something a little different this time around, so here is a (sorta) lighthearted Halloween story I wrote for you to enjoy. Dinner Plans             Xan flung his hand up toward his neck, trying to tighten his black tie. His flaky, greenish skin showed through the suit jacket sleeve that had been torn off on his last outing. He lolled his eyes toward his friend, Josh. “Mmm?” he groaned, his eyebrows (or what was left of them) raised.             “Unnnhh,” Josh answered, nodding jerkily.             Xan lumbered out of the house, his right foot dragging behind him. It took ten minutes to shuffle the five houses to Susan’s house. Her main floor windows had pieces of wood nailed across them while just a few shards of glass remained in the top floor windows.             He limped up her porch steps. Xan knocked on her front door until his two middle fingers fell off. She opened the door at the same time he stooped to retrieve his digits. “Mmmm,” h