Writing Challenge #29

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WEEKLY CHALLENGE #29

  1. WRITE:  We’re on a Halloween kick! So let’s do a FOUR sentence horror story for this challenge. Usually we only do one or two sentence, but four leaves so much more room for spookifying each other. Spookifying is a word, right? Sure it is!

 Have fun!

2. COMMENT: You MUST comment on FOUR other entries to qualify. If you do not, your entry will be disqualified from the challenge. Give and take… Keep the cycle going.

3. IMPORTANT In order to qualify, you MUST vote for your TOP TWO choices. If you don’t vote, you cannot win this challenge (even if you receive the most votes!). To vote, you need to reply to the email that goes out for the Weekly Challenges. In that email, if you scroll to the bottom, you will see all the information you need to vote for this challenge.

You must join our mailing list in order to receive the weekly voting email. 

4. DEADLINE: Tuesday, October 25th at 11:59 p.m. PST. Voting booth will open for this challenge on Wednesday, October 26th, and the winners will be announced the following Wednesday, October 2nd.

CONGRATULATIONS: To the winners of Challenge #27… Tim Hillebrant, Rebecca Braun and Marcia Yearwood.

THIS CHALLENGE IS OPEN TO ALL MEMBERS!

Have fun!


Author Notes

91 Comments for “Writing Challenge #29”

says:

Looking down into the coffin I saw my lover, his long slender hands lying peacefully at his sides. Hands that had struck me, poked me, slapped me. Hands that had stroked me, scratched me and choked me. But I had been the victor the last time.

says:

It’s Halloween night and the mood is right with the spookiest goons and goblins. No one will be safe in the darkness of screaming kids in their costumes and ringing doorbells that howls and a lot people are out on the prowl. The greatest night of all in the fall to be sneaky with all. Ha Ha, don’t be afraid it’s what you don’t see but hear that will leave you amazed.

Travis Baribeau

says:

When I was younger, I was playing hide and go seek with my little sister. I deciding to hide in the basement, as we were all too scared to go down there anyway, I figured I’d be safe. As I waited patiently to see if she would have the nerve to come and look, I felt a warm breath on my ear just before I heard my sister whisper “I can see you.” I screamed as loud as I could while running up the stairs, just to find my little sister standing in the living room yelling “I found you, I found you!”

says:

How could that happen??? Sounds like something was really out to scare you…lol Who the heck was down there with you whispering in your ear… I’m all goose-bumpy just thinking about it!

Kim Bussey

says:

Okay, I’m about to break all the rules about the over use of the word “I”, but sometimes rules must be broken.

I smiled as I slipped into the ghoulish costume and contemplated the ‘treat’ I would soon receive after springing my trick on Ben. I laughed loud and hysterically when the storm aided my plans by sending a flash of lightning to illuminate my unearthly appearance at the side of his bed. I was filled with remorse when the horrified look on my lover’s face reminded me of the night terrors he suffered as a child. I was stunned and confused when the boom that rattled the house was not thunder but a gun I didn’t know was Ben’s constant companion when he slept alone.

Travis Baribeau

says:

Uh oh. I suppose that plan backfired! Nice twist at the end. The use of I didn’t seem overused at all here.

Kim Bussey

says:

Thanks, Travis. At first I wanted to rewrite the “Is” out. But I liked the feel of each sentence being “I did, I felt, I faced the consequences.” But if it had been more than 4 sentences I don’t think leaving them in would have worked.

says:

A Recycled Body While patrons milled about the art gallery, Estelle gripped her program as she admired the surreal mask of a man’s face beneath a glass showcase. His pale eyes stared at her and his golden hair feathered around his features. His lips curved upwards in a frozen smile, so unlike the patronizing man she had been with two weeks earlier. It had been easy to murder Michael: a knife in his back, near the heart, a blow torch; some recycled scrap metal…and a little hate and preservative.

says:

Bathed in warm sunshine, I revel in a sky filled with limpid blue light, clouds of colorful butterflies dancing in the sweet air, and myriad species of songbirds twittering from every tree and shrub. Then, like always, as the trailing edge of the sun slips below the rim of the horizon, I hear the electronic beep when the IV pump shuts off and the familiar gray surroundings come into focus. As the hallucinogenic drug metabolizes out of my bloodstream, the heavy steel door to my cell crashes open and the interrogation team, bearing their trusty implements of coercion, marches in. So begins another night of screams.

says:

The waves splashed against my face waking me from my daze. How long since the boat went down I wasn’t sure. The pain from the laceration on my leg had eased but blood still seeped out. I saw a fin rise up about twenty yards away and panic set in.

says:

Nicely done, Craig. The terror of the deep is always a good subject for conjuring the horror of a painful demise. And the shark fin arising from the bloody water sets the scene splendidly.

Kim Bussey

says:

And that’s why I prefer a nice cement pool and rubber raft to a pool on the ocean. I made me hear the theme to jaws. LOL

Tim Hillebrant

says:

A Great White can smell a single drop of blood in 6M gallons of seawater.
Your MC is doomed.

Well done, sir!!

Kim Bussey

says:

Can we all agree that the scariest sentence written in this whole challege is the fact that Tim knows how far a Great White can smell blood?

Tim Hillebrant

says:

The sounds of children laughing came from my basement, turning my blood cold. I had disposed of my wards, buried deep under the concrete. My hand shaking like a leaf in the wind, I opened the door, and peered into the darkness below. The faint glow of five sets of eyes stared back at me, and I screamed.

says:

I just love tales wherein the dead and buried refuse to remain at rest and worm their way back into the realm of the living. If any story so far “spookifies” me, this is it. Great job, Tim.

Anisa Claire

says:

In the dead of night, I awake to the unmistakable whimpering of a terrified infant. Scrambling to get out of bed, I trip on the dog’s toy and crash down to the ground. The chilling noise stops and I make my way to the door. Against my better judgement, I open it wide, the cold night air spills in…. and I find myself staring into the eyes of a massive, fanged-predator, the local cougar.

Tim Hillebrant

says:

Well done, Anisa! What makes it more thrilling for me is that they’ve sighted a cougar in Boise recently- in someone’s yard.

Tim

says:

Good job, Anisa. I’ve read several accounts of real-life cougar attacks and always felt they would make a good subject for a scary story. You’ve just proven that they do.

says:

Another wave of terror. This contest will be hard to judge. Any story that begins with: In the dead of night and continues with a massive, fanged-predator, has my attention and I want to read more. Good horror writing.

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