Writing Challenge #44

WEEKLY CHALLENGE #44

1. CHALLENGE: October is coming! So, this week’s challenge is to write a two (or three) sentence HORROR story. It doesn’t have to be gory or creepy, either, it can be anything that is truly terrifying from realistic situations to zombies and anything in between.

The two-sentence challenge seems like it should be one of the easier challenges, but it’s actually pretty difficult to pack suspense into so few words. When done right, however, the results are pretty epic. This challenge helps us choose our words wisely in limited situations and still make an impact.

Think you can do it? Of course, you can! Looking forward to reading all of your amazing entries. Oh, and… everyone who enters this challenge will gain BONUS entries for next week’s challenge and that challenge involves a pretty awesome prize!

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.

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4. DEADLINE: Tuesday, October 3rd at 11:59 p.m. PST. Voting booth will open for this challenge on Wednesday, October 4th, and the winners will be announced the following Wednesday, October 11th.

HUGE CONGRATULATIONS to the winners of Writing Challenge #42… Julie Jackson, Greg Shipman and Jerrica Wiley! Well done, you three.

THIS CHALLENGE IS OPEN TO ALL MEMBERS!

Have fun!

BONUS CHALLENGE: Want to stretch that creative muscle a bit more? Take your two sentence entry and turn it into a short story! Then post it in the ‘Posts for Review’ section on Writer’s Carnival. Remember to review other posts while you’re there, too, to keep that cycle going!

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Author Notes

309 Comments for “Writing Challenge #44”

Gregory Shipman

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The moon, blood red and engorged; watches the carnage of my actions dispassionately.

And yet, it is the cause of my newly formed fangs, claws and rage; for I am monster… I am werewolf.

Karen Holt

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He enjoyed watching the light die in her eyes, the spark of fear in them becoming tainted by clouds of ice. But when he kissed her, like an electric current, her last thoughts seared into his brain and he knew… but too late.

chefshel7691

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I opened my eyes slowly, trying to clear my head from the disorientation of sleep, and saw two huge yellow eyes staring back at me intently. I knew what I had to do-feed the cat.

Melissa Pierce

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She struggled awake, pulled herself out of bed, and zombie-walked into the kitchen with her mouth watering for that first cup of coffee. Just as she got her cup down, and reached for the coffee pot, she realized it was empty and there was no coffee to be had in the house!

Anisa Claire

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Crumpling, my body sunk to the ground, as I attempted to calm my raspy breathing. Worse than hate, destruction or chaos, there was nothing as far as I could see, only darkness, and it would remain that way for the rest of time… my crippling thoughts echoing in the void.

hansandjudy

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Now THIS is terrifying…reminds me of “The Nothing” from The Neverending Story. But also of Death–like being stuck in Limbo for eternity. You managed to combine the fear of loneliness/isolation, fear of the dark, fear of the unknown, and fear of powerlessness…all in two sentences! Very, very impressive.

Travis Baribeau

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As he walked through the woods, snakes and spiders followed with him as if under the command of the same darkness he drew his new power from. All the shadow creatures now seemed his to control, knowing full well that it was his time to rise, his time to unleash his furious vengeance.

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I hate ‘S’ words and can’t watch them or see a real one,or I have night terrors. I hope it won’t be the same after reading the ‘S’ word too… *bites nails* by the wayvsnakes don’t do the same. Good luck Travis.

reigny dai

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Cousins, Jason, Freddy, and Michael, ran the local hunting supply shop. It was open every day of the year–except Halloween.

carnster

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With sweaty palms I slowly turned the door knob – she wouldn’t be pleased if she was kept waiting any longer. I knew what came next but her voice still pierced directly to my core – “Hello Dear, it’s your Mother In Law!!!!!!”

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IN THE NEWS TODAY: wildfires ravage the West from Mexico and LA to Vancouver; category 5 hurricanes rip through the Caribbean to make landfall in Florida, Texas, and along the east coast; London and Beijing and most other large cities report dangerously polluted air, while monsoon-level rains in parts of Asia cause landslides that wipe out entire villages, as continued severe drought is causing massive migration of people fleeing several countries across the African continent, island nations are being swallowed up by the rising ocean , and the Arctic continues to loose sea-ice volume in the middle of winter. IN OTHER NEWS: the EPA and GOP-led Congress are gutting regulations, opening public lands to fracking and drilling, and cutting corporate taxes in order to make it easy for fossil fuel corporations to make even yyuuugerr profits. (Are you scared yet?)

Anisa Claire

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Yes, of course that is all terrifying. Hopefully, things will turn around in the very near to immediate future. As far as the challenge, itself, goes… a tad longer than two sentences! But that’s okay 🙂

Anisa

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Turn it around? Scientists aren’t even talking about stopping climate change any more. They’re just begging us to take measures that might slow it down. Quickest measure we could take right now would be to get rid of Scott Pruitt, and put Al Gore in charge of the EPA.
Entry a tad long for two sentences? Not for people who have had classes in German lit. Evidently, in the eighteenth century, periods to end sentences were expensive pieces of punctuation, meant to be hoarded carefully inside the pen and doled out like decorative bits of gold.

wayne scheer

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Not wanting to be remembered for his poor spelling, Andrew Gooden left a message on his answering machine for his ex-wife. Then he blew out his brains.

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From this brief description, I imagine Andrew to be a perfectionist, more concerned about how he appears to others than anything else, which could explain the suicide. Horror lies in the conflict when a person who demands perfection is confronted by a world that never is.

carnster

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That escalated quickly! Sometimes those flash back horror stories where u know it ends badly but u need to know how the characters get there can be really engrossing!

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Nasty, there seems to be a fate accompli about your tale. If we were all so sensitive about our spellings we wouldn’t last long writing. But a horrific way to go, suicide is the saddest of things. A horror in my book.

chefshel7691

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Just the fact alone that spell-check is absent and (as I Picture) an old-style answering machine is present, I REALLY want to know more about this society!

hansandjudy

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If this were the start of a novel, I think I’d be hooked already! Very sad–almost poignant, even–but also immensely intriguing! Love it, well done.

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I drag my tired limbs from the bed to peer round babies door, neither of us had slept for days … please God let her be dreaming, I whisper. The cat, bloody and still on her teddy, wet chubby fingers rolled an eyeball around, as gelatinous mucus dripped from her bloody mouth.

Naomi Handsaker

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Silent swirls of mist crept along the ground masking the depths of the mire beneath their feet as they stalked the prey. A deep rumbling hrump was all the warning they recieved that they where no longer the hunter.

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Oòh somebody’s done this before. Good luck Naomi.

Naomi Handsaker

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not sure what you mean on done this before. Wrote before, yes: entered one of these, no this is my first. I had a teacher in college that forced me to learn to shorten my word count and say the same thing still. It was exceedingly challenging for me, but I learned quickly. My college training was not to become a writer or in the creative realms, though I did enjoy the classes. 🙂 And thank you, still learning how this works.

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Great scene-setting. And just a simple, strange sound to indicate they’re in deep trouble. Well done.

Naomi Handsaker

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I borrowed a bit from a camping trip I went on where that hrump sound was what caused us to take down a camp site in record time that took hours to put up and as many hours to sort through when we finally got home. There was a bear, in the woods and I was not as confident of flimsy tent material verses inquisitive bear. We where up having fun, not hunting… but I will always remember that sound and knowing what it meant.

Jerrica Wiley

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There are a lot of things that scare Briana, this includes and is not limited to: spiders, heights and clowns. But walking in on her grandpa tea-bagging her grandma has to be the most horrifying thing that she has ever seen.

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Suddenly, she pressed her back against the seat of her car. In the rear-view mirror, she caught a glimpse of a black hooded driver in a red truck. The truck charged forward and rammed her bumper.

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Cold, alone, afraid and locked in the room everyone called a haunted, I could feel the rhythmic beat of my heart keeping time with the clock as it ticked on the mantle over the fireplace. Louder and louder the ticking seemed as it echoed in my ears, and I felt as if the clock stopped ticking so would my heart.

Stephanie Anders

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She skipped along the garden path unaware of the danger that followed her. As the path grew darker, he moved closer looking for the opportune time to make his move and as it came, he realized that innocence was something tangible he could hold in his hands. She was perfection and now that he had acquired her, he too was once again innocent.

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My heart was pounding into my throat as I tried to scream as I pulled hard to get out of the giant black and sticky web. The eight-legged hairy creature with yellow glowing eyes, and frothing a green substance – from a sharp-beaked looking hook mouth, was almost upon me.

Craig Lincoln

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Don’t you just love hungry giant spiders to death well done Linda

Lynn Toennessen

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He stood, rooted on the trail, his gaze glued to the enormous heap of detritus in his path. Slowly at first, but with gaining speed, the heap moved toward him.

hansandjudy

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Would make me question my sanity–which can be a very scary, helpless, and isolating feeling–on top of the immediate danger/fear of being charged at or chased. Many unique and interesting places you could go with this!

Craig Lincoln

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The childish giggling continued outside the door. I only had one bullet left in the gun, I only had one choice left.

Naomi Handsaker

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This really sets up a situation of dilemma and choice. Great way to hook people in to want to read more.

Craig Lincoln

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And which choice is made

Naomi Handsaker

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the choice is between hoping that the one bullet left is enough to deal with the situation giggling outside the door, or at least to get you to safety…. or to… make a more personal choice. Personally, always a fan of going out trying. it makes for a much more interesting and potentially dark tale. The limitation on the bullets mean that there isn’t the spray and pray available, but it also doesn’t eliminate survival, but it does mean luck and cunning will have to be used. Great ability to build the suspense.

Craig Lincoln

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For such a detailed reply I will give you my premise for this piece. As I am not a writer (merely a poet) there is no more.
This piece is inspired by village of the damned, the omen , children of the corn etc where the children are demonised my poor trapped person has got himself to safety or so he thought but has been found he now must decide his fate. I hope this helps Naomi but please run with this if you like I am sure you could do it justice that I couldn’t

Naomi Handsaker

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I think you could do amazing things with this. It has potential. I would put yourself in the position of your character and think, what would I do in such a situation and build on how this interacts with the world you create.

Karen Holt

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Ah Craig, so great. Gets the reader on edge and holding their breath to see if they have guessed right on the ‘choice’ he has made. Big thumbs up.

Tim Hillebrant

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Angelina’s widened and her breath came in short, raspy gasps. The new bite marks on her breasts, buttocks, neck and face were nothing compared to the battered, bruised feeling in her loins. Horrified, she knew what happened, but how? For the last month, solitary confinement was her home, and exhaustion spoke towards how little she slept.

hansandjudy

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Truly terrifying on several levels. I like the straightforward, brutal descriptions–they don’t feel at all gimmicky. Would love to read more of this story if you decide to expand it!

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Ew…this made me sit up and take notice. Wherever she is, is a frightening place. She is experiencing terrible abuse. I want to know more. Did you leave out a word at he beginning? “Angelina’s widened” That “widened” threw me off a little. Maybe I missed it.
I really liked this shocking opening.

hansandjudy

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“Don’t you remember that I promised to love you forever?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes,” she replied, trembling, “but that was before we buried you.”

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