25 word Summer Horror Contest
Welcome to our 25 word Summer Horror Contest. We hope that by the fall we will be able to do another Halloween Horror contest, and we hope to be able to pull off our print issue this summer, honoring all our winners with publication in that issue. Fingers crossed.
You all know how much we love horror. Our short story horror contest are intended for fun. We all need a little horror in our lives, and this is how I’m getting my fix this summer.
Until that time we are still trying to have some summer fun. To that End, this is our 25 Word Summer Horror Contest. The rules are super easy:
- 25 Words or less
- Post in the comments
- Deadline is July 27, 2018
- Enter as many times as you like.
- Must be scary, clever, awesome….best story wins
We are offering a cash prize for this contest of $200. It’s a small prize for a small story. We will announce the winner on August 1, 2018. Details about the movie night and announcement are to come.
Please leave your stories below, DO NOT EMAIL THEM. Good luck, leave your stories below.
We are extending our contest deadline until August 10th. We will announce the winner on August 11th!
I’m sorry I’m late, it took a few days to contact the winner, the winner is Zombie from Amy Buchanan. We have already transferred the funds. Congrats. In the next couple days we will be posting 3 new contests for Halloween! Could be 4….depending on if we do a poetry contest. Look for more prizes and fun.
Everything’s hectic but dinner’s ready. My baby book upon the table.
“I was complete,” Mother wrote.
My appetite vanished, and with so much body left.
I woke up and looked around my room. I saw a ghastly creature staring back at me in the mirror, then, I realized it’s me.
I could feel someone watching me as I left the basement. I turned around to reassure myself and saw a person peering around the corner.
‘They made me do it!’ cried my daughter, dripping blood.
‘Who did?’
The cellar door creaked open.
She pointed inside with the trembling knife.
‘THEM!’
In the pitch black of my bedroom, I awoke, rubbing sleep from my eyes. Something descended from the ceiling. A face, green, ghastly, grinning.
I strolled the hallway, naked. Some giggled, others laughed. I pinched myself, as always, to prove I was dreaming. This time, I felt the pinch.
The first wrench to my heart was seeing my family laying mutilated before me. The second was seeing the dark figure hiding in the corner.
After nine days of agony, the tropical worm burrowed out through my ear.
I wept with relief.
‘I’m afraid…,’ the doctor stammered, ‘…she’s laid eggs.’
As I sank my teeth into the lycanthrope’s neck, he held up a syringe. “Silver nitrate,” he said. “Just injected myself. Now we’re both dead.”
When aliens found the remains of the last two humans, they made a startling discovery: the humans had died by strangling each other.
The ticking was coming from inside of him. He clawed red furrows in his chest, but suddenly the ticking stopped.
It wasn’t inside him anymore.
The End is near…
The End.
“The doors are all locked!” Sheila’s whisper desperate.
One finally opens. Fear erases her relief.
Heads turn in unison. She sees they all have knives.
My antennae bristled. I scurried for cover as the huge foot stomped on my friends, mashing them to bits. “Cockroaches!” the giant screamed. “Goddamn cockroaches!”
As I sat on the public restroom toilet, doing my business, a face appeared…not above the stall door, but below. The face grinned at me.
She kissed my neck. I turned to face her. Her eye sockets were empty, her skin rotting. My wife, dead and buried seven years ago.
A robed figure stood in my headlight beams. It had no face, but shrieked at me somehow. I slammed the car into reverse.
Your heart rate rises
The knife was in his hand. His eyes were puffy
He cut his throat
Blood erupted
I woke up suddenly
A killer has taken refuge in the Hammer neighborhood
Night began with fear
In the morning, a few corpses were found, in which a runaway assassin was present
Jane loved date night swimming at the lake. When Liam pinched her butt, Jane turned around, but there was only bubbly, red water behind her.
My old pull string doll started talking to me yesterday. Mom says that doll burnt to a crisp in a house fire 20 years ago.
An intense burning pain radiated across my face. I peered down at a shattered piece of glass and screamed. My face had been skinned off.
Alone, I see it step out of the forest. It stops. It grins. It walks towards me.
“If anyone comes out of those woods, run.”
Excitedly, prying corroded nails from the casket lid sent shivers through my spine. Freed! I lung from my coffin to feast on your blood, tonight.
Drained of my blood one drop at a time.
Fear grips my heart as I hear the telltale nightly drone of my tormentor.
The man awoke after being dead for a long time. His new eyes saw the crying child in his arms as a delicious treat.
The young, harried mother never noticed the twin pinpricks on her baby’s neck until she fed him. By then, it was much, much too late.
John had had two arms. I couldn’t count them all now.
Too many arms and too many mouths.
“I love you, John!”
My cries were swallowed.
“Hello friend.”
“Who are you talking to sweetie?”
“My friend in the wardrobe.”
Every day she hears the same until one morning…
“Goodbye Mummy.”
I awoke with a start but my eyelashes brushed material and all was black. I could not move, the weight bearing down on me, groaning.
In someone else’s nightmare. Endless evil pursued her down dark alleys. Just when she thought she’d escaped, she’d trip, falling down into another bad dream.
He often wondered what the inside of someone’s skull looked like, until the day he found out. Then he only wondered what to wonder next.
The coffin is rotting around her but her features are perfect. Eyes open and she smiles, fangs exposed, drawing you into her kiss.
When I first went up, they told me:
“In space, no-one can hear you scream”
But if that’s true…
…Why can I hear whispering?
Sweet Sleep
The lovers slept in each other’s arms. A dark mass seethed across the ceiling and spiders danced on silent threads, towards their faces.
Legs numb and aberrantly angled, a rough stone cylinder elongated above him, the only light a waning crescent of dusk. Waning. Scraping. Waning. Scraping. Darkness.
Andrea stumbled back to the car. Shaking, she dropped the keys. Reaching down, she touched something warm, wet, and squishy. She had found Jeremy.
There’s nothing in this big white room to play with.Wait……over there. It’s big and it’s red.It’s a button!
You thought I was gone, you thought you were free,I’m one with your mind, you’ll never be free.I am your nightmare!
Faces hidden behind grotesque masks. He ran, they ran. Knives aloft, baying for fresh blood. Onlookers stared, nobody would save him. He was their sacrifice.