$500 Halloween 50 Horror Word Story Contest 2019

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Welcome to our 2019 $500 Halloween Horror 50 Word Story Contest. Yes, that’s right. It’s already here. Every year we run our contests, and those of you who have been frequent readers, this is what you’ve been waiting for.

First we will be doing a print issue! We will be doing 2 print issues, and we will pick entries from this contest to be in our issue. If you had a 50 word story designated to be in our print issue, from a past contest, please contact us.

Second, we will be giving out a $500 reward for the best 50 word horror story. This is not easy for us. Every Writer is not doing as well as it did in the past, but we want your stories. I believe writers should get paid for their work. I wish we could pay all of our writers, but it’s just impossible. So $500 for 50 words, I think is a unique and valuable statement to our readers. Ten dollars a word is what all writers really deserve.

So here are the rules:

• Story must be scary
• Story must be 50 words
• Story must be original and your own
• Story may not be published elsewhere
• Story must have a title (does NOT count in word count)
• Deadline is October 25, 2019
• Enter as many times as you want
• Story must be written in the comments below!
• Be nice or be disqualified

I love these stories. This is one of favorite traditions of Every Writer. I look forward to this every year, and this year I have extended the time we are going to spend with the contest.

The winners will:

• Be announced on October 31, 2019
• Will get $500
• Will be published in our digital and print issue.
• Will get an author page on our site

There is no entry fee for this contest. It would help us out greatly if you would donate 1$ or more, if you can, to help out the site. We would really appreciate it. A donation will not be considered in the deciding this contest.

If you want to keep up with me on Twitter, please follow me at @everywriter, I follow back all writers.

Good luck, and let the writing begin.

Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal...check our About Us page for more. Also here is info on our On Classic Articles


    Her cries and voice begging me for help haunted me every single moment since I the only survivor of shipwreck returned.The sight of that dreadful day when blue sea turned into red.A group of psychopath destroyed pleasant journey to a dead ending.

    The bullies outside and the dead resting inside. The screeching of old cemetery door was taking my breath away. Filled with fear I took my first step towards the graves.Just going inside was not the task, more dreadful was the thought of digging a grave and burying a ‘crucifix’…


    His proposal came in front of her family and friends. The delicate floral dress with long sleeves she wore covered the bruises. Everyone stared at the ring and her face. They thought she was in shock. The next day she planned to be a widow before she became a bride.

  4. Night Visitor

    Six months after his death, I am sound asleep in my room. I awake suddenly in the middle of the night. A large dark shadow is hovering next to my bed. Startled, I gasp loudly and it is gone. My heart is pounding. Then I remember, it is his birthday.

  5. Trick or Treat

    I empty the bag of all my loot. A bright red apple rolls onto the table. I bite into it. It’s sweet and delicious until I taste blood. It’s dripping down my chin. My fingers are red. My sister looks on in horror. I felt no pain from the razorblade.

  6. Family bond

    I’m proud, said my son standing right behind me. I was having dinner. I’m proud, he repeated. To be your son. I’m proud, he said, because you show me the way. Heart swelling with love, I fed him some of the flesh of his mother- the woman we both hated.

  7. Snake light

    I’m at my desk when the lights flicker. It reminded me of horror films. I saw my colleagues’ faces changing to flickering lights. Between beast and human. A cliche, I thought turning back to work. Looking at my fingers on the keyboard, I saw snake tails instead. And I freaked.

  8. I can’t wait until 100+ days from tomb morrow!

    Cuz… ghost of honor promises none other than spirit Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore. Though long deceased, his nominated serial presence bewitches most popular teenage gone ever gone to soon heart throb (bing in his hand) lady and the tramp killer. I make no bones. This numbskull would never miss ghoulish event.

    • Satan’s Feast

      The lifeless body of an obese black man materialized before me as I watched from my hiding place. Knives dripped with blood as Satan worshiping cannibals sliced meat from the cadaver – a audible gasp escaped my lips – all eyes focused on me – I knew I was next.

  9. Three wicked witches – blood sisters nonetheless!

    Six evil eyes cast fiendish terror! Impossible mission to escape wrath of accursed, creepy, and glowering hatefulness. They prowl every hallway. Each lurks ready to cast nasty spell. Out their mouth putrid sinister venom spewed at unlucky passerby. Once poisoned by deadly toxin, the unsuspecting victim forcefully initiated into coven.


    You: Items arrived broken. Seller unhelpful and rude!!
    Seller: Items exactly as seen in photos! Time waster! Avoid!!!
    You: Seller made threats! Reported!!
    Later, door smashed in, he’s here, vulture mask, knife.
    The last words you hear before your throat is sliced open:
    “Leave me bad feedback, eh time waster?”

  11. Monsters under the bed

    Dylan had been put to bed by his father for fear of the monsters under the bed.
    Later, he woke up for a wee-wee . His feet tapped the floor lightly clambering out of bed.
    One step is what he took before he was swept silently from underneath the bed.

  12. Bloody Wagers…

    Screams filled the dark space. In the corner, a bloodied body faced me. It was no longer alive. In the distance, I could hear a man speaking.

    “If you enjoyed that gruesome kill, the beast certainly has more in store.”

    Then, someone tugged my chain.

    “You’re next,” They laughed, devilishly.

  13. Bad dream
    I’m laying in bed, my eyes are getting heavy. I feel a hand reach under the covers lightly tickling the bottoms of my feet. Panicking I raise up to see a pale white figure with no face standing over top of me humming the words to “twinkle… Twinkle… Little Star…”

  14. burned alive
    Something doesn’t feel right. You open your eyes from a deep sleep. Everything is on fire and slowly working its way towards you. Sleep paralysis has taken control of your body and you cant get up to runaway. Forced to lay there watching, smelling, and hearing as you burn alive.

  15. Let Me In

    I pound on the front door on my neighbor’s house.
    “Please!” I scream, knowing that I won’t be saved in time. I still try anyways. “Help me! Let me in! Wake up!”

    As I die hidden from sight, I see my neighbor open the door and let my murderer inside.

  16. Stuck in a Loop

    I’m going to die, I think as I notice the blade the masked person produces. We are in a dead-end street with no light. I notice another figure coming when I’m stabbed… I grow limp and stare at myself, carrying a broken piece of glass and slitting my murderer’s throat.

  17. Circus closed
    A young boy lost under the bleachers. the smell of popcorn fills the air. a glove rest on his shoulder. behind him a white face, red nose, and rainbow hair. no help the smile moves towards him. a balloon shoved in his face. the crowd muffles the boys screams.

  18. Midnight snack
    a young girl late at night taking a shortcut home. a man behind her grabs her and moves his mouth to her neck. he sinks his fangs in she doesn’t make a sound. slowly she goes pale her body falls limp and her eyes fog and gently close.

  19. Dinner
    I’m staring at the ceiling. my visions blurry I can’t feel my body, I can’t move. the figures above me are laughing enjoying the company of the others, forks and knives coming at me. their taking chunks they put it in their mouths. I’m watching as they eat me

  20. Floating
    Abandoned left floating. the water is freezing making my body numb. it’s so dark I can’t tell where the shore is, I’m tired and my arms are heavy. a hand grabs my leg slowly pulling me under. I can’t fight I watch as my air leaves and the surface fades.

  21. Agoraphobia

    My lungs catch fire as the air thins. My heart pounds, slowly being dragged upward until its thumping fills my ears. Puddles form in my hands, my pits, my thighs. Caterpillars are chewing through my stomach. They morph into butterflies. Trapped by my ribs, they burst inside of my chest.

  22. Mars
    “Caves will be ideal habitats for the first humans on Mars.” That statement proved false; the latter part, not the former. Fresh off the historic landing, the NASA-led crew went straight for the closest cave, only to find it occupied—stacked to the rear and roof with mummified human bodies.

  23. Limbs
    My legs have been replaced with prosthetics. There’s still pain, but I get around better than before, with springy bounds. I spring-sprint to the drugstore; buy gauze and painkillers. Back home, the workbench vice holds my left arm. My right hands holds the saw. The new arm will be better.

  24. The Box
    I’m not afraid of the dark. That isn’t the problem. The insects don’t bother me either. Though from time to time, I reflexively shake them off. The box is not even that claustrophobic. The problem is the six feet of dirt on top of the box.

  25. “You Are Not Dreaming”


    “Hey-Ivana, is that you? I’m trying to sleep!”


    “Why are you in the dark in the corner like that?”


    “What… what is that?!”


    “Holy God. I have to be dreaming.”


    When the screaming began, Ivana, gratefully and trembling, stayed very quiet inside the closet.

  26. “The Paper House”
    The window is open. Everything is fastened before bed. Yet, here in the late hours I stare at its maw agape and its curtains thrashing. What demon crawled, clawed or danced inside? The night breaths its cryptic answer into my home with a low keening moan. The window is open.

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