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• Story may not be published elsewhere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.
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Good luck, and let the writing begin.
HERE IS THE WINNER
I have picked 4 stories. They all have times and days on them. If the winner does not respond by Friday 11/22/19 the money will go to the next story on the list. Here are the top 4 stories in order. ONLY OUR 1st PLACE WINNER gets the $500. Also, so this insanity never happens again, the winner will be invited back next year to be one of the judges.
WINNER 1st Place:
Kit Steward 10/13/19 5:20 pm
THE MIDNIGHT INCUBATOR
She heard mushy sounds for days and suffered from unbearable itchiness.
A doctor’s visit revealed earwig pupae nesting in her ear canal, it was flushed out.
Later, weary from stress, she crawled into bed.
That night while she slept, the creature returned.
And finding the eggs missing, it laid more.
2nd Place:
Elizabeth Lee 09/24/19 4:36 pm
Secondhand Doll
She didn’t want a secondhand doll so she flung it across the room. Porcelain cracked against the wall. Her mom made her glue the pieces back together. A thin shard sliced her hand, baptizing the doll in her hateful blood. The secondhand doll decided she didn’t want an ungrateful child.
3rd Place:
Alexander Daley Escobedo 10/25/19 3:38pm
Heirloom
We Buried my brother today. Suicide. He thought something evil was haunting him. He’d been medicated, institutionalized, shocked and secluded. He found his own way out. I wish I could tell him I’m sorry. Or had listened more closely. Because, when I got home, it was on my couch. Laughing.
4th place:
JB 10/25/19 8:12pm
TITLE: RESEVOIR
We should have known something was wrong when we first tasted the water. It was a little brown, but no more than usual in this apartment complex.
We kept drinking it until it turned black.
When they opened the water tank, they found the bloated, rotting corpse of my neighbor.
We usually always contact the winners first, but after all the trouble, we are opening up the process. I am again, very sorry for how late this is. I did not expect 4000 stories. Next year I will be ready.
The Blood
He was falling asleep in bed and heard a scream downstairs. He ran downstairs to see what the scream was. He saw a trail of blood leading outside. He followed the trail of blood outside. The trail of blood went into the bushes. He was shocked at what he found.
THE COLLECTOR
He has been staring at you for a while, hasn’t he? I see it’s making you uncomfortable.
Worry not, I’ll move him up a shelf.
Gazing at your eyes now that you’re part of my collection doesn’t do it for me. I guess I liked them better down your brows.
SAVED BY THE UNKNOWN
A killer’s prey almost died after escaping and falling from a cliff.
She’d been found by people who claimed they saw someone asking for help and pointing to her direction. That person wasn’t seen again when they got there.
Sometimes, people should worry more about the living than the dead.
The Neighbor
“The creepy neighbor is moving,” my husband said. “He’s got a U-Haul.” I nosily crept to the window to spy. As he loaded a large rug, it slipped. A head fell out and rolled down the ramp. When he turned to retrieve it, his eyes met mine. He smiled, chillingly.
The Not-So Funhouse
The hall is too dark. The theater lights running along the bottom of the funhouse mirrors do little to help. ‘Why did I come in here?’
I hear the footsteps echoing behind me and catch of glimpse of it reflected in the mirrors.
“Please no.”
Laughter echoes all around me.
Under the Dark
Wielding my hunting rifle, I wait for them. Still, after ages of penance, they never come. A dead fog swallows the trees. My cabin, secluded, has shielded me. Or has it kept me a hostage within its walls? Moaning, they beg me outside. Tonight, I finally leave.
Community Service
I work in the kitchen at the homeless shelter. I cook freshly slaughtered meat for these poor souls. As the town population grows smaller, our homeless folks are getting healthier. Truth be told, I never lie. I serve the homeless community with blood, sweat and tears. Just not my own.
That’s Strange
A long, loud cry filled the air. Some poor wretched wolf was howling again on Halloween. Since the animal only howled once a year, there is no need to fret.
Suddenly, all is quiet. That’s strange. Something must be terribly wrong. If you investigate further, you’d find a decapitated wolf.
“Nowhere to Go But Down”
Shivers shot down my spine as all the doors closed around me.
I was in pitch darkness.
A sharp scream pierced the air followed by an evil laugh.
I felt someone’s breath on me, but I couldn’t see them.
Suddenly, the floor gave away.
I fell to my untimely death.
Lurking Shadows
It was hiding.
Perhaps in the walls, or behind a door.
Waiting to take her.
Her brother was in the dark now.
Her light landed on a mess of blonde and bloody hair.
She awoke to find her brother.
She looked to the shadows.
Something winked and pulled her in.
The abandoned house
On Halloween night, a group of kids went to an abandoned house, when they went in they were freaked out. All of them were walking and then they heard a noise not just any noise a loud laugh. They all went towards it and then got their heads chopped off.
P.S. I forgot to add a title
Devils Eye
His eyes opened wide to see through the fog.
No sound was made but the quiet of his breath.
He felt his heart pounding inside.
But when he turned around the shrill scream became louder than he.
Then the claw ripped from the sky.
And stared with it’s red eyes.
Blood Hound
He stared at her unblinking.
Something here wasn’t quite right.
He was the one who was holding the knife.
She stepped back, and froze.
Something had held her in place.
The eyes of the monster shown red with the blood of those it had killed.
She screamed as it ripped.
“Spectral Longings”
Shuffling closer, moved by an otherworldly force that compelled stiffened joints to loosen, a stagnant breath from her rotted lungs gurgled speech through her mangled throat.
“I… want… to hold you.”
What did it matter that he’d killed her, hugging her neck so?
She only wanted to hug him back.
“Camping”
This morning, no trace of my friends when I crawl from my tent. Furious, I walk around calling them. The ground gives way beneath me and I land, broken, in a deep pit. I scream. The hideous thing looks over the edge, fangs dripping blood, Katie’s head in its mouth.
Pins and Needles
He was pinning.
Pinning up the lights and the pictures with his sister.
His parents came around to ask where his sister was.
He said he didn’t know.
Next he pinned both eyes, and both ears, and lips.
He didn’t want her to fall from the wall.
She kept smiling.
The Tub
I dot my finger on the water, watching ripples circle around until they reach the rim.I grab for the towel as a ripple appears on its own, splashing against the side of the tub. The light flickers above me. I feel a slight pull on my foot and then.
Dollhouse
I open the door. A painted smile stretches across her face. The door shuts. She whispers through the wall “come with me”. I’m frozen in fright. My eyes stop blinking, time stops ticking. The door opens, my overdone smile spreads. The door closes as tears roll down my porcelain cheeks.
Blood is Thicker Than Paint
The pencil scratched paper and the person became one.
Flesh and bone in the drawing and blood that dripped along.
Until the artist realized the blood wasn’t pencil led.
They looked up at the body hanging from the ceiling.
The artist put a finger to their lips.
Drawing on skin.
At the Movies
He was so sweet. Her heart was racing as he shyly brushed her hand where it met his in the tub of popcorn. She turned to gaze at him and he smiled. What an odd smile, she thought. As a third hand grasped theirs, his eyes grew cold.
Oh, Crap
This was a stupid idea. I yell at people in movies who go down to the basement. It’s just that there’s no other way to figure out what that smell is. It’s the middle of the day and all the lights work. Wait, is that…
Worst Nightmare
She was standing in front of the class, naked. She had this dream often, so why couldn’t she wake up this time? They were all laughing The teacher looked embarrassed. Wait, that wasn’t usually part of the dream. Oh God, she thought. My mother mentioned something about sleepwalking last night…
LOL
GHOST CALLING HIS MURDERER
Passing through the dark woods, amid night after unsuccessful search of his lost child, Jinu was terror-stricken. Suddenly, he heard echo of voice of kid calling “DAD…DAD..” But,he could not find kid. Then,he saw call on mobile with name showing “Ghost Calling”.He died on the spot.
Urban Legends
“Oh, stop crying,” her mother said. “It’s just a doll.”
“Mama, it’s like the doll in the story. Her nails are going to grow long and stab me!”
Her mother rolled her eyes and left. When the screaming started, she ignored it. She’d paid a lot for that doll.
The End
Her footsteps echoed off the walls as she ran. She reached a dead-end.
“You’d presume you would remember your way around here.” His footsteps echoed closer in the dark. She felt his hot breath on her cheek. He drew his knife.
He whispered, “Although you made my job considerably . . . easier.”
Three Rules
“ Is this danger!? what were the rules?”
*crack* run
“ a gut feeling”
*Crack* Faster
“ animals quiet”
*crack* and faster
“The truck is here!”
, but he froze. nails dug into his shoulder
“ who!? Sarah isn’t tall ,david isn’t black and skin shouldn’t boil !?”
A voice spoke.
“ third ,The wind stops blowing.”
TIME LIMIT
I was grabbing the gold when all of a sudden I heard footsteps coming towards me I hid as fast as I could. They came in like a hurricane I couldn’t tell what was happening, I was just sitting there and then it was over and I was in handcuffs.
I Always Have That Same Dream…
She flipped the switch, but the lightbulb was dead. This was the third light she’d tried. A crushing sense of dread hit her, then her body froze. This was exactly like her dream. She tried to shake herself awake but it didn’t work this time. Something laughed behind her…
Prayer
“Do you think a prayer will save you?” asked a figure in the shadows.
My lips still moved involuntarily.
The floor creaked as the man approached the bed.
“It wards off demons. The thing is… ” -the blood from his knife fell on my forehead- “I am just a human.”
MADE FOR EACH OTHER
Waking up on the concrete floor naked, chains sweetly tight, she sets down another bowl of cat food. I scarf it down and purr, as she digs her high heel into my crotch. She sprinkles acid in my face. It burns, I smile. She is the love of my life.
The Camp
Tom spent his life in this camp until he got banished. Ever since he tried to get revenge on that camp. When he passed his body was buried outside the camp. He arose wanting to kill. He hopped a fence and was greeted instantly. He was hit from behind. Shattered.
Gifted Gardener
The grass was always greener on the other side of the fence. Of course no one knew what made it that way. Andy knew. It was his secret to keep. All those who laughed at him, are no longer laughing. Nature has its own way of recycling. Nothing is wasted.
The wind howled and a thump came from upstairs I went to check it out. As I made up the stairs I had realized the sound was coming from the room. I made it to the door, hesitating then I worked up the nerve so I opened it and AH!
THE MADE MIDGET
The splats on the night street with his massacred leg stumps were the only things you could hear over the roar of the chainsaw following him through the dark, following the trail of blood he was leaving behind.
“Here, Midgey!”
The chainsaw revved and shot out bloody chunks of ligaments.
The Death Of Me
I was pushed down as I felt blood drip down on my dress. I looked up to see Hadley, she was holding a knife in one hand and poison in the other. I was scared for my life as she gave me a creepy smile, and my throat was slashed.
I love it
The stranger
I wake up and find myself in a barn the first thing I do is try to open the door that didn’t work so I walked the path and get a phone call from somebody he says look behind you then there he stood behind me with a bloody knife.
The dark sky
It was the darkest night sky ever. It is Friday the 13th. I thought I was fine but BAM! I was gone. Gone forever. Gone from you and gone forever. But one thing I can do is haunt you. In your everyday life. You will never feel ok ever again.
A shrill cry echoed in the mist. I had been running for hours already and had gotten separated from my friends. I heard screams all around me. I knew instantly that I was next. I slowed to a stop and waited. I called to him. “I’m right here my love!”
THE MOTHER
Rose crept up the stairs. She went down the long hall, through the garage, to the door. She took deep breaths and then opened up the door. Finding nothing. ´´GET OUT!´´ Her mother hissed! ´´What did I tell you about opening the door?´´ The door shut and she fell slowly.
Love it
Babysat
The hissing and scratching definitely came from the babymonitor. Softly, I opened the door. Yellow eyes, just above the crib. Something brushed my leg; I nearly screamed. Just the cat, thank God! I went to tuck in baby. Two yellow eyes held mine. “Nighty night,” it crooned, ever so softly.
Banished From The Camp
Tom spent his life in this camp until he got banished. Ever since he wanted revenge on “The Camp”. When he passed his body was buried outside the camp. He arose wanting to kill. He hopped a fence and was greeted instantly. He was hit from behind. Shattered.
The Scream
The wind howled and a thump came from upstairs I went to check it out. As I made it up the stairs I had realized the sound was coming from the room. I made it to the door, hesitating then I worked up the nerve so I opened it and AH!
The End
The Old Little House
As I crept down the stairs, into the house, I first saw a clown sitting when he jumped on me. I jumped up as I saw Ben in a cell. I ran to him not about to realize the tall man. He stopped me and tied me up to Ben.
¿ A Dream ?
–
The figure approaches me, my head is spinning. His sharp claws stab into my skin and I begin to scream, “LET GO!” I try to pull away from his strong grasp but it’s no use. I can feel the pain coming to a stop, and then I opened my eyes.
–
I love it
Love Note
“I keep hearing this creepy scraping noise from the basement. I’ve called a repair man in case it’s the the heater. I’m sure it’s nothing, but it’s really weirding me out. Don’t go down there until he gets here. Love you.” She knew the curiosity would kill him.
The Board!
Lets play Ouija Board Guys ! Weird things started to happen … Dishes falling everywhere screaming from random rooms and then… I saw a horrible look swain he was following Jane I tried to scream but something was pulling me back.I looked away for a second and look back she was gone…
Love It!
The Stranger
I wake up and find myself in a barn the first thing I do is try to open the door that didn’t work so I walked the path and get a phone call from somebody he says look behind you then there he stood behind me with a bloody knife.
The lights flicker again but this time it wasn’t the old light hanging from the ceiling it was the mask just floating there the man slowly turned his head to Jimi and pulled the knife right out of his throat “plop” Jimis body went to the ground I’m definitely doomed!
The Notes
I was given a note when I woke up from a creepy hospital. It told me to go to an abandoned cemetery. When I got there I was given another note that said I needed to find my boyfriend or he would die. I did my best to save him.
Voicemail
Sydney listened to a voicemail from an unknown number. She heard nothing, until she started hearing intense breathing.
“Hello?” she asked.
The breathing began crying. “I need help,” a girl sobbed. “He’s coming back!”
Sydney stopped the message when she heard screaming. She was tired of prank calls.
Keepin’ it real
This year I was gonna go all out for Halloween. That prize was finally gonna be mine! Skulls, bags of blood, severed heads, magotty eyeballs, black fingers… the front lawn was gonna look like a freakin’ massacre. I opened the freezer and admired my prep work. Time to start decoratin’!
Last cheers
I killed him with our favourite beer bottle. Heading to the sink to wash all the blood away there seemed to be more. Feeling drowsy now maybe it was the alcohol, reaching for the towel I fell on the floor the I saw was my wrist getting more wet.
Rubber Ducky
“Mommy, where’s my rubber ducky?”
“I don’t know, dear. I’ll look.” She dips her hand into the bathtub. Shreds of yellow rubber swirl in the wake. She stiffens as she hears gulping sounds, and the bathroom walls reverberate with her screams as a slimy tentacle slithers from the drain hole.
Never dreaming
I ran for my life in fear. I could hear her behind me with talon-like nails scraping at the earth. I saw her bald head in the distance smiling. She got closer and I tripped. She stood above me. I woke up in my bed, but I hadn’t fallen asleep.
Revenge
He wakes from dreams of blood and earthworms with his head screaming. He cannot move. Below the neck everything buried in cold wet earth. He looks up. Huge shoulders. Black eyes. No, no. Dirt fills his eyes and mouth as he tries to scream. A maniacal laugh swallowed by thunder.
Forced Suicide
The voices grow louder in my head saying things like: “Kill her!” and “She must die!” I struggle against them, as they force me to grab the pill bottle. No luck.
I take one, take two, take ten, take twenty. I quake, dying is torture. And it’s all their fault.
Ashlyn’s Corpse
I’m glad we can finally talk, just you and I. I’ve been wanting to talk for a long time. Can I give you a kiss, or is it too soon? I’m sorry, I’m just not very good at first dates. But is it too soon to say I love you?
Nature Center
While you count the owl bodies nailed to the ceiling, the old man counts the bones of your neck. “Yes, these will do nicely.” He’s holding a handful of dead bees. He’s just an old man. A door to the basement. Is it a basement? Something brushes your shoulder. “Yes.”
Flirting With Death
The cold breath of Death tickles my neck, his icy fingers trace my spine. I inhale sharply. His spirit dances around me, until he faces me. He takes my face in his hands, I hold my breath in anticipation. His eyes bear through my skull, frying my brain. Sweet relief.
Sky scrapers
Standing over the edge of the city, guilty. People below me screamed.
“Don’t do it!”
I trembled as I leaned closer over building, the streets below seemed so far.
“Don’t-”
I made the signal and twenty three bombs fell from my planes. I loved watching the people burn in explosions.
“Sinema”
The cinema was vast and exquisitely cold, to the degree that snowflakes blossomed in the air. The audience shivered watching their sins flicker upon the screen. Their eyes were frozen open, unable to look away from the celluloid evidence of their atrocities.
Ever the gracious host, the Devil brought popcorn.
Windows to the Soul
He gazed longingly at her. “God, your eyes are so beautiful,” she said. “I wish this moment could last forever.” She sighed happily as she pulled the syringe out of his arm. Then she headed over to her bag for the jar of formaldehyde and her favorite sharp spoon.
It’s Just Too Rich
I rock back and forth, my arms trembling. I can feel the bile rising in my throat. I shudder and swallow, trying in vain to keep from throwing up. I put my hand in front of my mouth. Then it all comes out. I guess you can’t eat human flesh.
Don’t Worry
The house is empty. Don’t worry about the thump upstairs. The cat staring at the ceiling. The darkness twitching like a muscle. Dark is just absence of light. Absence of skin. Your hands choke the sheets as something massive crawls up your chest. Nothing there. A voice whispers. “Help me.”
She stares back
My eyes opened to see a young girl staring back. Her hair knotted, her eyes black and beady. Her clothes were drenched in blood, a knife gripped in her hand. I jumped back afraid of what might happen but she jumped back too. The girl in the mirror was me.
THE SECRET
She’d worked tirelessly on the project for decades, a quest to unlock the secrets of DNA. Finally, one fine day in Spring, she broke through the chain of cellular safeguards and found the message at the core of every man, woman and child on Earth.
“Property of Satan Enterprises ™”
Missing
“People are going missing! What if we’re next?” My girlfriend sobbed into my chest.
“Its ok, the police will take care of it.” I comforted her.
I walked into my basement to see bodies of the missing people hanging around me, and I added my girlfriend to the hanging bunch.
The Poor Priest
Why did I agree to go with him? I knew accompanying the priest to an exorcism would be weird and uncomfortable at the least, but I didn’t know it would be this bad. The little girl snapped the cross in half….. Then she went to work on the priest. Ouch!
The Thing Outside The Door
It was early morning and Kenzie heard something outside her window. Kenzie looked down out her window and saw something green it was standing at the front door. Kenzie walked to the door, opened the door slightly. She saw a Zombie, Kenzie screamed at the top of her lungs, “Zombie!!!”.
“Memento”
The finest lover she’d ever known had been Chloe, a queen of piercings and ink, of pearling and scarification, and when Chloe left, Lucy kept the best of her for herself.
The forked tongue had begun to rot, yes, but the feel of it upon her sex was still thrilling.
The Fire
I poked the fire to keep it alive. It’s dyeing flames danced across the coals keeping me distracted. The fire gave into ashes and I sat alone in the cold. My company had been burned by this very fire, these were their ashes. I checked them off my kill list.
“The Abyss”
I hoped she’d pop like a balloon, but there was just a soft sigh as tension parted the subcutaneous tissue like wet spongecake and the amniotic sac ruptured. I saw my son in there, dead before his mother, and I stared into the abyss, waiting for it to stare back.
The many ways to die…. or kill
You could die being burned alive, or by a gunshot. But I thats not my style. It’s not as fun as it used to be. I like keeping them alive as I scrape their skin off, pop their eyes out, and hang em over a running faucet. Much more pleasing.
THE INTRUDER
My heart was pounding out of my chest I don’t know how he didn’t hear me from the closet. I heard the door to my room slam open.
“I know you’re in here”
He shot his gun into the roof. I waited sitting completely still, until the closet door opened.
Graves
“Keep it moving!” He commanded us. My back ached from digging for so long. The others around me looked tired.
Finally the hole was deep enough. We lined up around it and the gun men stood behind us.
Blasts filled the air and we dropped dead in our own grave.
“Love”
She enjoyed sweet clarity as he came endlessly, the scaled sac of his balls like the magic porridge pot. She let his sourness fill her, willingly, and as it streamed from her nose and filled her cranial channels until her eyes dislodged, with her last ecstatic breath, she thanked him.
Devil’s Lake
We’re in a little rowboat. Years ago the lake started filling with corpses. The old and decrepit. Walking themselves into the warm water with a sigh. How did we get here? She smiles. Rowing with gravitas like someone who has done this before, above the hair of a stranger’s grandfather.
Bite
The vampire stared at Andre with envious eyes as he waded into the overgrown fountain. At least, he was safe. But for how long? Andre couldn’t remain in the fountain forever, and—”Hiss…” Andre turned to face a new pair of eyes, helpless as the venomous snake pulled him underwater.
The Target
It was a night to remember Lia had a feeling someone was watching her. She heard someone say she’s the target. Lia starts to run and run and run, she turns around to see someone with a gun in their hand. Lia tripped, the man was getting closer to Lia.
Scream
As I ran through the old decrepit house I knew someone followed me. The full moon shone through the shattered windows and I could hear footsteps creeping closer as I hid in the bedroom. Shaking uncontrollably I could feel my whole body convulsing. BANG! His fist pounded through the door.
But the 31st everything changes. Alyssa Mills a victim of this .
Alyssa had a dream that she had died. Everyone was telling her she didn’t but she saw herself die! But halloween, the same thing happened but she was awake…
I died mom! I fell off a chair and died!
“Mother’s Day”
The father, I disembowelled, unleashing his guts to slither to the carpet in a greasy tangle. The daughter, I strangled and violated, in that order. To the twins, I gave identical beheadings.
I killed them all but one. I let my son live, his lifetime of PTSD my sweet reward.
Ticking Clock
You wake up in a corn maze. How did I get here? You ask yourself. You notice your watch is moving backwards, like you are running out of time. Then it gets faster, faster, faster, and faster. You try your best to make it out, but it is too late.
I was under the porch when he yelled “I will find you.” thinking he knew where I was I ran inside to hind in the closet when he said “I will find you” as he broke the door to the closet and took his mask off and smiled at me.
Curious George
George started thinking to himself “I knew I shouldn’t have come into these woods alone”. George’s friends had told him not go into the woods and that they were haunted, but George wouldn’t listen. He thought it was all a joke. George never came back, but George was too curious.
My worst nightmare coming to life:
I was walking home at night through a forest and I hear footsteps behind me. I thought I was imagining it but then I saw someone behind a tree. I started running and the figure started running towards me with something in their hands. I felt something at my ankles.
Exposed
In down covers, she snuggled against the sudden chill to keep her head covered. If she couldn’t see it, it couldn’t see her. As sharp boney fingers scraped at the blanket’s edge, she stifled a scream. Opening her eyes, exposed, the blanket floated above and a hand grabbed her ankle.
Someday Soon
We will have just sat down to dinner when it happens: a fissure in the heart. I’ll look at you and try to speak, tell you a million sweet things before I go. I’ll see the panic grow as you realize what’s happening and the pain of things left unsaid.
The Ducks
Once upon a time, a group of boys went to a lake to kill some ducks for fun.
The poor ducks were killed instantly by the heavy rocks they were thrown at.
There was a lady watching and she was furious.
She got a chainsaw and started cutting them.
“Guess”
I was in my old home when a woman covered my eyes and said “guess who it is”. The voice was all too familiar, it was my mother’s voice; Now I was very afraid , for I’ve been told she was gone long ago . She then plucked out my eyes.
The Clock
Twelve innocents arranged on the floor, coated in wax.
Chains and rope bind them close.
They writhe and moan in stray hope.
All eyes awake on the couple.
“Darling, we’ve really outdone ourselves this time.”
“We have my dear. Now light the match.”
Screams as the clock strikes midnight.
Happy Anniversary
She calls me from the basement.
She.
A dark, lustful creature.
She scrapes the walls and screams my name.
Her dreadful noise makes my skin crawl.
I fear she may escape.
But not today.
I keep the key.
I once knew the pleasures of her flesh.
So did many others.
The Monster
I see a monster, it’s sitting down on the ground with bloody-red on the floor with only the moonlight shining. Revealing only a monster’s body. The moonlight finally grew bright enough to revealing bodies of my friends. I screamed, but it then turned to laughter. I am the monster.
Spare a Coin?
Halloween.
Tonight it rides.
It wields a human spine and drives a black coach.
Its head, held aloft in its bloody hand, will speak the names of those who do not make an offering of gold.
I hear it coming.
I am wrought with fear for my pockets are empty.
We lost
It started as a game.
My daughter would hide in the shadows and shout “Boo!”
I pretended to be scared.
She would always laugh.
One time, she thought I wouldn’t see her in the water.
She died.
Sometimes I still see her hiding.
But she’s not playing anymore.
“A Day’s End”
I always die before the day ends, that’s just the way it is. The end of the day is drawing near, its too close to an end. I’m afraid what will happen if there is a tomorrow. It’s almost midnight I’m starting to hear voices, and then I wake up.
Is It Home?
It’s a normal day, I’d just gotten home from school when I got home my mom wasn’t there (4:22), assuming that she had overtime today, taking off my shoes putting them in the closet and leave it open,(7:15) noticing the closed-door whispering“that door was just open”
‘Love’
“You better wear it today. If you don’t, I’ll wrap my hand around your pretty little throat and I’ll squeeze so hard that you’ll be gasping and clawing at my hand for air. So wear it.”
Kayla gasped as his hand collided with her neck.
“Okay..okay, I’ll wear it.”
A Large Pot
The old witch stirred a brew of herbs in a large pot. Tonight’s menu: cooked ravens. Two ravens came and landed near the pot. They eyed the witch with interest, squawked loudly to distract her, and pushed her with their sharp beaks into the large pot. Tonight’s menu: cooked witch.
“Keep Running”
Running… tripping over roots of trees before me…getting snagged on branches every quick turn taken…gasping for air from lack of oxygen to my lungs.
The person draws nearer every step. I reach out desperately; I grab something. Hearing her admirable screams, I plunge my knife into her back.
“Caring Parents”
When she opened her eyes she saw two figures sitting next to the bed.
“Mom, dad? What is wrong?”
The parents did not answer. The air in the room stiffened.
A sudden lightning illuminated the room showing the bodies devoid of their eyes. Her scream was deafened by the thunder.
THE ENCOUNTER
Anthony’s walk became a sprint as the silence of the night was interrupted by the out-of-place clop of a hoof. Safe at home but still shaking, he peered out his window and saw the distinct characteristics of a well-known figure in Trinidad folklore. He had just encountered a La Diablesse.
Not A Soul
Her breath increased, along with her heart. Morgan was walking up behind her. “I want to be partners with Liza,” he said. She could hear that he was smiling. He pressed a hand on her shoulder. She knew he was planning to kill her, and she couldn’t tell a soul.
Hatch
Below his skull and between his eyes,
laid a solitary egg.
Engorged and ever growing
Inside of this mans head.
It sucked and fed
and of course
It grew bigger every day.
It split by girth
the pain of birth
The headaches now never went away.
They never went away.
The Murderer
I was there, I could see the tear’s dripping down his eyes with the knife in his stomach then suddenly, I get pulled from behind I tried to get free but it was already too late he had already stabbed me in the back I couldn’t breathe or feel anything.