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Oh, did we think I forgot? I didn’t xD I just haven’t gotten around to writing a blog for the past few days! I’ve been super busy doing Kinktober commissions. Anyway, I wanted to go ahead and throw you guys out your horror writing prompts. If you enjoy any of them, please write them up and link back to my blog ❤ I’d love to read them!

October 1st: A girl goes missing in the woods and her parents find only a decrepit and scary doll left behind. They soon learn that the doll is actually their daughter. And she’s alive. (credit to all prompts for 1-4 found here)

October 2nd:

October 3rd: A young brother and sister find an old door in their basement that wasn’t there before.

October 4th:

 

So, there we go! There are four prompts for you to work with, and I would love to see what you can come up with in relation to them! 

Until I see your responses! I can’t wait!

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horror-promptsHey, everyone! So, I warned you, and I’m keeping up with that warning. I’m going to be posting my blogs to try to get caught up as best I can. I can’t guarantee that I’m going to get everything today, but between today and tomorrow I’m hoping that I’ll manage to get completely caught up. We’ll see if I can manage, but I do think that I can! So, without any delay, here is my response to Prompt #18 – write a story about the word Death.

O, death

Won’t you spare me over for another year?

You always heard stories about an angel falling because of their arrogance, because of the fact that they didn’t care enough about the humans that the Father had put onto Earth and given such high position. You always heard stories about an angel falling because they decided that they were better than the humans that they had to watch out for and take over.

You never hear stories about an angel falling because they couldn’t do their job… because their compassion was too strong, and they couldn’t take on the human that they were supposed to pull into oblivion.

This is my story – this is my tale. I am– was a messenger of death, and I was created simply to take and ferry souls to whatever beyond they were destined for. There is not one death for heaven, but hundreds of angels who pull the souls of the dying and usher them into the next life. I never thought that I would waver from my path – I never thought that a human could sway my loyalty in such a way that I would displease the Creator… but then I met the woman with the light brown hair.

There was nothing particularly special about her – she was beautiful, as humans could be. Her light brown eyes were sick, but it wasn’t her life that I’d come for. It was the life of her brother, the man that she clung so desperately to… and for some reason, when I appeared to take him, she could see me. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat. There was the sound of a small whimper escaping her, and she shook her head fervently.

“Please!” She threw herself over his body – he was feverish, sweating, on death’s door. She looked at me, and I felt something lance through me. I could feel someone looking at me for the first time.

Even my Father hadn’t looked at me in a thousand years.

“Please… don’t take him from me. He’s all that I have.” And those light brown eyes were filling with tears of anguish and sorrow. She held out her hand to me – small, delicate, calloused from hard work and the life that she led. “Or, if you have to… take us both, please…” tears fell down her cheeks, and she continued to look at me. I felt something in my gut wrench.

Pain.

Pity.

I’d never felt those things before. I was a commander amongst the Messengers of Death, and I’d never wavered.

But I’d never been seen.

“Please… just take me, too.” And her hand still held out to me, but it meant something entirely different this time. She was offering it to me, palm up. She wanted me to take her with her brother – she wanted to leave this world if she couldn’t stay with him.

I couldn’t help it.

I knelt, but I was careful not to touch her. Instead, I shifted the white robes that I wore aside, brushing strands of icy hair from my face. “How do you see me?”

I don’t think that she understood my question. Her lower lip trembled, and she spoke softly, reverently. “You’re the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen, and that terrifies me. I…” She dropped her gaze, and something inside of me jolted. I didn’t want to be unseen again.

I didn’t want to go on in a world where no one looked at me.

“Don’t fret, human.” I stood carefully, my height making me loom over her, and the white purity of my wings fanning out around her. I swept them into the air once, and I felt a burst of coolness spill from my body.

Her brother gasped, and for a moment terror rocked through her. Just as quickly though, that faded into amazement, because he gasped again, and then took the first deep breath that he’d taken in a week. The woman looked up at me, and I could see the shock and amazement in her eyes.

I don’t think that she’d expected me to listen to her – I think that she’d expected me to take her with him, if anything. But I’d listened… and I’d disobeyed a direct disorder. I could feel the tugging of it in my chest – I wasn’t sure if I had a heart, but whatever made me exist, whatever presence I had inside of me… it was tellng me that I’d made a mistake.

Looking at the woman who was hugging her brother and weeping though, I couldn’t think that way. I couldn’t feel like I had.

I could only feel like I’d done something right, and something good. Before, I’d just done my duty, but this was something different – this was…

Goodness, just for the sake of goodness.

I couldn’t regret it.

Still, my wings were burning, and that energy inside of me felt like a torrent of air. I couldn’t catch a deep breath, I couldn’t catch anything. I looked down to the woman in front of me and had to force myself to gasp out my words.

“Be safe, now. Enjoy your life.” It was still just a human life – so fragile. So short… but at least, for a time, she could be happy. That meant something to me, which was a strange sensation. I wasn’t used to things meaning anything. My only meaning and purpose was to make sure that I followed my duties and my creator.

I’d broken that streak, and now I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I turned from the young woman to answer the call that was pounding hard in my chest, but I didn’t have to go far. Standing behind me were to faces that I knew well. Their light blue eyes and long white hair matched my own – the pendants that identified them as angels of God shone bright around their neck, the light too much for a human to gaze upon for long without being blinded. I could tell by the way that the woman behind me didn’t react that she couldn’t see them. They’d seen what happened with me, and they were taking no chance. They were cloaking themselves.

“Seraphina,” Cartial’s voice was passive, but there was something beneath it. They were enforcers – they made sure that the word and law was followed. The fact that he and Zael were here didn’t bode well for me or what I’d done.

“Cartial, why are you here? I was coming to answer the call, I-”

“You’ve disobeyed the rules.” Zael’s voice was smug – though jealousy wasn’t a thing that angels were supposed to feel, I knew that he felt it for me. I was a Commander, I was loved amongst the ranks.

Though, from the way that he spoke, I was beginning to wonder if I would be stripped of my position.

“I’m aware of that. I’m willing to face Father and explain myself.” I stood tall, proud. I knew that the light of my pendant shone brighter than both of theirs, and I knew that it had always made Zael angry.

“That won’t be necessary. Cartial?” I didn’t like the way that he said the others name, but the taller of the two stepped forward, seizing my by my arms. I instantly moved into a defensive motion, but pain rocked through me. His hand stretched forward and grabbed the pendant around my neck, and I felt the light spill from it. My power – my strength.

Only Father could have given him the ability to do this.

“It looks like Lucifer isn’t the only one who made a mistake.” Zael whispered softly – I’d blacked out from losing my light, and he was behind me. I felt his hands on my wings, and I let out a scream of agony as he jerked hard. Flesh and feather ripped away from one another, and the woman’s head ripped up to look at me.

She could see them now, and she threw herself forward, her hands trying to catch me as I fell. My pendant sparked, jolted, tried to flicker light… and she stared at my face in horror. Silvery blood poured from my back – pain lanced through me. It took me a moment to realize that I was crying.

“You gave something that wasn’t yours to give, Seraphina,” Cartial spoke, stepping forward. The woman holding me didn’t have time to react – he touched her brother’s head and the body that I’d given my wings for fell limp. Dead. I was paying a price for something that hadn’t even been done.

I didn’t understand.

“What did you… oh, God, what did you do?” She tried to stand, to run to her brother, but Zael caught her by her wrist. She screamed, one long, loud scream… and then fainted in his arms.

“If you’re so fond of your little human, maybe you should join her for a while.” He grabbed me by my throat, and I was too weak to stop him. I felt my essence being ripped from me, he’d already taken my light, and now he was taking everything that made me who I was. The limp body beside me jerked once, and I felt myself fly out… out… and into her frame.

I didn’t know if he’d kill her – I didn’t know if me entering her body had killed her, but suddenly my eyes jolted open, and I was looking at my own frame, my own ruined wings.

I was in the body of the woman whose brother I’d saved, and I could still see the two angels standing above me. Zael laughed, dropping me to the ground. His hand was still around the throat of the frame that I should have been inside, and with one clench of his fingers, it spilled into white flames and turned to ash.

My pendant fell to the floor with a clatter, all of the light gone, the silver too hot to touch.

“Enjoy your new life, Seraphina.” Zael’s smile was malicious, and Cartial didn’t stop to look at me as they turned. In a wash of wings, they were gone… and my body, my new, human body felt weak.

I collapsed, and only just managed to get my fingers out and around my pendant before I fainted.

There we go! Death, the Death angel, ripped from her body and put into that of a human. I kind of love it, what about you guys? I’d still love to see how you respond to this as well – if you do, just let me know! I’ll make sure to link back to you when I post the master post at the end of the month. For now, I won’t linger long on this. I’ll get it posted up so that I can keep on keeping on and get to the next prompt! Until then!

Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
Author Amanda McCormick

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It’s time for Day 16’s writing prompt! This time, I just linked some music and said to go crazy and have fun with it. I do enjoy some free form writing every now and then, given without any kind of influence or say. So, I’ll go ahead and get posted what I wrote!


The Chill

It’s dark and there is a chill spilling through the air. The night is crisp with it, almost cold enough to steal your breath away. Almost cold enough that you don’t want to step outside. But you do anyway because that dark sky is calling you, the stars scattered like a thousand lights caught in a dark web. It calls to you like a lover from some distant dream, writing letters in prose that you can’t quite grasp, in a language that has long since been forgotten, but that you still somehow understand.

You go out into the darkness because you don’t have a choice. The beating of your heart, the thundering in your chest is too much to ignore. It’s too much to say no to – you have to see that dark sky, and you have to know what’s calling you. You go out because you must, and because you feel like you’ll suffocate without that cold air hitting your lungs.

It’s dark when you’re outside, though – so dark that you can’t see anything but the stars. The moon is black, vanished from the sky like it’s hiding its face from what you’re about to do. After all, those who seek the darkness, those who are called by the faint whispers of the stars are never out for innocent purposes.

You’re doing something nefarious.

You’re doing something that will make a change.

You’re doing something that could paint the sky red if you do it enough.

You want to give those stars a litany in the form of a scream – not your scream, of course… but the scream of another. The night is cold, and the air is crisp… and you set to the streets in search of your next victim.


And there we are! It was a bit shorter, but that’s all right. It’s more about that perspective, about that sensation of the darkness outside calling you so fervently that you can’t help but to answer. We’ve all had urges to leave what we were doing and escape to the outside world, but so often we stamp those urges down.

Maybe that’s because if we listened, we’d end up doing something nefarious as well?

So, that’s all that I have for this writing prompt. Stay tuned, because I’m going to post the next blog with today’s writing prompt shortly after this one! If you replied to this or any of the other writing prompts that I’m posting for the month, make sure to link back to me! I want to get everything compiled together and put into a master post, so that anyone looking for some good Halloween stories can find them and enjoy!

With NaNoWriMo getting so close, it’s worth it to take any chance at practicing that you can get. I’d actually love to see this interpreted in different fashions – I’d love to see some poetry in relation to these prompts that I’m giving. Just let me know what you end up doing!

Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
Author Amanda McCormick

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Hey! Okay, this is my last blog to get properly caught up! And I have to say, it’s been pretty fun. This should actually push me over 3,000 words for the day, so that is a pretty nice accomplishment. It’s good to get into the practice of writing a lot of words, because I really like to write more than the required 1667 for NaNo. My motivation for the month is to finish my novel. I haven’t finished a novel at 50k words since I was a teenager.

Anyway, let’s get straight to the prompt. It’s Day 15 in the Horror Prompts for October, and I thought that we’d have another fun list to play with today. I really enjoy them myself – it gives you a loose idea without really filling in the blanks.

I adore seeing how everyone manages to do that all on their own.


Prompt #15

Animal, Hunting, Stalked, Trap, Mistake, Tree, Bleeding, Shriek, Growl, Pounce


So, there we go. This should give us a good scene in the woods – whether you’re the hunter or the hunted is up to what you want to write. I can’t wait to see it.

Make sure if you end up doing any of my prompts that you tell me. I’m going to make a list of all of the responses at the end of the month, so we can have a big compilation of horror stories, for anyone who is really in the Halloween mood and wants to get their fix.

Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
Author Amanda McCormick

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And… let’s get straight into the next writing prompt. This is for Day 14 of my 31 Days of Horror Prompts for October, and I’m actually pretty delighted with it. I’m probably going to carry this on further, but I cut myself off short before I ended up writing another 2000 word writing prompt.

So, without any delay, let me go ahead and get straight into it!


I could feel the darkness without looking out the window, but the dying crimson light disappeared from the open windows as I stared at the room beside me.

Even with the door closed, I knew that the fight was going to come – even with the door closed, I knew that I wasn’t going to be safe.

When the lights went out he came, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to resist him this time.

I closed my eyes as the last of the sunlight dissipated, and took a shuddering breath.

I didn’t open them when I heard the door creak open, and I didn’t open them as I heard footsteps almost as silent as a shadow approach me. I clenched them shut all the tighter when I felt fingers carefully thread through my hair, and heard his rich voice spilling into the silence around me.

“It’s almost like you don’t want to see me. Hm,” I felt his lips tickle along my cheek, and I shivered at the sensation of it. “But something tells me that you do.” Those lips played at my earlobe for a moment, and I shuddered, my hands digging harder into the arms of the couch. “After all, you didn’t leave the house, and you could have. You waited for me.”

And I had.

I told myself that it was because today was going to be the day that I made him leave – today was going to be the day that I did something about how he was still here, how he was always here… but I knew that I was fooling myself. From the first moment that he’d touched me, I knew that I was fooling myself.

He was a spirit, forever trapped in this house – he was a specter who could appear only once the lights went down, and I’d been addicted to him from the moment I moved in.


Sometimes the things that hide in the dark are a reflection of our own desire. I’m actually kind of excited to write more for this story.

Make sure to tag back to my blog if you end up doing it, so that I can make a proper compilation of what we’ve done at the end of the month. It’ll be amazing to get all of our work together!

Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
Author Amanda McCormick

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Hey everyone! It’s Day 12 of my 31 Horror Prompts for October series, and I’m so glad that you’ve stuck with me so far. I’m going to get right into it, because I’m posting late again. I thought that I would change up the tone of what the prompts have been asking for, though… so, let’s get right to it!


Prompt #12

The water bubbled and roiled, and a scream erupted from behind you at what rose from the ocean’s depths.


Oooo, yeah. I love scary water prompts. They actually make me pretty happy, because I love to change things up. These are really good practice for NaNoWriMo, because you’re getting yourself to think, you’re getting yourself to write!

Make sure if you end up doing any of my prompts that you tell me. I’m going to make a list of all of the responses at the end of the month, so we can have a big compilation of horror stories, for anyone who is really in the Halloween mood and wants to get their fix.

Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
Author Amanda McCormick

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Day Eleven’s prompt was something that ended up inspiring me to go back to my story about the Nightmares, a series I’m calling Mr. Teeth and Claws. I’m really enjoying writing about these two, and it’s already developing into a novel. I hope that you guys don’t mind that some of these stories connect! I will get right to it, though, since I’m posting this late again!


The light from the cellphone was the only thing illuminating the darkness. Corbin wasn’t sure why Jackson’s room was so dark, other than the fact that the lights were all out. Maybe the younger boy had the same penchant for thick curtains that he’d always had. He’d never been able

The light from my cellphone was the only thing illuminating the darkness. I wasn’t sure why Jackson’s room was pitch black, other than the fact that the lights were all out. There was nothing come in from the curtains – I had to wonder if my little brother had the same penchant for blackout curtains that I had.

I had to wonder if that was a trait that we’d inherited from our father, without realizing it. There were still so many things that I didn’t have an answer for – the Nightmare wasn’t volunteering information… he wasn’t even letting me have a properly intelligent conversation with him when I was around him. And I couldn’t resist it. It was like when I was in his presence, I was sucked into his desires, and his will.

There were things in the shadows that you couldn’t ignore, and what the Nightmare wanted was the thing that trumped it all.

But still, I had to check on Jackson’s room. He’d said that the other Nightmare was in here, but that he was willing to banish it. I had to bring him, though. I was his way to walk wherever he desired, It seemed like I was just a vessel for his desires. I wasn’t sure how I felt about – it didn’t really matter though. My feelings on the subject weren’t important… what was important was the fact that I needed to take care of Jackson… and I couldn’t do that without the Nightmares help. I couldn’t get rid of the thing creeping under his bed if he didn’t help me.

I still didn’t know how name. It was a hard thing, not knowing what to call him – I couldn’t even curse him properly, because calling him Nightmare only seemed to amuse him. I could do nothing but subjugate myself to his whim and hope that in the end, he would listen to what I was saying… that in the end, he would really help Jackson.

I knew that I was giving up my soul to make that happen, and I knew that I was giving up my freedom now for just the chance of it, but it was worth it. My brother had never been anything but innocent… and it wasn’t as though I was making much of a different in the world, anyway.

It was a depressive thought, and I actually heard laughter spilling from behind me, from my own shadow that he seemed to have melded into. I didn’t have time to think about it… because Jackson’s room was pitch dark, but I could hear a rustling sound in front of me.

I raised my phone up, the beams of light spilling from the flashlight the only thing that gave me any vision. There was a part of me that didn’t want to. There was a part of me that didn’t want to see what was in the room… but it wasn’t an option.

The light illuminated the thing in front of me, and I felt terror crawl up my throat. It was all shadows and mist, but that mist was the color of blood. It curled from beneath Jackson’s bed and attempted to claw its way up. The Nightmare had been right in the fact that the others weren’t as strong as he was. Whatever was beneath my brother’s bed hadn’t been able to break the seal that my father had put into place just yet.

I could only see teeth and claws, sharp and red, and eyes that glowed the same color. It was grinning, but when the light caught it, it hissed at me, snarling and rising up. I felt something pass through me, something rip away from me. I twisted around long enough to look behind me, but my shadow was gone.

It was almost surreal, the fact that my shadow had disappeared. No one didn’t have a shadow… but I no longer did. That shadow had passed through me, and now it was taking shape in front of me, and I knew those broad shoulders…. I knew the black hair that was asymmetrical along the back of his head.

“You have no place here, you little wretch. I told you, this is my territory.” The Nightmare’s voice was a hiss, and his hands poised at his side weren’t the elongated, safe fingers that stroked along my body. They were claws.

From his profile, I could see the sharp white glisten of pointed teeth.

The thing in front of us hissed again, whipping upward. I had a moment of seeing a beautiful face – siren-like, with almond shaped eyes and full lips. She was a beauty with whipping, crimson hair, but then she was a demon of shadow again and she spilled forward.

“You can’t keep them for yourself, Kael.” His name spilled from her lips and struck me. She spoke as though she knew him – she called his name as though it was a normal thing, and she rose to stand in front of him like she had all the pride in the world to stick up to him.

Somewhere in that swirling form, I caught another glimpse of her eyes, but I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed without my shadow attached to my body, and horrified at the fact that they seemed to be sizing each other up like two predators ready to strike at any moment.

I couldn’t believe that this thing was lurking beneath Jackson’s bed. Looking at her, I knew more than ever that I’d made the right decision in promising the Nightmare whatever it wanted…

In promising Kael whatever he wanted.

“Kael…” I spoke the name carefully, gingerly. It spilled from my tongue with some resistance, as though I wasn’t ready to humanize the monster that was threatening to tear away at everything that I was and everything that I knew. “You have to stop her.” I saw her eyes narrow in front of me, but it was Kael that I was looking at.

He turned to look at me, and he didn’t mask his features. He was all sharp teeth, black eyes… but beneath that was the angular beauty of his face… and his full lips were there to curve up into a smile around the deadly razors. “As you wish.”

“Kael, you can’t-” But he spun around without waiting for her to finish, and his claws were a slash in the air that caught in the light of my cellphone. There was a scream, and the jolt of it bursting through the air caused my frightened fingers to drop the phone. With a flicker and a flash, the light went out, and I was only left with the sound of two Nightmares colliding in front of me.


So, there we go. A little more of the story for you, and I hope that you enjoyed it. I also really would love to see your responses! Make sure that if you end up doing the writing prompt, you tell me! I really want to see what you guys can come up with, and I’m going to make a compilation post at the end of the month, so that everyone can see what we’ve all created together.

I think it’s going to be pretty amazing, and I would love to see as many of you as possible participating, so just link back to me whenever you do the prompt, and I’ll make sure to include you and a link to your blog!

Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
Author Amanda McCormick

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Hey, guys! I am so sorry that this blog is so late in the day. I’ve actually had people over all day, and I haven’t had the chance to get to writing. However, I’m getting to it now, and I’m really excited to bring this blog to you, because the story is really interesting. I gave another list of words for writing Prompt #10, and I really hope that you guys are enjoying it.

I really do think that this is a great practice for NaNoWriMo. You’re getting into the habit of writing, you’re getting into the habit of thinking about writing and getting into that mind frame. That’s what is super important. You have to get your brain geared for it – you have to get yourself into the habit of at least sitting down every day and preparing to write, whether your prompts are long or short. You just want to make sure that you’re going to get to it.

So, without further delay! Here is my writing prompt response to Prompt #10.


Spirits

The funeral had left them all feeling empty. To Sarah, however, Michael seemed to be the most broken. It had been his little sister, after all, No one blamed him for the death of the child, but the self-blame was evident around him. He hadn’t known that she’d slipped out of the house, and the gate to the lake had been left open. It only took him a minute to realize what had happened, but that minute was long enough. The lake was deep, and the water was murky, and by the time that he’d pulled Isabella out of the water, she wasn’t moving.

She’d tried to do it a thousand times before – she loved the water. That was why his mother had insisted that they build a gate. That was why his parents were fighting – because it was Michael’s father who had left it open. He swore that he hadn’t, but it was his job to check that it was locked every morning… and that morning, it wasn’t.  They never once turned their pain filled eyes in accusation to their son. Isabella was five years old; he should have been able to go to the restroom without worrying about something happening.

The gate should have been locked.

Michael blamed himself for the whispered talked of divorce that spilled through his house. Nothing was final, and it had only been a week since Isabella had died, but the words were still there, and they lingered in the air like a black blanket – proof of the fact that her death had left a stain behind. Death always left a stain behind – it was like the place that it had happened was cursed. Michael could still hear her laughter spilling through the air, even though it didn’t echo in the hallways anymore. He kept finding her toys, a tiny sock, a teddy bear that she’d hid in his bedroom in hopes that he’d bring it back to her and read her a story in her room. He was sixteen, but he’d been really close to his little sister. She’d made him happy, and she’d always looked up to him. He’d been her hero…

And that was why he blamed himself the most – because she’d called out his name in joy, and then she hadn’t called out his name at all.

The funeral had left them all feeling empty, but Michael was the most broken.

For a while, his friends weren’t sure what to do about it. Sarah was the one who thought that trying to get some closure for him would be a good idea – he didn’t really believe in psychics or demons, and neither did they… but maybe just the action of putting a message out there could give him some kind of peace, some kind of solace. There had to be something that they could do about his guilt…

And maybe if he could just apologize, even if it wasn’t his fault… and even if Isabella couldn’t really hear him. Maybe he could apologize, so that he could feel like he’d finally given her the message that he wanted to give… the message that couldn’t be delivered through one fo the smallest coffins that they’d ever seen.

It was pink, and it had her favorite flowers – Michael had put her favorite bear inside of it, folded between tiny fingers that would never reach up to hold his hand again.

He’d apologized then, but her eyes hadn’t opened… he’d apologized over and over to her small body, but he could tell that she wasn’t there anymore, and the apology meant nothing if she couldn’t hear it.

That’s why Sarah bought the Ouija, for ages 8 and up.

Isabella coudn’t have played with it – and now she would never be old enough to do so.

She got their friend group together, and they were all willing to do whatever they needed to in order to help Michael; Colton was aloof about the Ouija board, but Tina was leery about it. She believed in ghosts, but she thought that it would be good for Michael to talk to his sister through eternity.  The fact that there was one person who believed in all of this was something that they weren’t upset about – in fact, it was something that gave it more of an air of believability when they showed up at Michael’s house with the board tucked beneath Sarah’s arm.

“Guys, I don’t know about this…” His voice was deadpan, sad, and it was full of all of the depression and sorrow that he was clearly feeling. Still, he didn’t stop them from coming into the house. His parents were out – talking to a lawyer maybe, looking at apartments, maybe trying to rekindle their relationship. They’d told Michael, but he hadn’t heard it over the music that was playing, and the way that he concentrated on tuning out their yelling, and their fighting.

All that he knew was that they’d been gone until late in the night, and that they’d left him twenty bucks on the counter to order pizza if he wanted. All he knew was that his house would be free for he and his friends to do whatever they wanted to do, as long as they were done before 1am.

It was already getting dark, but Sarah assumed that any time was an okay time. She didn’t need ambiance, she just needed Michael to believe that he’d gotten his message out to his sister, so that he could go on to the next step of the grieving process, instead of forever being caught in some limbo of guilt.

She loved him, just a little bit. She’d always loved him, though… and it had seemed like he was finally starting to realize that he cared for her, too, when all of this had happened with Isabella. It had put breaks on everything, and it had broken her heart to see him so sad. Even if it didn’t re-spark whatever had been building between them, if she could just fix the brokenness in his eyes, the way that he seemed to hold himself huddled, as though his center was gone and he was just a shell… if she could just bring back the old Michael, that would be enough for her.

She just wanted to see him smile again.

They set the board up in the den, and they all gathered around the retro coffee table that they’d always made fun of – Michael’s parents had spent entirely too much money on it, but they loved it. Now, it was just a perfect flat surface, and the den had lights that could be turned down to match the mood that they were going for.

It was good enough, and they ripped the fresh plastic off of the board that they’d bought in Wal-Mart and sat it out on the table.

It looked innocuous, like something that was just a toy. It made sense that it had such a low age rating. It looked harmless, and Tina was the only one who looked at it with any apprehension.

Michael wasn’t looking at it at all – his eyes were on the family portrait that hung above the fireplace. In the picture, Isabella was in his arms, and she was smiling. Soft ringlets of blonde hair stuck to her forehead. He could remember that day, and the board in front of him… his friends around him… it all seemed so far away in comparison to the pain that was slowly welling in his chest from being in the room. His parents had taken down quite a few of the pictures of them together… it was too painful, too much. They were going to put them back up later.

But they hadn’t touched this room, and this was one of the only places that he could go to easily see a picture of their family. It was on his facebook, his phone, but this was different. He’d sat with her in this room, read her stories, played games with her.

He didn’t look at the board, because he was too busy missing his little sister.

“All right, guys. We’re just supposed to put our fingers on this plank, and then as our questions.” Sarah’s eyes slid to Michael, who still wasn’t looking at the table at all, “Or say what we need to say to Isabella.”

That got his attention – her name, not what Sarah had said. He turned his eyes to her, and for just a moment they were laced with pain and regret… sorrow. And then, slowly, they slid back into a mask of nothing, because nothing was better than whatever he was feeling inside. He put his hands out automatically, touching the plank on the table and then staring at the board like he didn’t really see it at all.

“Should we read the instructions?” Tina’s voice was small, soft, but Sarah shrugged.

“We’ve seen it done on TV, right? You just ask questions. I don’t think you have to do anything special.” The instruction paper was left in the box, and it was only Tina’s lingering gaze that acknowledged its presence at all. Colton, on the other hand, looked bored. The only indication that he was here by something other than force was the way that his eyes continued to flicker up to Michael, and the soft expressions of concern that crossed his features when he did. The boys had known each other since they were young – little four-year-olds, playing games together in the back yard.

Michael hadn’t had a lake in his yard then, and there’d been no gate to leave open.

Tina was the only one who was new to their group. She’d transferred to school the year before, She was soft and sweet and shy, and they’d instantly accepted her into their fold, because no one else had taken the time to get to know her. It had been MIchael’s idea, and Sarah had only been jealous for a few minutes. She’d realized quickly that Michael was just being caring, like he always did.

She’d realized quickly that Michael was just doing what he always did, and trying to protect people. He didn’t want Tina that way, so Sarah had been able to care about her, too.

But now, everyone’s focus was on Michael, who was staring at the shiny surface of the Ouija board as though it wasn’t really there at all.

“Are you ready, Michael?” Sarah touched his arm gingerly, and he jerked as though he’d been jolted by a livewire. For a moment, his brown eyes remained blank and shocked, but then he nodded.

“Sure.” He didn’t sound as though he was ready. In fact, he didn’t sound as though he cared. Sarah could only hope that once he started saying the words, it would mean something.

“Okay then, everyone, fingers on the board.” Obediently, the group replied, and Sarah nodded, turning her eyes to Michael. When he didn’t say anything, even after a nudge, she gave a small sigh.

“Is anyone here – is anyone listening to us?” The lights were low, and even though she hadn’t really  believed that anything would happen, there was something a bit unsettling about talking to the air – about inviting some spirit in, to do whatever it wanted to at their behest, at the behest of the planchet.

“Is there anyone listening…” Sarah took one careful look at Michael, who was staring into the board as though waiting to see if anything would happen at all – it was just a circle of their fingers, though… her own tanned and manicured, Michael’s grubby and dark. Tina’s were trembling slightly.

“Isabella?” It was Tina’s small voice that spilled out into the air, and she wasn’t looking at the board. She was looking at the photo – the family photo. At Isabella’s Tiny face.

The disc beneath their finger trembled, and they all looked at it. Colton’s brows snapped together, but it was Tina who let out a small gasp. Sarah noticed that Michael’s eyes were fixated on the board now.

“Isabella?” It was Michael’s voice this time that spilled out, and the planchet instantly jerked on the board.

Yes.

Tina let out a small, gasped sob, and Sarah could feel her heart thundering in her chest. It was Colton who spoke, “Who did that?”

Sarah opened her mouth to answer that it certainly hadn’t been here, but the planchet was moving again.

Me.Me.Isa.Me.

Michael.

Michael’s eyes narrowed, flickering dark in the low light.

“Isabella, he’s here. Michael’s here. He wants to say something to you.” Sarah’s eyes turned to the boy beside her, but Michael was looking at the board, and there was something in his eyes that was nearly manic.

Michael.Michael.Run.Run.

“What? Isa…” Tina’s voice was careful, soft. “What are you talking about?”

“Guys – this is stupid. Stop it.” Colton’s voice was angry, but there was fear behind it, and the planchet moved again.

Michael. Run.

“Isa, stop it.” It was Michael’s voice. Soft, careful, smooth. Sarah turned her eyes to him, to see what he could possibly be thinking about all of this, but the disc under her finger moved again, and she jerked her eyes to the board.

ItwasMichael.Run.

Fear flooded through her, and she felt the movement beside her a moment before Michael lifted the board and threw it hard into the fireplace – his face… his face wasn’t the boy that she knew, the boy that she loved. His face was the face of someone who had done something awful, and tried to get away with it. His face was the face of a man crazed.

His face was that of a killer.


So, there it was! I actually cut it off a little short, because it was starting to get pretty long. I have an issue with writing shorter stories, but I was really enjoying myself with this one. I might try my hand at doing a compilation of 5-10,000 word stories and turning it into a novel. and I’ll more than likely do some of these prompts for that. If you guys are interested in seeing one of my longer stories, I can keep myself from cutting them short for one of the coming up prompts. Just let me know! Also, make sure that if you end up doing the writing prompt, you tell me! I really want to see what you guys can come up with, and I’m going to make a compilation post at the end of the month, so that everyone can see what we’ve all created together.

I think it’s going to be pretty amazing, and I would love to see as many of you as possible participating, so just link back to me whenever you do the prompt, and I’ll make sure to include you and a link to your blog!

Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
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It’s Day Ten of October, and that means that it’s time for the tenth prompt in the 31 Horror Prompts for October series. I’m going to switch it up again on you guys – soon I’ll feature a photo prompt, but for today, we’re going to go back to a list prompt. I really enjoy these, because it supplies you with an overall atmosphere, without actually giving you any direction to go in.

So, without any delay, here’s the list!


Prompt #10:

Ouija, Ghost, Death, Funeral, Child, Demon, Devil, Cursed, Psychic, Eternity


This one could turn out pretty spooky, and I’m excited for it. I love ghost stories, and I love seeing what you guys can come up with in reference to that list of words!

Make sure if you end up doing any of my prompts that you tell me. I’m going to make a list of all of the responses at the end of the month, so we can have a big compilation of horror stories, for anyone who is really in the Halloween mood and wants to get their fix.

Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
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Hey, everyone! Sorry that this response is coming a little later in the day. I just had a slightly slow day today, as far as writing and getting started. I’m starting to get a new writing setup established for NaNo (because you know that I move every year, as far as where I do my writing), and it has gotten me a bit distracted.

So, anyway. Onward with Prompt #9 response, where the writing prompt was: There was something off about the meat.


Strange Meat

There was something off about the meat. She couldn’t put words to exactly what it was, but there was something strange. It could have been the texture, thicker on her tongue and softer to chew. It could have, perhaps, been the flavor. It was a bit too smokey, just a hair different from the flavor that she was used to. It had been delivered in the same way as the meat had always been – dropped at her door from the chilled truck. It was the same size, the same perfect, square packaging. It was pre-ground, and perfect for making burgers or sauce for spaghetti.

For all intents and purposes, there should have been nothing different about it. The supplier was the same, and as far as she knew they hadn’t changed hands… but there was just something off about the meat.

She chewed it slowly, almost unwilling to let it slide down her gullet. A frown poured across her features, and she put the burger down. Blood oozed from the ground beef, a perfectly cooked temperature.

It looked like perfection.

It should have been perfect.

So what was wrong with it?

Her hands easily phone her cellphone, and she scrolled through the numbers until she saw Meat Unlimited in the contacts.

She hit the call button, and instantly heard the ringing begin. It only took a moment for someone to pick up.

“Meat Unlimited, this is Carlos, how can I help you?”

“Hey, Carlos, this is Sadie. I was just wondering about the most recent shipment that I got in?”

There was a pause, and she could hear him clicking away instantly on his keyboard. He knew her by name, because Meat Unlimited was an exclusive company. You only got linked to them through a reference, and Katherine honestly wasn’t sure where that reference came from to begin with. But it was the best quality that she had found – before, she’d been procuring it herself, whenever she could find it.

Maybe that was how they’d heard of her to give her a reference to begin with.

She wasn’t sure, and she’d never questioned it. She hadn’t questioned them for two years… until today.

Finally, the ticking of the keyboard stopped, and the man on the phone cleared his throat. She could tell just from that sound that something was wrong.

“Miss Randall, I’m very sorry to inform you that there’s been a mix up.” She didn’t like the tone of his voice at all – she didn’t like the apprehension that was clear in the way that he spoke.

“What do you mean?” There was a small part of her that didn’t want to ask. She’d noticed the strange meat yesterday, but she’d eaten it anyway. She’d fed it to her customers, to her family. What if there was something wrong with it?

“I’m afraid…” He paused, hesitating, and then took another deep breath to answer, “I’m afraid that there was some contamination…”

Her heart sank – she couldn’t stand the thought of having fed her family something, the people in her community… what if she made them sick, what if…?

“What kind of contamination.” Her voice was careful, and her stomach was aching just looking at the burger beside her.

“We’ll refund you, of course, and send you a new shipment by tomorrow. We’re very so-”

“What kind of contamination.”

There was a pause, and another deep breath. “We just got news of it five minutes ago. Yesterday, during packaging… one of the workers. He…” Carlos took another breath, “He fell in.”

There was dead air between them for a moment, and Katherine actually felt her stomach roll for a moment – she’d eaten that. She’d eaten…

“Oh, God. How old was he?” Her voice was stunned, and full of disgust.

“73 Ma’am.”

So, that was the problem.

“I see that you have specific orders for the ages of 16-25. We’re so sorry for the mix-up. Like I said, we’ll give you a full refund and your order, as well as half off of your next shipment.” He sounded desperate, like he was trying to make amends.

Still, she’d consumed an old person.

No wonder the meat had tasted strange.


So, there we go. I have to admit that I love taking things to weird places, and the thought of a cannibal who was so used to the specific flavor of an age range of meat being able to notice when something was off..? It was intriguing to me!

NaNoWriMo is coming soon, so I’m trying to keep my prompts down to short stories, as opposed to novels. It’s hard for me to do – I’m already plotting out an extra novel on top of the one that I was going to do.

Because that’s how I roll.

If you guys are interested, I’ll start doing NaNo posts more than twice a week. Just let me know. And, as always, if you respond to this writing prompt, make sure to link back to me. At the end of the month, I’m going to make a compilation of the best responses, and put it together so that people will be able to find it in my master post on my blog (which needs an update desperately, but I’m waiting for that, too. Lazy writer is lazy blogger. What can I say?)

Anyway, I’m really excited to see what you guys did, and I hope that you’re enjoying these prompts as much as I’m enjoying putting them out there for you!

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