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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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Sorry about the lack of prompts yesterday, guys! I actually had the blog written and didn’t post it. It looks like WordPress has updated so that I have to push the button twice. How weird. Anyway, I will be giving you two prompts today! Two pictures. Do one, do both! But here are your day 2 and 3 writing prompts for the 31 Days of Horror Prompts for October!

Day 2:

Day 3:

So, there they are. If you end up doing the prompts, let me know. I’d love to see your responses! I’m much like a few others here, I’m kind of hoping that one of these prompts is going to inspire something for NaNoWriMo. I’m still not completely sure as to what my idea is going to be, so we’re gonna see.

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Hey, everyone! It is that time again! October has rolled around, and it’s time for my annual 31 Horror Prompts for October posts! I will be posting a horror-themed writing prompt every day this month! If you want your prompts featured, just link back to me when you post your prompt, and I will be posting some of my favorites at the end of the day when I post my reply! Even if I don’t get to do a reply, I will still post a blog linking y’alls responses!

So, let’s get started!

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So, here we go! Let’s get into that horror mood! I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with for this!

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Hey, everyone. So, here is the response to Prompt #22, and I have to say that it was actually interesting to write. I usually change the perspective when I answer prompts that have the word you in them, but this time, I decided that I was going to experiement and see what happened.

I’m actually kind of pleased with it. I don’t think that I could write an entire book this way, but I do think that I could write a few short stories using this method. Anyway, I’ll let you get right to it! To the story!

Your Thundering Heart

It was the noise that woke you, and the noise that sent your heart to thundering. It jolted hard in your chest, a loud thud, thud, thud that was hard to breathe around. You’d had this problem since you were a child – noises that woke you, and a terror that left you slicked with sweat and cold. Your mother had told you it was all in your head, and your father made fun of you and told you to be braver.

There was never any real sympathy from either of them, because they always seemed to assume that you were just a child, feeling childish feelings. They thought you’d grow out of it – and they were certain that it wasn’t going to be something that followed you into adulthood.

They were wrong.

The noise was loud, and it had sounded like a growl. Your blood feels almost slugging in your veins now, chilled, full of terror that makes you run like ice. It’s a strange sensation – but you know if you close your eyes and concentrate, you can calm yourself.

You’ve had to calm yourself for so many years now that you’ve learned to get a hold on it. Your eyes are opened, you aren’t sleeping anymore. Your nightmares can’t touch you, so you can calm yourself down.

One deep breath, and you need to concentrate on the beating of your heart. It’s thick in your chest, and you know that it’s going to take some time to calm itself… but it always does. One more deep breath, and you focus in on the sound of your heartbeat. You have to concentrate on it, and you have to will it to slow – until your heart slows down, nothing is going to be calm. until you can calm yourself, nothing is going to feel better.

Once you feel better, you can get up – you’ll have a shower, you might get a drink. You’re certainly done sleeping for the night – there’s never any sleeping after one of these episodes, but that’s all right.

People at work are used to the dark bags under your eyes. Your mother and father don’t ask you how you’ve been sleeping anymore, and there’s a part of you that wonders if you’re a disappointment to them after all.

But that doesn’t matter – none of that matters but the beating of your heart, and that’s what you concentrate on.

Thud, thud, thud.

(thud, thud, thud.)

It’s strange – something is wrong. Something about the sound that you’re so used to concentrating on is off, and that’s not okay.

Thud, thud, thud.

(thud, thud, thud.)

You realize that the thundering of your heart has an echo that isn’t coming from you.

So, there we go! I think that the particular method of writing from that perspective was a good exercise in and of itself. I really enjoy doing things differently, because it gives me a chance to grow and expand my writing talents. I strive each and every day to improve myself – I’ll never be content with the level that I’m at, because I’m always reaching for that next step up. I’ll be happy with my talent, and I’ll know that I should try to do something with it, but the moment that you stop wanting to improve is the moment that you give up on ever getting better. 

Anyway, I’d love to see what you guys did with this prompt. With NaNo getting so close, I know that we’re all scrambling to get prepared. I may actually gear my next writing prompt towards previous stories that you guys have written, or what you’re doing to prepare for NaNo! I’ll see if I can come up with something! 

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

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horror-promptsHey, everyone! I’m still working on playing Catchup, but I will get there eventually. For now, I’m going to give you my response to prompt #21. I actually already wrote 22, but I can’t post it up until I get this one finished, so, let’s get to it!

The Light

The brightness that had stolen my vision away from me finally faded, and I found myself desperately wishing that it would return. I didn’t want to see what was happening in front of me. I didn’t want to see the fact that there were things there, waiting at the end of that bright light. They’d brought me into the light, spilled from my bed and pulled from my window in a completely impossible fashion – I’d gravitated, floated through the air in the bright beam, without any control of my arms or legs. I’d wanted to scream, but I couldn’t fill my lungs with enough air to make more than a whimpering noise.

Beside me, my husband had been asleep, and he hadn’t so much as twitched or moved when I’d been pulled from the room. As I spilled upward and into the air, the light had intensified – I’d tried to fight, but the brighter that it became, the harder it was for me to even think about moving… until it had stolen my vision away and I didn’t see where it had swept me.

Only, I was seeing it now. Everything was metallic, and pristine – the technology alone was something that I’d never witnessed. I couldn’t wrap my head around what was going on in the background though – all of the beeps and lights meant nothing to me… because the things were standing in front of me, and I couldn’t make sense of them.

They were tall and skeletal – they reminded me of insects, with dark black skin that glittered under the bright lights, and huge disc-like eyes that were somehow darker than the rest of them. Their arms were long, and their fingers had an extra knuckle… and they looked at me with a measure of intelligence that shouldn’t have come from a being that looked so frightening.

And yet, they spoke to each other in a strange language that was more clicking than words, and they approached my still prone body. They didn’t have body language that I understood, and I couldn’t read what was going on in their eyes… but a part of me knew that they had no intentions towards me that were pleasant. It was confirmed when they sidestepped to a table – sharp instruments rested there; knives, needles, things that I couldn’t understand, couldn’t describe. They took them up in those long, impossibly elegant fingers and came towards me.

I tried to suck in enough air to scream. I tried to fight, to move… but the beam of light above me shone brighter, and I couldn’t cry out when the first brush of metal punctured my flesh.

So, aliens. Aliiiens. Ahem. Honestly, though, I think that a lot of people have the fear of aliens. I can’t imagine them as strange little gray men, but I can imagine them as something terrifying and too cruel for their own good. Scientists, here specifically to learn what they can from humans, like we do from the poor animals we have in labs. Anyway, this was a really fun prompt to write – I’m sure that people can take it in so many different ways. I really enjoy seeing what everyone can come up with – as writers, we all have so many different stories inside of us.

It’s just up to us to let them out.

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

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I told you guys that I would try to incorporate your previous writing into this prompt. I did some thinking – if you don’t have previous work, just apply it to a character from scratch.


Prompt #24

Your main character has suddenly been dropped into their worst nightmare.
What is it?


Oh, this actually sounds extremely interesting, even for me. I really can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with! It’s a good practice for NaNoWriMo – you can do it for your as of yet undeveloped characters. Get a little development going!

I hope that you guys enjoyed the prompts. Make sure if you end up writing one of them that you link back to me! At the end of the month, I’ll get a compilation fo all of the prompts posted up, so that everyone can see what we’ve done together during the month!

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

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horror-promptsHey, hey, hey! I thought about doing three different posts, but then I realized… I could just combine Day 20, 21, and 22 into one post. That way, everyone isn’t getting completely flooded, and the writing prompts still end up getting out there. I really do apologize for allowing myself to get behind like I have, and I’m so thankful that you guys are patient enough to wait while I get caught up. Hopefully by the end of the day, I’ll be there though.

So, without further delay, let’s get to the writing prompts. I’ll try to give you a little variety, as far as the content and what they’re about – feel free to do all of them, feel free to do one of them. It’s all up to you!

Prompt #20:

Morgue, Cold, Decay, Grave, Tomb, Haunting, Feast, Gore, Nightmare, Darkness.

Using at least 5 words from the list above, write a short story/poem/creative piece. 

Prompt #21

The bright light that had blinded you finally faded away, and when your vision returned…

Prompt #22

You realize that the thundering of your heart has an echo that isn’t coming from you.

And there we go! Three different prompts, and I hope that you guys really enjoy it. If it’s too much to take in at once, just choose from one of them and get it done. Writing prompts are really such a great practice, what with NaNo not being very far away at all. I really recommend that you do some practice runs to see if you can get your words for the day. It’s going to help you out so much! As far as it goes, I’ll do all three, and hopefully have them posted up by today or tomorrow! So, until then, I hope that you guys enjoyed the prompts. Make sure if you end up writing one of them that you link back to me! At the end of the month, I’ll get a compilation fo all of the prompts posted up, so that everyone can see what we’ve done together during the month!

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

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Hey everyone! It’s time for Prompt Response #19 in my Giant Day of Getting Caught up! I hope that you guys aren’t getting tired of the posts already, because I do have quite a few more to get out. I think after this one, I’ll do day 20, 21, and 22’s writing prompts, so that I can have them out there before I get to working on the actual replies. So, make sure to stay tuned, because there’s going to be plenty of writing for today! Anyway, onward with the prompt. It reads:
The knife plunges into her chest and she stumbles. When she straightens and yanks the blade out, to your horror, she doesn’t bleed.

So, let’s get to it!


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It had taken me two months to work up the nerve to kill her – I wasn’t sure that I could do it initially. I was afraid; she was powerful, she was frightening… she was the mother that had never loved me, the new woman that had married my father. I couldn’t believe that he’d picked a woman like her – I had to question the fact that he loved her at all. She was everything that my mother wasn’t: stoic and tall, blonde with icy blue eyes. She was a beauty in all of the conventional terms.

My mother had been short and dark – dark eyes, dark hair, dark skin. She’d given me those traits, and when my father’s new wife looked at me, I could tell that she resented me for it. I could tell that she hated me for it.

When my father had died of unknown causes, I’d known that I had to do something. I knew what had happened – I knew who had done it. It had been her, and the only reason that I was still alive at all was because I’d done my best to avoid her, and I’d never taken any food or drink that she gave me. The only reason that I was still alive was because I had to turn eighteen before I got my full inheritance – until then, I got a portion every month. If I died, the money went to a charity. My father had planned it that way, and I knew that it was the only reason that I was still safe.

At least, I was for another week.

My birthday was coming up, and once I was eighteen years old and I had the full inheritance, I wasn’t sure what would happen – I knew that she’d try to get it away from me, and I knew that she had the connections to make it happen.

I knew that I had to kill her, or I would never be safe – my little sister, only two years old, would never be safe.

I knew it when I held the knife in my hand, that I was making the right decision… and I knew it when I plunged it into her chest that I was making the right decision.

When I plunged it into her chest, she stumbled… and for a moment, relief washed through me. I’d researched, I knew that I’d gotten her heart. I knew that there was no way she could recover… and yet, her shaking fingers found the hilt of the knife, and she yanked it out.

I stared. My mouth dropped open.

She didn’t bleed.

Her icy blue eyes were full of amusement, and she twirled the blade in her hand. The gape in her flesh knitted back together as I watched, and she shook her head slowly. Tsking. Mocking.

“Did you think that would work, Ella?” She shook her head again, and her laughter was audible. “If that had worked, your sweet mother would have ended my life before I ended hers. If that had worked, your father wouldn’t have been under my spell. Silly child, I’m something more than you can possibly understand.”

She stepped towards me, and the knife in her fingers twisted, twitched… flashed dangerously and blood free in the light. Fear washed through me, making me sick, making me weak. But I couldn’t run.

So… anyone for a horror retelling of Cinderella? I might actually do something more with this (as seems to happen with all of the short stories that I try to write). The only reason that I kept this one as short as I did is because I’m trying to get caught up. If you end up replying to the prompt, make sure to let me know! I want to see what you write! Link back to me, and I’ll get everything compiled at the end of the month!

Until then, I’ll carry on in my attempt to get caught up!

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

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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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I’m actually going to write this before I post my prompt response from yesterday. I’m working on it, but it’s turning into a really long story… and I haven’t gotten the chance to get to the horror element of it.

Me and those long stories that I can’t help but to write.

Anyway, we need Day 19’s Writing Prompt, even if I end up having to post the rest of this prompt tomorrow! So, let’s get to it!


Prompt #19

The knife plunges into her chest and she stumbles. When she straightens and yanks the blade out, to your horror, she doesn’t bleed.


So, there we go! Prompt #19. If you want to change it up and write from the lady’s perspective, do it. If you want to write about the person experiencing it, go for it. ❤ It’s up to you!

If you end up responding to this prompt, make sure to link back to both myself and Garett!

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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