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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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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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horror-promptsHey, everyone! I’m going to get today’s prompt posted up, so that I can go ahead and start posting my backlog of responses that I haven’t done. I hope you guys have been enjoying yourselves, because I certainly have. Anyway, onward and upward, right?

Write something using this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwlMnX_u6kE

Your theme is to also use the picture that is included as the picture for the music. So… scary babies, scary music.

Scary babies. That should be something to give you a pause and a thought. I don’t think that I’ve ever posted a prompt that has this particular potential, so hopefully you guys will enjoy it!

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!


Wicked
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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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!
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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We’re going to make this extremely quick, since I’m playing catch up! So, let’s dive right into it!


Prompt #13:

The blue of his eyes slowly bled to crimson.


Oh, that one is very open ended. It could be a monster, it could be a zombie, it could be something altogether different. That’s completely up to you as the writer to decide – for me as the writer to decide – and I bet that we’re all going to come up with something completely different.

I would love to see what you end up with. I think that these prompts are really fantastic practice for NaNoWriMo!

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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