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My Writing Challenge: Prompt Response #1

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I guess I should probably get to posting my own response for this blog challenge #1, shouldn’t I? The prompt was to write a story including the following three elements: A stolen ring, a fear of spiders, and a sinister stranger. So… let’s get to it then, shall we?

–WARNING: Mature Rating–

“You shouldn’t have taken it, Kaleigh!” My voice was damn near an octave higher than usual, and I could hear the fear tremoring through the tone in nearly palpable waves. I knew it was stupid — legends were just that, stories that had no proof of truth. Maybe I was superstitious, or maybe I was smart. I wasn’t sure — but my girlfriend was looking at the ring that she’d snatched with reverence in her eyes. The stone was almost garnet, but the color was even deeper than that.

It almost swirled red like blood. From the moment that I’d seen it, I knew it was trouble. Every story that I’d ever heard as a child said that to take anything from the catacombs was to court a demon. The fact that we’d even come down here at all was almost more than I’d been willing to do, but Kaleigh had wanted to, begged me to… and in the end, I’d given in to her demands.

“Oh, Sarah, stop it. Nothing’s going to happen. See,” she wiggled her curvaceous body back and forth, “I’m still alive and kicking. There’s no demon.” And then, with a happy grin, she picked my hand up before I could stop her and slid the ring onto my left hand. “And now you have the prettiest damn engagement ring that anyone could ask for.”

I opened my mouth to protest, and I started to yank the band off… and then what she’d said hit me.

Engagement ring. My eyes widened, and my breath caught in my throat. She was asking me what I thought she was…

“Really, baby?” My nervousness was still there in the background, but I couldn’t hold back the smile that split my features. Suddenly, the whole idea of the curse wasn’t so bad.

“I love you, Sarah.” And her lips crushed against mine in a hot, excited kiss that made me all but forget the sensation in the back of my mind that something was going to happen.

I didn’t notice him until the next day. I was walking home from work when it happened; the dark shadow was a few blocks down, making sure to stay in the darkness so that I couldn’t make out his face. I had to assume that it was a he, because the figure was big and hulking. It was either that, or some Amazon Warrior had decided to follow me. My eyes continued to flick behind me, and I twisted the ring on my hand nervously. With my other, I quickly reached into my purse and wrapped my fingers around my mace.

I’d use it if I had to. Hopefully, whoever it was following me was just walking the same way that I was, and there wasn’t anything to worry about.

When I turned around again, the figure was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it quickly turned into a scream that caught in my throat when I turned back in the direction fo my path. Before me stood the man that had been following me — of course, saying the word man was a very loose term.

The creature hulked at eight feet tall, and its skin was a solid, liquidy black that left him looking like he’d rolled in wet ink. Its eyes were slits, pointed and catlike, though blood-red in color.

The same red as the ring that I wore, which burned hot on my finger.

Its body was huge, though it wasn’t muscle so much as presence — and its spindle like fingers that stretched out towards me had two too many digits. I stepped back, raising my mace and spraying it, though I already knew it was pointless. Whatever I was seeing, which threatened to tear the sanity away from my mind altogether, wasn’t human.

I was hoping I’d simply gone crazy, but I could smell sulfur in the air and feel the cool sting of the night air sucking out the oxygen in my lungs from terror. I wasn’t dreaming. I wasn’t crazy.

The thing didn’t flinch when I sprayed it. Those long, needle-like fingers wrapped around my throat and lifted me into the air as though I was nothing more than a rag doll.

“You are the one who took my ring.” And though he spoke, the words that he said were whispered in my head. What came out of his mouth was dark, vicious speech that no human had heard before.

“N-no. I–” I struggled to choke out the words around its grip, to let it know that I hadn’t taken the ring at all… but my fiancee’s face sprang into my mind, and I knew that I couldn’t betray her. “Take it back.”

My hands struggled to pull the ring off, but it wouldn’t budge. It felt glued to my skin, and I yanked and pulled until my finger was raw and bleeding, and the thing was laughing richly in my face again.

“It’s too late for that now.” It leaned in, inhaling my scent and grinning — its teeth were stained the same inky black as its skin. “You smell like fear. I want more.”

Those red eyes flashed bright, and for a moment nothing happened. I felt it slowly — a soft trickle of eight legs trailing along my neck. I knew the sensation, and I brought my hand up to smack, a scream trying to rip from my chest around the choking sensation on my neck. I saw the fat, black spider a moment before another crawled along my arm. I tried to scream again, and I flailed in his arms like a thing on fire, a wild cat caught in a trap. I wasn’t afraid of many things, but spiders… spiders were on the short list. I screamed again, and felt something tickling on my tongue. Huge, fat, it crept from my throat and against my lips, all fangs and legs and itching, scraching hair.

I screamed over and over again, but the creature holding me seemed to drink the sound down, and soon there were spiders pouring out of my mouth, my nose, my ears. I could feel them trickling from between my legs — they were coming from everywhere. And then, with a rip of pain, they began to spill from beneath my nails, until every part of me was alive and crawling with them.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think — terror made my heart throb so painfully in my chest that I thought I would die from it; the hot stream that soaked along my leg was evidence to that fear… and just as I felt I was going to faint from it… suddenly…

They were gone.

I was limp in its arms now, and it brought me forward to cradle me almost affectionately against its chest. Its words were a dark rumble, and its fingers held me tight when it spoke.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun.” And, paralyzed by his touch, by my fear, by my trembling body and my aching throat, I couldn’t manage the strength to break his grip and get away as he took a few steps and walked into a swirling dark shadow, passing us through the world of humans and into his realm.

Uh… dang. That was dark guys. I apologize. Still, really fun prompt! I hope that you guys enjoyed it! I am going to be running this challenge for the foreseeable future, so if you want in on this awesomness, just start responding and link back to my page! You’ll get free shares out, and become part of our writing network for better exposure, blog comments, and just all around fun!

My Awesome Participants!!!:

http://www.readlistennibble.com/home/2018/6/5/blog-challenge-prompt-1

https://www.myloeyeager.com/2018/06/09/mirandas-ring/

http://torylynnwriter.blogspot.com/2018/06/escape-working-title.html

https://hrstephens.com/2018/06/08/the-duke-and-the-thief/

https://heretherebegames.blogspot.com/2018/06/egos-blog-challenge-1-all-for-wish.html

https://havenofchaos.org/2018/06/08/when-a-stalker-follows/

https://wp.me/p9W30w-1G

http://flyingkittystudio.com/?page_id=43

https://plotbunnywhackamole.wordpress.com/2018/06/09/ring-phobia-stranger

https://thewritingkennel.wordpress.com/2018/06/06/blog-challenge-2-tyra-part-3/

https://giannarobbin.wordpress.com/2018/06/09/challenge-prompt-1/

 

Stay tuned for the next portion of my blog challenge! I’ll be getting it up tomorrow! Until then,

Author Amanda McCormick

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Ego’s Blog Challenge: Prompt #1

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Here we are, guys! I asked everyone to do an introduction of themselves for the first step of this blog challenge, and now we’re going to get into the actual juicy bits of it! For starts, we’re going to open with a writing prompt.

Writing prompts are very important, in my opinion. They help you to expand your writing capabilities, and they help you to put yourself into a situation that you might not have put yourself in otherwise. Some of my best novel ideas came from a writing prompt that took on a life of its own!


So, for our first prompt:

Write a story including the following three elements: A stolen ring, fear of spiders, and a sinister stranger.


And there we have it! There is our first prompt. When you’re done, make sure to link back to my blog so I can round them all up and post them when I post my own response! I can’t wait to see what you all come up with!

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My Writing Challenge

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Hey everyone! I decided to do a little challenge for my Discord Server, and it’s going to be posted here so you can all participate as well (though, feel free to clicky click here and join the server if you’d like). Anyway, I’ve talked to the members there quite a few times, and we frequently discuss the fact that having a social media presence is important if you plan on publishing. Whether it’s traditionally, in which case showing an agent that you already have a built-in audience is beneficial, or self-publishing… which, of course, having a built-in audience speaks for itself! Social media is important.

So, I decided that I would help the members of my group (and any of you who want to participate) by giving blog topics/prompts/etc to write on! So many people have trouble keeping up with a regular blog, so… I thought I’d make it a little easier by giving prompts and challenges for people to complete in order to help them jump-start their very own blog!

I’ll be pulling from multiple places: My mind, first of all. That means the occasional Currently, WIP, what are you reading, etc, blog!

https://www.creative-writing-now.com/short-story-ideas.html <– I’m also going to grab at least one of these every few days. I love writing prompts, and I think it’s a great way to showcase your talent.

https://randomwordgenerator.com/phrase.php <— I am also going to pull from here for more randomized prompts!

Hopefully, all of this will help anyone who is having trouble coming up with thoughts and topics to get a blog going. The most important thing is repetition, consistency, and building a habit! I’ll keep this running for as long as people keep asking me to! Until then (I should be starting this in June, so go ahead and drop a comment, Discord Messsage me, or email me if you want me to involve you as well!)

Author Amanda McCormick

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July Camp NaNo Update: Day 22-26

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Hey guys, so! It’s been an interesting week/weekend… and I have to say that I’m sorry for the delay in my NaNo update. The fact is, I went through a pretty big roller coaster of emotions that has me a bit off track for NaNo (I’m catching up properly today), and a bit behind on my blogging.

First of all, I had a fantastic birthday. I had a surprise party, I got to spend time with my friends and the people who I care most dearly for… and it was a wonderful time. The sad thing is, after that, one of my fur babies passed away. Little Darius was an adorable rattie, and I didn’t even think he was going to pass. It was sudden, so it was shocking, and I had to deal with mourning that loss for a bit. I’m still sad about it, and of course it’s still upsetting to think on… but I’m capable of properly coming back to blogging now that the ups and downs are over. So, let’s go ahead and get to my NaNo update. I’ve been writing a ton today, trying to get caught back up to where I should be. I have 5 days left to write (so the might NaNo front page speaketh), and I think that I’m going to be able to make that goal.


When Flowers Fall – 8562
The Second Realm – 1516
Serial Killer – 1019
Cerulean Darkness – 6522
Misc Short Stories – 2045
Untitled – 4032
The Siren’s Door – 1000
Untitled 2 – 2313

Wordcount Total: 27009/30000


As you can see, I’ve made some really good progress over the last few hours. I was at 21000 yesterday, or a little over that? I can’t remember. Anyway, I’ve been doing the best that I can get to caught up, to get ahead, to get as close to winning as possible. We’re on the last little downward hill of NaNo, so it’s time to really kick it into gear. If you’re behind, do the best you can to get caught up! If you’re ahead, don’t let off now… keep going. If you’re right on time, you’re doing great xD And you’re probably more balanced and less stressed than most of us.

But the point is to keep on writing. Even if you can’t win, keep writing. Even if you’ve already won, keep writing. You are going to get more words than you had at the beginning of the month, no matter what you do… and that in and of itself is really and accomplishment. Even if you don’t win in word count, you still win NaNo (in my opinion) if you finish with more than you started.

So keep going – we’re all winners.

Until next time, keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!

Author Amanda McCormick

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Weekly Writing Prompt: 7/17-7/23 (2016)

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Oh, look at what I did! I’ve decided that I’m going to start trying to write/make my own writing prompts for you guys, so that I can always have nice pictures to go along with it. If any of you guys want to submit fun writing prompts that you made up, I’ll happily use them and link back to you! I just thought it would be a fun way to keep it within our community, instead of me grabbing them from big name sites!

Anyway, onward with the writing prompt! It is as listed above:


Your Guardian Angel appears before you- the thing is, this is not what you were expecting.


So, there’s the prompt. You can take it in whatever direction that you want, from humor to horror, or fanfic. Anything that comes to mind, I just want to see what you can do! I’m going to have to figure this one out for myself – I made a GoogleDocs document that’s full of writing prompt ideas, and I’m trying not to reread them, so that I don’t think about them or garner a favorite that I want to post. I like to be just as unprepared as everyone else until it goes up ❤

Anyway, if you do the writing prompt, make sure to link back to me, so that I can feature you on the blog that I post up with my response this coming Saturday! I honestly can’t wait to see what you guys come up with for this one, and I hope that it’s something fun!

Until next time, keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!

Author Amanda McCormick

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Alphabet Series Writing Tips – V is for Versatility

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V is for Versatility, and I think that as writers, it’s something that we should strive to have. This, of course, is just advice that I try to live by – so, if you have something that’s working for you… you keep on keeping on!

For me, versatility is something that I strive to achieve. We all have things that we excel at, and we all have things that we’re not so good at… but I don’t want to be one of those writers that can only write one thing – one type of story, one genre, one real set of characters, you know? I looked up the definition to Versatility, and low and behold:

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capable of or adapted for turning easily from one to another of various tasks, fields of endeavor, etc.:

a versatile writer.

A versatile writer… and that’s what I strive to be. I’ve written numerous novels (I’ve never even tried to publish them, shame on me), and they vary from Fantasy, to Paranormal Romance, to Historical Paranormal Romance, to Horror Romance, and a few other things in between. I like to write fanfiction for the sole purpose of versatility. If I write in other peoples worlds, from Hannibal Lecter to Kingdom Hearts, I’m getting to delve and practice my writing in multiple fronts. I like to write and try out as many different characters as I can, so that I can keep tuning in and keying up my ability to be a versatile writer. It’s part of the reason that I enjoyed the Roleplay community for so long – I was able to step into the minds of so many different characters, and it really helped me to develop a versatile voice with my own characters later in life.

I also try to make sure that it’s not just creative writing that I practice. I have recently been trying to do at least 2 blog posts a day, and I’m trying to make sure that they’re instructional and helpful (I really do love helping you guys out in any way that I can, so!). I do book reviews, I write for Textbroker in article format. I try to make sure that I can do more than just novel writing – I want to be a well rounded writer all around.

Versatility is something that can be a little hard to attain sometimes; I wasn’t always so wide ranged in what I wrote. My first novel was a fantasy novel… but after that, I would say that the next 5 that I completed were all supernatural/paranormal romance. While I really enjoy writing novels in that format, I sat back and thought about it… and I realized that it wasn’t the only thing that i wanted to write, the only thing that I wanted to ever be recognized for. So, I started writing horrorish novel, more zombies, less romance (though there’s still romance in there). It was completely different from my vampires/werewolves love stories that I did. I started writing about demons – extremely different to include devils and angels. I delved and dipped into post-apocalyptic. And I wrote a really big, really fat fantasy novel, which is something that I really want to strive forward with and publish. The point is, I looked at my writing, and I realized that I wanted variety, that I wanted to do something other than just paranormal romance. I wanted to be versatile.

This is part of the reason that I really enjoy writing prompts. I post them every Monday now, and I urge you to check them out and participate! The most recent one can be found HERE. Doing writing prompts can sometimes push you out of your comfort level, but that’s the point. Write something that you wouldn’t normally write – pick a perspective that you’ve never experienced before… pick a character that you aren’t comfortable with… and go for it. I encourage you to try to write at least one short story a week, and switch them up! Do something you wouldn’t normally. You can do it!

Write. Practice. Grow.

It’s so important that we do this – it’s so important that we allow our horizons to expand, because we might find that the next thing that we write is something more amazing than anything that we’ve ever imagined we could do. I’m urging you to push yourself, and I’d love to see the results. Check out the writing prompt I listed above, and write something that is completely out of your comfort zone. Post the link in my comments, or link me to it ❤ Be Versatile! Be proud of your writing!

And above all, never quit.

Until next time, with the letter W! Keep reading and writing!

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October Writing Prompt 4 – The Fury of the Deep

Hey all! It’s time for the fourth prompt of the month for me! I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with… and this one is actually also getting me excited for NaNoWriMo. I feel like after I’m done with this month of prompts, I’m going to have a million options for NaNo!


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The Fury of the Deep

Their hypnotic songs turned men into slaves.  There have always been tales of fantasy when it came to the merfolk – no one realized the true terror that lurked behind the whimsical tales that mortal men tell. Those who have seen the merpeople for what they truly are have never come to the surface to tell the world the truth of their vicious nature.

The only truth to their legend is that of the siren – beautiful women who have lured ships to the depths of the ocean, have turned men to slaves. They have stolen more lives than anyone is aware… but no one thinks of this when they think of the mermaid. Instead they think of beautiful songs and Disney characters.

No one thinks of the vile creatures of the depths, whose full lips give way to sharp teeth. Their pale flesh is luminescent in the deep dark waters of the ocean; they draw in their prey with a beautiful voice, only to devour them once they have given in to the enchantment. They are magik, more ancient than anything that walks on the land.  When they lure humans to the depths, they sometimes keep them living and breathing through that magik, so that they can breed them like cattle. Atlantis, the lost city, was sunk to the depths from going to war with them. This tale has been lost to legend, just as the truth of the mermaids nature has changed over the years.

There is a problem, however. They have become malcontent with their domain of the ocean. Humans strive to explore further and further into the depths… and the merpeople are growing angry. A war is coming, and humanity will realize for the first time that the mythical creatures that they have fantasized about for so very long are not the innocent and kind beings that they have imagined. They are lethal, deadly, and the apex predator to humanity… for the simple fact that they are not simply bound to the ocean. They can take to the land, and they plan on doing so. They plan to conquer the world in a wash of blood and terror the likes of which no human has ever seen before.

I send this message as a warning from the depths of the ocean… I am the only living survivor that I know of… the only human who has managed to escape from the depths of the merpeople’s city. I have heard their plans, and I know that our race is doomed unless we prepare. Watch the oceans, watch the waves… watch the sea.

Death is coming for us all, and I do not know if we have the strength to survive the song of the sirens.

Let me know what you guys think! I can’t wait to see your responses! Until next time, keep reading and writing!

Author Amanda McCormick

Posted in 31 day writing challenge, Creative WRiting, halloween writing prompts, NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, Writing Challenge

October Horror Writing Prompts – Day 3 Prompt

Everyone is doing such a good job so far. I’ve seen a few different stories. I can actually say that it’s getting me excited for NaNoWriMo. Just getting a writing schedule down is pretty fun. How are you guys feeling about it so far? Also, any prompt suggestions? For now, here is the day three writing prompt!!!

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I hope everyone can figure out something fun for this prompt! I wanted to leave it really open this time to see what sparks in the imagination!

Happy writing!

Author Amanda McCormick

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October Prompt, Day 2 – Family Business

Here is my prompt for Day two of the October horror writing! I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with this time!!!

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I’ve always been able to see things. I never realized it was something abnormal until I was eight years old and I told my friend’s parent about the young boy who fell into their swimming pool. He was struggling, and I’d wanted them to help him. Instead of helping, Michael’s mother went pale, her lips pursed. I didn’t understand why they’d called my mother to come and pick me up, until that night when she’d asked me if Michael had told me about his younger brother drowning the year earlier.

For a long time, I didn’t understand what I could do. I saw people in glimpses. I saw people dying. It was uncomfortable and frightening… but I became to used to it that it was normal.

What wasn’t normal was the first time I saw the image of my father strangling a young boy in the basement of our new house.

A scream tore out of my throat, and I actually ran forward to stop him. When I fell through the images, tumbling to the ground and catching myself against the stone wall, I could do nothing other than turn and sit with a numb feeling spreading along my entire body as the image of my father shook the child violently until he wasn’t moving anymore. The image faded away as my father turned and grinned, holding the small limp body in hands that had picked me up and twirled me around when I was a child.

I wasn’t a child anymore, and my seventeen year old mind was having trouble keeping a scream from erupting out of my throat. It was even harder to stay silent when I heard a rush of foot steps and my father’s face peered in through the basement doorway, concern clearly painted on his visage.

“Charlie, are you okay?” He was coming down the stairs two at a time, and I recoiled when he grabbed for my hands. He frowned, but took my wrists. I didn’t notice that my palms were bleeding until he pulled them upward. “What happened? Are you all right?”

I was having trouble speaking. Everything that I saw was true. I’d never seen an image that wasn’t an actual event. I’d started researching to make sure.

“Dad, I…” But looking into those blue eyes full of concern, I couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t accuse him. I had to be wrong.

“Charlie?”

“I tripped. This basement is dark even with the lighting. Do you think we can add in some more lights?” My father was an electrician, and he was teaching me the tricks of the trade. A smile spread across his face and he nodded, pulling me to my feet.

“Of course. We can make a project of it. For now, let’s get you washed up, okay?” He shook his head, and I saw his eyes flicker to the wall behind me. For a moment, I noticed a coldness flit through his gaze. It chilled me to the core.

I was still shaking as I made my way upstairs, but I’d almost managed to talk myself into thinking that I’d been wrong, that I’d seen wrong when I got into the bathroom. I turned to wash my bleeding hands in the sink and stopped cold. Behind me my mother was holding a young woman’s head under the overflowing water of the bathtub. The woman was thrashing and struggling, and my mother was laughing.

“What the fuck!” I jerked around. I could see water stains on the floor, but my mother and the dying woman were gone. “What the fuck!” I whimpered the words out again. I actually clenched my fists, the pain from the pressure on my palms telling me that I wasn’t dreaming.

“Charlie, baby? Are you all right?” It was my mother’s voice now, coming to check on me. I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t know what to do. Images flashed in front of my eyes again, my mother dragging the body out of the room, my father telling her to bring it to the basement.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. We weren’t even unpacked. This was supposed to be a fresh start. We’d moved here because our old neighborhood had been so full of crime that the images were driving me crazy. My parents had thought I was stressed. They’d told me a change of scenery would help me to calm down. My father had said he was ready to get me in to the family business, that we could start working together…

I opened the door, feeling numb. My mother was standing there, concern on her gaze. Behind her, I saw an image of her dragging a bleeding woman into the room that we’d just moved my bed into. As I watched, she slammed the door against the woman’s head with a sickening crack and the image faded away.

“Mom… have you been here before?” The concern faded away from her eyes as I looked at her. There wasn’t anger there, but a sense of understanding. A knowing smile slowly spilled across her lips.

“I think you need to come with me, Charlie.” Fear spilled cold through my chest.

“Mom?” I think that she could hear the fear in my voice. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around me.

“Don’t worry, baby. It’s going to be okay.” Her arm stayed around me, and she led me to the basement door again. My father was standing at the bottom of the stairs. He had a brick in his hand and his shirt was dirty.

“Mom… Dad…” I didn’t want to ask them if they were going to hurt me, but an image of them throwing a thrashing body down the stairs played before my eyes, that body falling through my dad and fading away.

“I told you, Charlie… it’s time for you to join the family business. I have something to show you…” I could see the wall that I’d fallen into earlier, the hole in the wall… and the smell of decaying flesh was creeping up the stairs. My parents… my sweet parents… the family who dressed in matching sweaters to take Christmas photos… and this was their secret? I knew what was going on now, and I had to make a decision. I didn’t know if I was safe – not if I didn’t agree to what they were wanting to show me. At least for now. With a quaver to my voice, I started down the stair and asked softly.

“The… family business…?”

An image of my father sealing up a woman, eyes wide and mouth taped shut, alive and frightened behind the brick wall played before my eyes. When the image faded, I could see the shriveled, rotting body.

“Oh, God…”

My parents were murderers… and they wanted me to join their ‘business’?

What was I going to do?

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October Writing Prompt, Day 1 – The Photo

I’ve chosen to do prompt #20 for my prompt! “There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.” I’m excited to start this (even though it’s getting posted very late in the day for today. I’ve been out all night.) The fresh prompt for day 2 will be posted within the next little bit as well (sometime when there is light outside.)

There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. It wouldn’t usually be such a problem… but I live alone, and this is a brand new phone. I only noticed that it was there because it was set as my background.

For a few moments, I simply stared at my phone, wondering if I’d somehow managed to take the picture of myself… but there was no way. My hands were tucked under the pillow, and the photo was taken by someone who was standing over me. I could feel goosebumps rising on my skin the longer I looked at the snapshot. What should have been an innocent photo of me in my tanktop and shorts was suddenly ominous. I felt so… violated.

A sudden buzz caused me to scream. The ringing on my phone was accompanied by another shot of me sleeping, this time with a grimy hand stroking my hair out of my face. I didn’t want to pick it up. I didn’t want to answer. It was almost as though something forced me to put the cell to my ear and press the button. I couldn’t force myself to say ‘hello’. Instead, I sat silently on the line; my lungs were too tight with fear and anxiety to even allow me to take in a breath. The heavy breathing that I heard in my hear wasn’t an echo of my own.

“I hope you like your picture, Sadie. I always wanted to be a photographer. You’re just so pretty when you sleep.” Laughter spilled out of the speaker and I flung the phone away from me as hard as I could, watching the hundreds of dollars that I had just spent shatter in plastic and buttons. I didn’t care. I didn’t want the phone. I didn’t even want my apartment anymore at the moment. I couldn’t stop myself from pushing out of my bed and grabbing my purse.

I locked the apartment behind me and let out a small whimper of fear. I needed to go to the police. I couldn’t really call them since I’d ruined my phone. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if they would believe me since I’d shattered the evidence…

“Oh, fuck…” I wasn’t even sure if going was the best idea, but I knew that it was my only option. I had to see if they would believe me.

The darkness of the parking garage attached to my apartment was one of the most frightening things I’d ever experienced. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck standing up, and every shadow seemed to dance with malicious intent. It was only as I pulled my keys from my purse and unlocked the door of my car that I heard a ringtone.

It was the same ringtone that I’d heard from my mysterious caller only a few moments ago. There was a flash of light and the sound of a camera clicking. I could see a shadow in the window of my car, but I didn’t get the chance to turn around. A voice spoke.

“Hello, Sadie…” A hand on the back of my neck sent my head slamming forward into the window of my car… and with a sick crack of glass and a burst of pain, the world faded to black.

There we go. That’s literally unedited, uninhibited writing. I want to do these prompts in a way that they’re fresh and just a stream of thought to get me ready for NaNoWriMo. I might go back after November and edit my favorites up! Who knows!

I can’t wait to see what you all have written! Post or link in the comments below!

Until next time, keep reading and writing!

-Author Amanda McCormick