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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!

Author Amanda McCormick

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I thought we’d do something a little fun today. ❤ If you’re really bad with picture prompts and you don’t feel like you can do this, just make sure that you write a story that involves SHARKS! ❤ I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with!

 

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Oh, is it that time again? I think so! It’s time for another Blog Challenge! I wanted to switch this one up a bit again… so, instead of me giving you a writing prompt, I want you to make a list. Write down the last five things that you can remember dreaming about. After you’ve done that, use at least three elements from those dreams to make a short story! Doing this, you’re going to kind of delve into your own mind to write a story and practice what a lot of writers do to create new worlds!

(For those of you who will say: I can’t remember my dreams. I don’t dream. I don’t want to do this. Blah. Fine. https://wordcounter.net/random-word-generator Pick five words here and carry on as instructed.)

I can’t wait to see what you all come up with!

So, let’s get to it, shall we?

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Hey, everyone! So, the turnout for my first blog challenge was fantastic! I loved everyone’s responses and am hoping to get the same kind of turn out for this entry in the challenge!


Prompt #2: Make a list of five things you’re afraid of happening to you. Then write a story in which one of them happens to your character.


That’s right! We’re going a little personal this time. Honestly, it’s a good thing. When writing, being able to pull from personal experience and emotion will make for a fantastic story! I can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with! Remember, you can join in on this challenge at any time ❤ If you do, just link back to my page, and I will make sure to add you to the list of responses when I get mine posted up!

So, let’s get to it, shall we?

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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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Hey, everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve done this, but it’s good to be getting back into the groove of things! I am changing the day that I post my writing prompt to Monday, because it just flows better. I’ll be experimenting with my schedule on and off for January to figure out exactly how I want to settle into it! Anyway, I won’t waste a ton of time chit chatting, let’s get straight into the prompt, shall we?

You’re writing one day, when suddenly you find yourself pulled into your own story. What happens?

I thought this would be pretty fun – it’s also a way to talk about what you’re currently writing without having to spoil too much of the plot! I thought that it would be an interesting prompt to start the new year out with, if for no other reason than to get you interested in your current writing project again.

I will be posting my response on Saturday! On Sunday, I will do a second blog to link all of the responses that people do, so that we can make sure to share the fun around! If you end up doing this writing prompt, just make sure to link back to me so that I know, that way I can get you linked up and shared out properly on my blog! If you’re doing it on something other than wordpress, just comment a link to it on this blog, and I’ll make sure to still link back and share, regardless of the venue!

I’m really glad to be back to blogging properly, and I have to say that I have missed you guys, especially getting to see your responses to my writing prompts! I can’t wait to see what you all come up with!

 

Until next time, you guys! Keep reading and writing, and keep being amazing!
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horror-promptsHey, everyone. I’ve clearly continued with my “I’m behind on doing my writing prompt responses.” And I very well may continue that for a bit more. I’m hoping to catch up over this weekend, but we’ll see. I will, however, continue to post the prompts ❤ And I’m playing catch up with that today. I actually kind of like doing them in a big post though, because it gives the people who don’t want to do daily prompts a variety all in one place.

Anyway, NaNo is getting closer and closer, so I encourage you to apply these prompts to your characters, if you can. After all, there’s nothing wrong with that!

Prompt #25

“There’s a body-shaped gap in the thick forest brush that wasn’t there before. Upon closer inspection, each of the branches around the gap are seared as if burned.”

Prompt #26

You wake up one day to find your dead husband/best friend sitting in your living room.

Prompt #27

The smell beneath the floorboards was getting worse every day

So, there we go. Three new prompts. I think that they’ll be pretty fun to tackle. I tried to make sure that they each had a different type of feel to them. Bonus points for you guys if you can work in your MC’s from your NaNo novel this year for the prompts – if you do that, make sure to link me back when you post it. I”d love to see what you’re writing, and I’m going to compile and post everything together after you’ve done it.

Even though I’ve been getting behind on these prompts, it has still been a real adventure for me. I really love posting prompts – I usually only do it once a week… and that’s completely manageable for me to complete. Though one every day has been a bit much, just coming up with the prompts is a fun and creative process for me. I’m glad that you guys have been enjoying it as much as you have, and you can rest assured that I’m going to do this again for next Halloween!

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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It’s really late in the day (night) and I truly do apologize for the fact that my  prompt has taken me so long to get up. I’m not going to take very long to post it, so I can get it up before 11pm at least! So.

Prompt #11 is coming right up!


Prompt #11

There was something moving in the darkness, and the light from your cellular device lifted to illuminate it–


There we go! Horror Writing Prompt #11 is about that creature lingering in the darkness. I honestly can’t wait to see what you come up with, because I often find that the things in the dark are the scariest of all – especially if we shed light on them.

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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Hey, guys! It’s time for the response to my Day Six Writing Prompt! This is yet again one of those instances in which… well… I might have accidentally made something very akin to the beginning of a novel here. There’s actually 2,000 more words to this, but I cut it so that you wouldn’t have an enormous wall of story to read, because I didn’t think that you’d appreciate it.

Honestly, though, I really enjoyed responding to this, and I can’t wait to see what you guys came up with. I hope that you enjoy what I’ve written!


Mr. Teeth and Claws

I didn’t know him by his face, but I knew him by his voice. It was rich and full of promise, and a snarl all at once. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and I certainly couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I’d come back to my parent’s house because my Father had just died, and after the funeral, I’d trudged my way up the stairs and to my old room. My mother said that my bed was still there, the sheets fresh, the pillow new. I was moving back in, because she couldn’t take care of everything at the house, including my little brother, on her own.

I was moving back in because I was a terrible son if I didn’t help her – if I didn’t do something to make this a little bit easier on her. I’d lost my father, but she’d lost her husband, her best friend. She’d lost the man that was the most important person in her life…

And all that I could do was move back in and hope that I was capable of making things a little bit easier on her.

I wasn’t sure what I could do – but I would do whatever I could.

It was when I stepped into the room that the voice spilled out; the blackout curtains kept the soft streetlights from shining through my window. I’d installed them when I was sixteen because any light at all kept me awake.

“I thought you’d never come home, Corbin. It’s nice to see you again.”

My eyes widened, and for a moment I thought that my heart stopped in my chest. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t heard that voice since I was ten years old, and my father had told me that believing in the monster under your bed was foolish, and I was a big boy. I’d told him to go away, and after a few moments of arguing, he told me that he would.

For now.

But he’d promised me then that we’d see each other again.

I didn’t move to turn on the light. I closed the door behind me, and I felt my breath come in a soft, shaking gasp. “I’ve had a damn long day, I’m imagining this.”

I heard the sheets rustle – he wasn’t beneath my bed any longer, he was sitting on top of it. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and I could see the vagueness of a large figure, slender and lean, sitting on the head of my bed. “Really, Corbin? After everything that we’ve been through? After how kind I was, leaving you alone after that Father of yours demanded it? And you’re going to treat me like any other beggar on the streets like you don’t know me?” His voice was thick like honey and choking like smoke. It was in my head, wrapping around my thoughts, wrapping around everything that I was so that I took a step forward without realizing it.

“I don’t think so, Corbin.”

His voice was a low growl. A threat, a warning, and his displeasure made very known to me for the fact that I was trying to write him off as a hallucination of my very exhausted mind.

My hand moved to the light switch on the wall, and he tsked again. “I don’t think that’s necessary. Here,” there was a flicker of motion, and a light purple flame appeared. The thing on my bed was all blackness and shadow, but dancing amongst it I could see a very human face peering out at me. He had full lips and dark crimson eyes that flashed with wicked delight at the fact that I was looking at him with wide-eyed horror. I’d seen him under my bed before – a flicker of shadows and teeth and claws.

He was still all teeth and claws, but those teeth were concealed behind full lips and a curtain of dark hair that was the shadows that had always obscured him when I was younger.

“Who are you?” The words came hoarse from my throat, and I couldn’t believe that I was even talking to him. Still, there was nothing that I could do about it – he was real, and on my bed, and more tangible than anything that I’d ever thought possible.

“You used to call me Mr. Teeth and Claws. Or Shadow, don’t you remember?” He smiled again, leaning back on my bed so that I could see amongst the swirl of darkness that obscured his body a lean, muscled frame and an exposed chest. The darkness was like a cloak, and as he stretched back, still holding that purple flame in his hand like a flickering lantern, it shifted and moved so I could see more of his body.

“Those aren’t real names. You aren’t-”

“Don’t say that I’m not real again, Corbin. I won’t ask twice.” His voice was chilled, a snarl, and it froze me in my spot. My eyes widened, my heart beating so violently in my chest that I could hardly breathe around it.

“Okay…” I barely managed to get the words out, but he grinned viciously at me for it.

“That’s better. Now then, why don’t you come over here – we spent a lot of time on this bed, you and I…” His voice curled darkness, as though something had happened that hadn’t. I remember being terrified of his arms reaching out from under the bed, and I remember his dark voice telling me stories all night long about little boys being caught up in the shadows and never returning again. “And now that your Father is gone and his barrier has fallen to shambles, I’ve come back to claim what is mine.”

I’d started to step forward, lured by the warmth of his voice, the curling pleasure that cloaked the daggers… but as soon as he mentioned my father, I stopped.

“What do you mean, his barriers?”

The Shadow on my bed laughed richly, “Did you think that I left because you asked me to? Oh, Corbin, that’s rich. No… no, little boy, my little dreamer.” He raised one hand, and a pale finger that seemed elongated in relation to a normal digit crooked towards me. I felt a pull above my navel, almost as though he was calling me forward. “You belong to me, just as much as I belong to you.”

There was something so damning and final about his words, and I couldn’t help the frown that flitted across my face.

“What do you mean, his barriers?” I asked the question again, though this time, it was far fainter. I had a feeling that something had been going on – perhaps for quite some time, that I hadn’t been aware of at all. It was clear that this creatures reappearance in my life had something to do with my Father’s death… but my Dad had died from a construction accident at work… so surely, the thing on the bed hadn’t had anything to do with that?

“No, Corbin. I never had an influence on his life. Only yours – you and I, we are linked. I am the Nightmare, and you are my Dreamer. He just thought that he could keep you from me.” He smiled then, and it was all sharp teeth and wickedness. He crooked his finger again, and I stepped to the edge of the bed. That hand flew out, wrapped around my wrist.

It was cold.

It burned.

I didn’t understand the wash of sensation that tore through me – it was a mixture of terror and excitement, and it burned and nearly made me faint from the sensation of my heart thundering in my chest.

“S-stop. What are you doing?”

“What I was meant to do all along.” He pulled me closer to him, jerking my body forward until I fell on the bed beside him. I couldn’t ask more questions, though a thousand of them were flying through my mind. “You’re my shadow kissed Dreamer – you can see into our world…. you can see me. It’s your father’s fault, for being half Nightmare himself.”

I still couldn’t speak… and I still didn’t know what in the fuck he was talking about. My father wasn’t a nightmare. His dark hair and eyes had always been kind, and he’d always chased away the shadows–

“Because he didn’t want us to know about you. Do you know how special you are? How rare you are?” The Shadow leaned forward, and his tongue came out, long and smooth. He licked along my cheek, and the saliva left a cool line against my skin that burned just as much as his touch had. “You make a Nightmare strong, you let me walk in the physical world… and he can’t keep me at bay anymore. No, you’re mine, little Dreamer, and together, we’re going to have all of the pleasures of the world.”

He purred that word, deadly like a big cat. I wanted to jerk away from him, but I was frozen under his presence, under the weight of him holding me there on the bed that I’d seen him hiding under so often, heard his voice spilling from.

After the night when my Father had told me that the monster wasn’t real, I’d never seen him again… but I still heard him sometimes when I was trying to sleep – he’d tell me stories, he’d sing me lullabies… his voice was a curse and a gift all at once, because I’d never been alone.

But I’d left him behind as I’d grown, and I never thought that I’d see him again.

“You need to go – Shadows aren’t real.”

His grip on my wrist tightened, and the lick along my cheek turned into a sharp bite against my neck. I almost screamed out, but his free hand came up, covering my lips, stopping the noise from escaping my throat.

“Do you really want to do that? I’m not your little Brother’s Nightmare, but he’s still Shadow kissed. I could still visit him, instead. Your father isn’t here to protect either one of you.”

I thought of Jackson – of his innocent blue eyes and blonde hair… and I thought of this thing touching him, being near him. I instantly shook my head, my eyes shutting tight. Maybe I would wake up from all of this still, maybe it was just a dream.

“A nightmare, Corbin, I’m a Nightmare… and I’m glad to see that you’ve made the smart decision.” He knew before I’d even said it; he was in my head. He’d known when he threatened Jackson that I was going to do whatever I could to keep him away from him. My eyes opened wide, though, the words that he’d said trickling into the back of my mind. He answered again before I could even speak.

“That’s right, little Jackson has his own Nightmare, and she’ll be hungry for the taste of him just as much as I am for your taste.”

“I can’t le-”

“If you cooperate with me, I’ll make sure that she doesn’t touch him… I’ll make sure that no other Nightmare has a presence in this house, in your families life. I’ll keep your dear little Brother safe.” The aching tight grip on my wrist loosened, and he stroked along the side of my face. His voice was still honey, and it made me shiver. I was terrified – not for myself, but for the thought of Jackson having to go through something like this. My Father had clearly thought that keeping me safe from the monster beside me was important enough to seal him away… but I didn’t know how to do that, and he wasn’t here to do it for Jackson.

“I’ll do whatever you want if you promise that he won’t get hurt.”

Dark crimson eyes flared a bright red, and those full lips curved into a wicked grin that flashed sharp teeth that had drawn blood at my neck. “Perfect – with your blood, with your strength and your essence, I’ll be stronger than her. I’ll be stronger than any Nightmare who thinks they can pique their head and show their face here. This is my domain; no Dream or Nightmare will be known any longer.”

He turned to me then, and those crimson eyes were a swirl, cascading, drawing me in. I wanted to fall into that stare if only to escape from the reality of what was happening around me. I wanted to escape everything that was happening…


So, there we go. More than likely, Mr. Teeth and Claws will end up being a novel. I really can’t help myself. For some reason, I’m terrible at writing short stories.

Still, this is great practice for NaNoWriMo, and I completely encourage you guys to go ahead and do some writing prompts to get yourself revved up for the event!

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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