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31 Days of Horror Prompts for October (#20, 21, and 22)

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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31 Days of Horror Prompts for October (#11)

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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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31 Horror Prompts – Response #6

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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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31 Days of Horror Prompts for October (#4)

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Hey, guys! It’s time for prompt number four in my 31 Horror Prompts for October series! I’ve been really enjoying these, and I hope that you guys have, too. Honestly, this is a great way to get warmed up for NaNoWriMo, if you’re planning on participating. I’m super excited about it myself, and I’m actually going to try to slowly ramp up the length of my story responses so that I can get used to writing at length again every day.

So, without further delay, here is today’s prompt! It’s inspired a bit by my thoughts of NaNo, I have to admit!


The words on the page were gone – instead, a trail of black ink led to your bedroom door…


So! This can be as spooky as you’d like. I’m personally really excited to explore what I can do with this particular writing prompt, so I may end up getting started on it today instead of tomorrow like I usually do.

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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31 Horror Prompts – Response #2

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Hey there, everyone! It’s time for the response to the Day 2 Writing Prompt that I posted yesterday for my 31 Horror Prompts for October!

The prompt was this sentence: The creature stood over me with glistening teeth, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream… I could only watch it come closer.

I decided just to hop right in. This feels like a story that I could come back and visit. I might come back and visit it. Who knows. But for now, let’s hop right into it!


The Woods

The creature stood over me with glistening teeth, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream… I could only watch it come closer.

I wasn’t sure how it had gotten to this point, and I wasn’t sure why my throat wouldn’t open up to at least try to scream – I wanted to do something. I wanted to have some attempt at saving myself before it was too late. I’d always watched horror movies and talked about how stupid the main characters were. They always tried to hide, they always made poor decisions.

And they never screamed unless it didn’t matter.

Of course, I knew that screaming now wouldn’t make a difference. We were deep in the woods. It had herded me here, chased me from the campgrounds and brought me out far enough that no one would be able to hear me if I shouted for help. Fear had stolen away my air, my words, my capability of even giving in to that lulling pretense that shouting would help.

The creature stepped closer, and that snarling row of white teeth spread into a feral grin. It knew what it was doing – it had known all along.

It knew when it had called my name gently, the tone the sound of my boyfriend who had gone out earlier that morning. It knew when he drove me away from the campfire, from my friends who might have been able to do something.

It knew, because it was hungry. It knew, because it had the sound of my boyfriend’s voice, but he was no where to be seen.

It knew, because it was advancing now, and those glistening teeth were paired with sharp claws that moved in a quick, swiping motion.

I didn’t feel the pain as the claws bit in, and I knew that meant it was deep.

Blackness blossomed at the edge of my vision, and numbness overrode my mind. I had enough thought to realize that the creature grabbed my ankle and started to pull me through the dense brush… but it hadn’t killed me.

Not yet, at least.


So, there we go! There’s my writing prompt for Day Two of this Horror Prompt fiasco. If you ended up responding, make sure to let me know so that I can link your prompt here as well! For now, I’m going to go ahead and hop on to posting up Day 3’s prompt! I’ll try to mix it up for you guys a little!

I really encourage you to do these prompts, or something like them. NaNo is soon approaching, and getting warmed up is never a bad thing!

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

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31 Horror Prompts – Response #1

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So, yesterday I posted the writing prompt for Day 1 of my 31 Horror Prompts for October series! Today, I’m posting my response! I can’t wait to see what you guys came up with, too! As a side note: Some slight trigger warnings for mentions of suicide.


Mirror to the Soul

I saw the car accident that my mother was in before it happened. It was one of my first memories, looking my mother in the eyes, and seeing through her gaze for a moment. Her truck spun out of control and skidded off of the highway. I felt the fearful, sick palpitations of her heart… and worse, I heard her whisper my name as her vehicle tumbled over the cliff and fell to the rocks below.

I thought it was a nightmare – I thought it was something that my small mind had made up, until it happened the next day. I didn’t always see how people were going to die immediately; sometimes, it came to me the third or fourth time that I’d looked at them. Sometimes, I never saw it at all.

Sometimes, I saw it the first time that I looked at them, and I realized that their face wasn’t much older than it was right then – I realized that they had on the same outfit, the same hairstyle.

And I wondered if there was something that I could do to stop it.

Most of all, though, from a young age, I realized one thing that I could never do… one thing that I would never want.

I never looked in a mirror, because I didn’t want to see my own eyes.

I wore sunglasses whenever I could – I noticed a long time ago that it was seeing the actual iris that did it. I fell into their pupil like I was falling into a window – and then I saw.

I didn’t want to see what my own eyes held. I didn’t want to know.

The subway was my favorite way to get around – I couldn’t drive cars, because you had to check your mirrors. Every now and then, I’d almost catch sight of my own gaze… or worse, I’d catch sight of someone else as they were driving. It nearly caused wrecks more than once; I’d actually seen someone spin off of the road because of my car spiraling out of control…

I avoided anything that I had to operate – and when I was on the subway, I could easily keep my head down and not make eye contact with anyone. It was expected.

I felt a should bump into my own, and I raised my head out of instinct, grabbing the elderly man as he fell. Even through the darkness of my sunglasses, I could see his clear blue eyes perfectly; I could see it as he sat on his bed, sobbing… and I could see it as he looked at a nightstand that held a picture far too old to be his family as they were now.

He was sad. He was aching. He missed them.

And he wanted to be with him.

The gun that he pulled from beneath his pillow was a flash of silver in my periphery, and there was no fear in his heart when he put it to his temple and pulled the trigger.

I gasped, pulling back from him with tears springing into my gaze. It never got easier. I’d felt enough pain and sorrow for a thousand life times, radiating from the people who I watched pass. I yanked my sunglasses from my face, biting my lower lip, but knowing that he could see the pain and pity on my face.

I couldn’t say anything to change what was going to happen – after I’d felt the loneliness that welled and overwhelmed him on the inside, I couldn’t even tell him not to.

All that I could do was whisper in a soft and ragged voice, “I’m sorry.”

And he seemed to understand. It was like he knew that I knew. His hand came out, and he smiled at me. It was a weak smile, but it was there… and I felt it in my heart that when he put that gun to his head, he wouldn’t feel so alone.

“Thank you.”

I nodded, reaching for my sunglasses as we pulled up to the station. It was dark, and I was ready to go home… maybe have a few shots of whatever alcohol I had on my shelf, and then go to sleep.

I was ready to forget about how much today had hurt.

I turned as the doors slid open, filing out with everyone else, only to be brought up short.

A woman stood in front of me, with tears streaming down her face. Her wide green eyes were full of exhaustion, fear, and I fell into them instantly.

She was stuck, staring at the mirror in front of her with rapt horror on her face. It stopped her from noticing the man coming up to her – stopped her from reacting properly when he shoved hard at her chest and sent her spiraling back into the pit where the subway train ran.

Fear pulsed through her – fear and acceptance and bitterness all at once. In the distance, there was a whistling of an oncoming train, and though she scrambled to get out of the pit in time, it howled closer until–

I sprang back to myself, fear pulsing through me in shocking, palpable waves that made me whimper. But it wasn’t fast enough. The old woman holding up the reflective mirror gave me a toothless grin.

Look inside of yourself.

Donate a dollar.

She had no idea what she’d done with that sign.

My eyes twisted, my body tensing. I turned, but it was too late.

I didn’t see the man coming up to me, and I was so awash with horror at having finally seen myself in a mirror that I couldn’t react in time. His hands were hard against my chest, his voice a vicious snarl.

“You didn’t stop her!”

I heard the words, but I couldn’t do anything about it. The strength in his arms sent me flying backward, and pain shot through my body as I hit against the railing of the tracks.

In the distance, I heard the whistle of the train, and even though I stood, even though I tried to climb out…

I knew…

I knew it was too late.


So, there we are. That’s where I took this particular prompt. I wanted it to be horror-esque, but it was more about the fear of not knowing. The fear of her having to live her life never looking at her own face.

I can’t wait to see how you guys interpreate it! Stay tuned, because I’m going to post Day 2’s prompt shortly!

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

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31 Days of Horror Prompts for October (#1)

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Hey guys! It is October First, so it’s time for me to start posting up my 31 Horror Prompts for October (Year Two!) If you end up doing the prompt, make sure to let me know. When I post my response either tonight or tomorrow morning, I’ll make sure to include your response linked to my own! Don’t worry! If you end up doing the prompt later than today, I’ll go back and edit it in. I’m thinking at the end of the month, I’m going to have one big collaborative post with everyone’s responses over all – that way, if anyone is in the mood for some Halloween Horror Binge reading, they’ll know where to come!

Anyway, let’s get this kicked off!


Day One Prompt: 

You have the ability to see how everyone around you will die.


So, there we go. Day One’s prompt is going to be quite the psychological horror. I think that it’s going to be very interesting to see how people play on this, and how they play differently with the horror aspect of it! I think that you’re all going to do fantastic, and I honestly can’t wait to see what you come up with! Make sure to link back to this post, if you end up doing it!

This is a great way to practice getting in daily words, since NaNoWriMo is coming up so very soon! Make sure to stay tuned to my blog if you’re doing NaNo, because I’m going to be posting tips and tricks for a successful NaNoWriMo every Tuesday and Thursday!

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Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
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What’s Up October?

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So, apparently September is just a slow writing month for me, and that’s pretty okay. I’m still getting my 1k out, and a bit over on a lot of days. But, I’m really excited for the next few months as far as writing goes.

As you all know, NaNoWriMo is in November! National Novel Writing Month is one of my favorite times of year, so I’m extremely excited for it.

I don’t know if you guys remember, but last year I did a 31 prompts for October kind of thing – 31 horror prompts, delivered to you daily for the month of October. I’m going to be doing that again this year (if you have a prompt suggestion and want your blog featured during the month, just drop it in a comment below!) Other than that though, I’m also going to be doing Prep-Tober in anticipation of NaNoWriMo. I’m going to be posting blogs at least twice a week with my own prep tips, tricks, and NaNo advice, so I’m really excited to get to work on that. I think that it’s going to be so much fun.

If there’s any tips or tricks, or anything that you want advice on for NaNo, mentioned it in the comments below. I’ll probably make a few more calls for such, but it’s nice to get a head start.

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

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Weekly Writing Prompt: 8/28-9/3 (2016)

Weekly Writing Update

Hey everyone! I’m getting this weeks writing prompt up bright and early (and I’m not scheduling it this time, since that seemed to be a fiasco last time I tried it.) Anyway, this weeks prompt is actually a picture that my friend Kayla sent me. If she has a source for it, I’ll grab it from her. But it looked like something fun! As you guys have seen, I’ve been writing fanfics as my responses part of the time for these writing prompts.

Anyway – I thought that it would be fun if we could do something that would have us all delving into our fandoms. Even if we don’t write fanfics usually, we still have fandoms. And it’s those that we’re going to draw on today. So ❤ For today’s prompt, please follow the instructions on the photo below (if someone else knows the source to this, give it to me, please. I want to link back to them, because this is amazing.)


 

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So, there we are. It’s going to be taking the young you and the you today and putting them together in something that could be truly amazing. I’m honestly extremely excited to see what everyone comes up with.

Just remember, if you do the prompt make sure to link back to me – I want to be able to link your writing on my blog, so that everyone can enjoy it. Other than that, just have fun, write something amazing… and I can’t wait until Saturday to see what happens!

So, until next time, you guys! Keep reading and writing, and keep being amazing!
Author Amanda McCormick

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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 8/7-8/15 (2016)

Writing Prompt Response

This weeks Writing Prompt was to write a story based on a song. I picked What a Wonderful World, but it was by a different artist, and it had a completely different atmosphere. That’s exactly why I picked it. People might still take the song for the context that it was originally composed to fit inside of. Some people might listen to it, hear the tones, and think that it’s about the exact opposite.

Warning… uhm… I’m the exact opposite. This is a Fallout 4 fanfic (I do those a lot) that is completely AU, and would never happen to my poor baby Quinn ;-; And yet…


What A Wonderful World

The grave was as cold as the day that I’d dug it, the ground just as wet – I knew that it had stopped raining in the half a year since the shovel had hit the ground, but it didn’t feel like it. Everything was gray, and a blur, and there was nothing but the clouds and the rain. Sanctuary Hills was under the constant cover of lament, and it hadn’t lifted since the day that Quinn had sacrificed himself to save us all.

Our General had died, because I wasn’t strong enough to stand by his side and make sure that he pulled out of the scenario with his life.

The Gunners had attacked, and they’d been more furious than I’d seen in a long time – the man who led them moved with a swift fury and violent opposition that I’d never seen before. At first, I thought that he had to be radiated – that he had to be something… but no, he was just a beautiful man; a beautiful redhead who cut through the outer defenses of the Minutemen as though they were rag dolls and paper.

I’ve never seen such a mixture of fury and void mixed into such lovely lilac eyes, but the man encompassed it all, and he took out men who were equipped in combat armor, who carried laser pistols, with nothing more than a knife.

Quinn had been acting strange for days – his eyes had drifted to the horizon more often than I would have liked, and he wasn’t eating. There’d been a battle outside of Goodneighbor, and I knew that people that he’d cared for had fallen. Paladin Danse, the young sniper MacCready. They’d both been cut down by a group of raiders that had banded with Super Mutants in an attempt to take over the city. Quinn had come home covered in blood, and his eyes had been just as dead as the man who led the gunners.

Only, they weren’t dead when he stood on that day – they were full and burning with something, and he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Preston, it’s going to be up to you. The world can still be something, if it has a general to lead it.”

“But General–” Quinn hadn’t listened. He’d darted out of the safe walls that we’d built around Sanctuary Hills, and the redheaded man had smiled. I had tried to follow him, but Quinn had done something, and the door wouldn’t open. I could do nothing more than to stare through a grate as he stepped forward.

“Jack, you can’t take it out on the Minutemen. They didn’t do it.”

The redhead’s eyes had narrowed, and his full lips actually quivered for a moment before he sneered. “They were supposed to serve and protect.” And then, his eyes narrowed and focused on Quinn’s face – it was bruised and cut; he’d come back from the fight torn up, and for the first time since I’d known him, I hadn’t seen him use a stimpak. “I trusted you to look after him.”

I could see something close to defeat and pain rock through Quinn’s body, but he held his shoulders straight. “You know you aren’t here for them, then.” He stepped forward, his hands on his pistols, though they weren’t drawn yet. The men behind the redhead had stopped, watching him with a reverence and something akin to fear shining in their eyes. No one dared shoot – no one dared speak.

“I’m here for him.” The word hissed out of his lungs on a tidal wave of pain that rocked through me, though I had no idea who this him that the man Quinn had called Jack was.

“I know.” Quinn’s voice was soft, and he took a step forward – the gunner’s raised their weapons. Without turning, the man named Jack snarled a command, and those weapons lowered. He was looking at Quinn now, and there was something on his face. Another snarled command, and the men and women started to retreat, until it was just Quinn and the redhead there. Night was falling, and they were far enough away from Sanctuary that it was hard to hear what they were saying, hard to see them…

But I watched as Quinn stepped forward.

“Jack, I did everything that I could, I–”

“That’s not good enough!” The silver blade flashed, and it caught Quinn across the cheek. It was dark, but I could still see the rivulet of scarlet that came from his cheek. My shoulder hit the door then. Hard, harder… harder until I could hear it crack.

Harder, until I burst through it and started running towards them.

“I know it’s not. I know it wasn’t. Jack…” Quinn stepped forward then, and he whispered something into the redhead’s ear. Lilac eyes flared, his mouth dropped open, and Quinn pulled back. There was a soft smile on his face, and his full lips were trembling.

“Quinn..?” Red brows knit together in confusion – I could see a mixture of that fury, that void… and a new pain blossoming across Jack’s features. He looked at Quinn as though what he’s just said was crazy, and the General nodded, closing his eyes and dropping his pistols to the ground.

The red knife struck home true – deep and quick into the center of Quinn’s chest. He fell to the ground as the first droplet of rain fell against my cheek.

Jack, spattered with the spray of Quinn’s blood and looking even more lost than he had before he came here looked up at me as I screamed. His fingers dropped the knife that he held, as though they’d gone numb… and then he took one step back – another… and he ran, dissolving into the darkness before I could pull out my gun to shoot him.

“Quinn!” I shouted the General’s name, but he hadn’t answered me… there was a smile on his face, a blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were open, but his lids were fluttering. I could have chased Jack, I could have followed him into the darkness and enacted some kind of revenge, but I fell to Quinn’s side instead.

His lips were moving, mumbling… and when I leaned in close, he was whispering something.

“What a wonderful world…” He was murmuring, and I let out a small, pained sound, trying to bring my hands to his chest, trying to stop the blood flow.

“Quinn, please… we need to get back to base. We need–” I wasn’t sure what we needed, because I’d seen wounds like this, and you didn’t recover. but Quinn was talking again, and I had to lean closer to hear the words that came with his fleeting breath.

“Missed you, too, Sil. Fuck, I missed you.” His hand shifted, reaching for something that I couldn’t see, and then it fell to the ground.

I pulled back, my hands sopping heat where they tried to stop the knife wound. I didn’t have a stim on me, and when I looked at his face, I knew that it wouldn’t matter.

Quinn had a soft smile on his face, and one solitary tear was spilling from the corner of his eye – I’d never seen him cry before. But his eyes… those beautiful green eyes that had been so full of fire and passion – that had liberated the Commonwealth from the menace of the Institute… looked up at the sky blankly and saw no more.

The rain had started then.


Wow. So o-o uhm, I know a lot of people who read this won’t understand a damn bit of why this is so sad. But this is the mood that it put me in o—–o I’m just gonna leave this here and go sob in a corner.

Other Responses:

Kayla Dore | Prowling Thunder

Make sure to check out those replies! I love seeing how everyone can come up with something different from the same sentence! If you want to be featured on my blog, just do the reply and then link back to me!

I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with! Just remember to keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!

Author Amanda McCormick

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