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Write a halloween horror in less than 10 sentences.

Write a halloween horror in less than 10 sentences.

Writings

A Fairy Tale Gone Wrong

“Bit of a horror poem this one - couldn’t resist”


My name means purity and light,


Once I brought beauty and kindness into the world.


Then the mirror caught sight of me, though it did not reflect the axe,


In another life I might have ducked that jealous blade,


I might have loved and been loved, sevenfold,


I would have consumed the poison, trick or no,


I would have endured the soft blush o...

Cover Me In Roses

Weeks pass and I’m still here.

Stuck in this box of grief, unable to pull myself out.

Death had consumed my dearest.

Now I’m being punished.

Punished by love, even after it has crossed the line.

I find myself in front of your name.

Engraved in piece of thick rock.

Something tells me I can hold your hand, just once more.

I reach into the moistened dirt, and then it happens.

You reach back and pu...

All Hallows Eve

The night was dark, pitch black unlike anything found on Bob Ross’ infamous painting color palette that translated to the painting surface.


The night was especially foggy, you could see the hazy grey’ish swirls dance throughout the sky and anytime it touched a street light, it dances around the light into a thick rain that promises illusions and what you wont be able to see.


A couple of house s...

萬聖節

那年萬聖節,小鎮的空氣陰暗潮濕,冷風不斷呼嘯著,像是某種警告。討糖的孩子們穿著五顏六色的衣服,手裡鮮豔的南瓜燈與黑沈沈的夜形成強大的對比,那一抹微笑似乎藏著未知的秘密。


小鎮外,黑壓壓的森林中傳出幾聲異響,沒人注意到那沈重的步伐正在朝鎮裡前行。


莉娜和她的小夥伴們愉悅的奔跑在街道上,不給糖就搗蛋的稚嫩童聲此起彼伏,孩童燦爛的笑容似乎要將整個小鎮都照亮。


幾個小孩跑累了,忽然發現遠處有個老房子,裡面閃著溫馨的光,他們歡樂的敲響了那個房子的門,裡面走出來一個佈滿皺紋的老爺爺。


「不給糖就搗蛋!」莉娜率先喊道,老爺爺的面龐似乎有一瞬間的扭曲,但隨之又恢復了往日那慈祥的面孔。「進去坐坐吧,我找一下糖果在哪」老爺爺說道。


他們坐在一個木桌前,桌上放著一根蠟燭,整間屋子的照明似乎都來自它。寒風吹拂,那根蠟燭在這寒夜似乎顯得弱不禁風,彷彿隨時就會被消滅、吞噬。


老爺爺拿出了一籃糖果,並叮囑他...

Pearly White Bones

Unkempt graves, with numerous varieties of ivy and vine encroaching onto the weathered stone. The figure slowly crept towards the gravesite, something unnatural about its movements. Once it had reached on particularly old grave, it kneeled down, knees to dirt. Laying its cold hands over the barren dirt, it began to dig, and it didn’t stop until it had reached its goal. It carefully selected a coll...

Repentance

A cold blue mist surrounds me, like a cold blanket.


I’m down on both my knees, infront of the grave of my beloved brother.


I.. I really didn’t mean to.


I could hear the dirt crunching inwards behind me.


Closer and closer.


Forgive me!


I could feel its sharp breath scratching my neck.


I thought you could still breathe in there!


I felt the skeletal hands of a child on my shoulder.


He leaned...

Wandering Soul

The horror of your hollow eyes

I cannot help but stare into them

At one point

You were once human

I know it

Your face is slim

And your mouth agape

In a white wedding dress

This was supposed to be your special day

Who did this to you?

Was this our choice?


You stare into my eyes

With shame

But you don’t need to feel that way

You are a wandering soul

Empty

But full of shame

You had so much to do

You...

3 Days In Horror

The cold wind brushed past me,I shivered then a voice called out “You only have a few days left” the voice was unrecognisable.


Suddenly the lights went out in the house leaving us in Darkness.


Summer lite a candle and we all huddled up together Like a group of Penguins,we were losing hope and were terrified then that voice appeared again.

“1………..2………..3……..4……….5……6……7” It started counting the v...

Sweet Treat

The woman never cared for being out late at night, her mother use to say that if something needed to be shielded from the warmth of the sun it was best left to rest in the cover of nights darkness.


She had thought it was an interesting point, and usually always adhered to that logic, but tonight was a special occasion she did not intend to waste locked inside another moment, she had a sweet trea...

Witches Poem

Creeping willow

Burning bush

Old witch

Cries at midnight

Looking at the soaring sight

Every blooded moon

Soon she arises

Hear her calls

Hear her cries

For it may be the last thing you hear...