Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
by Sans @ deviantart.com/Sanskarans
Write a halloween horror in less than 10 sentences.
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The creature began to drop from the ceiling, silently, slowly. Its prey sat below, innocent and unaware of the imminent danger.
The creature’s hunger was palpable. Eight red eyes gleamed with excitement at the prospect of a meal, and eight spindley legs covered with razor sharp barbs tensed in anticipation. It dropped lower, lower, ready for the attack.
By the time its prey noticed what was ha...
I waited for you. You said you would return and that I should wait. I sat through the rains and the snows; through countless years and centuries. Even when the pain of waiting became unbearable, I waited. You promised you would return and that we would be together again. I promised to wait. I still wait. When are you coming?...
The last night of October
The one day I wish would come sooner
To fill my bags with candy
Not come home till dark
To walk to the houses and knock on doors
And maybe get a cavity
It’s all fun and games till everything starts to change
And all the leaves start moving
And the wolves start howling
Until you can’t hear or see what’s coming...
A boy was in his room, all alone with himself, and
he had nothing to do, nothing important.
He was really bored, though, so he sat on his bed, in his room, trying to use his imagination to think of something cool.
Nothing happened, nothing at all.
Until a man with a mask, a big body and a large machete jumped through the widows, picked up his lamp, bashed his head with it, and used his machete to...
Every halloween my grandmother would sit me and my siblings down and tell us scary stories. She would tell many every year and some times it was hard to remember them all. However there was one that she told us every year that stuck with me like glue. She told us about her first born child who she said was “abducted” by a dark shadowy figure on halloween night. I never truly believed this story, b...
Your love is here.
You have waited long and begg’d for years.
Why do you complain—What do you fear?
A throne of chrysanthemum awaits you my dear.
You’ve been called, you’ve been missed.
“No one loves me,” you’d insist.
It’s here you’ve wandered tried and true.
From birth—blinded in ancient gloom.
This love is eternal, are you ready to bloom?...
Muriel sat on the stone bench, her white gown flowing elegantly down her golden legs. She sat there waiting with roses in her hair, waiting for her lover to claim her as his bride.
But the groom never arrived. Was he dead, did he get hurt or did he simply not love her enough? Muriel’s sorrow and rage took over, she reached for every man that walked past, in the hopes it’s her lover. But when the...