Writing Prompt
Writings
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VISUAL PROMPT
by Sans @ deviantart.com/Sanskarans
Write a halloween horror in less than 10 sentences.
Writings
“_There once was a girl drenched in black,_
_From her head to her toes all colour did lack,_
_She dawned a smile as wicked as a cats, _
_And …”_
“Who do we have here?”, the writer asked the reader.
“I wondered when you’d find _my_ story, amongst the 100 others”.
“It’s lonely where I am, and dark. There’s a sliver of light that run down my sight, I hear chattering and typing as minds delight”. ...
A withered corpse bride lingered over the grave, the crimson blood of the roses the only thing that stood out amidst the despairing fog. Her sigh was static, barely discenerible among the creaks and groans of the dying trees surrounding the graveyard. I watched helplessly as she scraped a knotted finger along the seam of the sarcophagus. Her movements were painstaking, tracing the gateway to the r...
I died today. I could still feel the cold touch of the steel under my chin. Hot blood dripping onto my open eye from the body hanging above. Odd, I felt alive though I new I was dead. That thing had killed me, me and my friend. The shrouded figure was cloaked in a wispy material as if it was incorporeal, tall, long, and bony. It hunched over my dead body sucking at the blood that still oozed from ...
It was dead silent, and I knew what was going to happen. The wind had died without a sound. The trees still moved though. I felt the strength draining from my body. The Pulling Freak was here. He pulled everything with him, sucking the life out of every thing. The plants wilted and died, and I was going with it. Then something scarier than imaginable happened. The last thing I ever saw was the Fre...
The little girl wondered through the woods innocently near dark , singing and humming to herself. The crickets were chirping, the fog was cold through the air. She came apon a corpse looking women, with no hair, pale skin and her eyed were black and sunken inside her soul. she was reaching her arms out to the little girl telling her to come with her. The little girl wasn’t frightneded by this dead...
Everybody knows of that house. The one on top of the hill. Vines growing from the walls and the musky scent of emptiness. Dares from kids, seeing who is brave enough to go in. They claim its haunted or possessed. If only it were that simple. Stay more than one night, and the house will kill you. Choked or stabbed or simply swallowed whole. I should know. My whole family disappeared there....
Frayed lace brushed the overgrown path as Saerci walked towards her grave. Her delicate steps picking a careful path through the still, grey grass. Today was the one night a year she was allowed to be anywhere in the mortal world, and she chose to stay in her graveyard. It was deserted. All the others were out, seeing family, visiting relatives, finishing honeymoons. Saerci reached her tomb and sa...
He heard a faint knock. He was sure of it. An eerie presence breezed by the window. He saw her mouth open as if in a permanent scream. He went to scream himself, but no sound would come out. He crawled to the door. When he gained the courage to look outside, the ghostly figure stared right back at him. He went to scream, but her permanent scream devoured him first....
The late October chill in the air blew straight through her as the evening gave way to night. There she stood on a wrap around porch beckoning with her hand for someone to approach her. She wore a long white dress with blood staining the front surrounded by cobwebs and bats and such and only a jack-o-lantern lighting the porch. A little boy, barely five, comes into view and he is wearing a cowboy ...