Hey people,this is my first week with writing prompts.
Anyone is free to join,I will be judging your stories at the end of the week. Whoever wins first place can choose the first prompt for the next weeks prompt.
Good luck to all of you!
#1: oops...wrong room!
#2: You can feel his breath when he says, “We all have it in here. We are all infected.”
#3: Your home alone,you hear footsteps in the room above you and a door slam.
atleast I am trying.
Mizal, you should write about how much you hate your mom and dad.
Your home alone, you hear footsteps in the room above you and a door slam. When you go upstairs, the door to the room is open.
^Is me trying two-sentence horror writing. xD
The moonlight dimly lit my frozen tundra of a bedroom. For I had laid there for hours unable to sleep. Alone I waited for my partner to come home but they never did. I swear I imagined the sound of footsteps in the attic. The floor boards creaking loudly. From the weight of the steps the house was shook. As I finally began to drift I heard the door slam. I didn't dare call out for them.
My breath held as I tried to dart to my cedar chest. I slipped inside being as silent as possible. What I did not notice was the cause of the noise had been staring at the doorway all along. I heard the lock click on the chest. Next thing I knew the chest was no longer on the ground. I tried to protect my body from any serious injuries as I felt the chest wobble.
As I felt being placed in the ground it was odd. I felt my head slam against the wood. I was being lowered into a hole. Barely able to hear a sound what was just barely heard was a shovel. It began to become cold within the chest. I lay atop many memories. The blankets and scrap books filling most of the space.
For I did not know how long I had been in here. It felt like days possibly weeks. All I remeber is the chuckle of the thing that had buried me alive. My consciousness slowly slipping away into the depths of my own hell. I accepted my fate to die within my own memories.
All that was left in my place was a sterling silver chain. That the key to my own coffin was encompassed by.
I can't determine whether this is edgy or horrific.
?Probably the latter.
She wished she had been here for the Edgelord Contest. xD I think the main character got dizzy or whatever and lost sense of time.
The character's sense of time was supposed to be distorted.
This was written right after Pale read Love SICK, so that makes sense.
Lol. She did say she read Love SICK and reread it and reread it. xD
Actually this wasn't inspired by it. It was based off of my fears as I was curled up alone in the dark hearing actual noises from the attic.
i am ending the writing contest at 11:00 a.m. so...,whoever is in first place can pick one of the prompts for next wek.
Your home alone on the couch watching tv and you hear footsteps upstairs in the room above you,all of a sudden you hear a door slam.This freaks you out so much that you sleep downstairs.
I am home alone when I hear a spooky sound upstairs.
I then hear a door slam.
I then hear footsteps.
"oh no i must go to spooky sounds."
I go to staircase and the spooky sounds get louder.
a guy appears at top of staircase.
He has a knife.
He descends staircase.
He stabs me.
the knife penetrates my heart
I am dead.
"oh no i am now dead because of a knife wielded by a very spooky man that penetrated my heart."
That's...beautiful. Very well written.
y'know i like these prompts so much that i'm gonna do prompt #2
A guy walks some streets or something when he spots a cool-looking building. This building was rainbow-colored and cool and people were running out of the building naked so it's a really cool building. The man, being particularly curious as to why homo-sapiens were emerging from this peculiar establishment with their buttockes exposed, strode over to this very establishment. wen hi got ther're, da naaced peeps gan-bnged hihm an hi deed noy lik dat 1 bit so hi keeled gim an theee daad. When blood poured from the many pores of the fallen naked warriors, and when that man emerged victorious, he walked right up to the solid doubles door, kicked them wide open, and you know what he saw??????!!!!!1111 HE SAW FUCKING DICKS AND TITS EVERYWHERE! EVERYBODY WAS FUCKING EVERYBODY! Some naked guy walked up to the man and said:
“We all have it in here. We are all infected.”
And then the protagonist died.
AIDS. They all had AIDs!
hey you still have two hours to write a short story,its not too late to write a story.
Maybe next time ^^
I don't like posting my writing, anyways.
I'm a terrible writer.
i'll remember that next week
I said "maybe", not a promise >~>
Obviously they had STDs. Duh. Sorry Seto, but you don't get the million dollar prize this time.
Goddamn it. So close xD
Wow. Maybe this thread CAN outcompete @Seto 's. xD
Definitely seems that way :P
More entries than I've had in awhile xD
i waked into teh room but teer wuz a scary grill with an axe but she was horny so she fucked me into the ass with teh axe and i ded.
I love it! Not a single spelling/grammar mistake at all!
Exactly what i thought! (she says sarcastically)
Here, don't say I never did anything for you and I'm certainly not choosing any prompts for next time.
You come home after a hard day at work at the porno shop.
You decide to unwind by watching a stupid movie starring some unfunny comedian and masturbating with your alien vibrator because working a porno shop for twenty years has completely fucked up your senses of what you find erotic.
Curse your parents for making you get a job at the age of six.
Just as you’re about to get started, you suddenly hear footsteps in the room above you and a door slam.
You think, “Shit, I didn’t realize anyone else was here!” and quickly pull up your panties and stretchy pants.
Then you also realize “Shit, nobody else lives here because I’m lonely and can’t hold down a proper relationship, so who the fuck is upstairs?”
You put your vibrator down and grab the gun underneath your couch pillow, you also make a mental note that you need to start keeping these two things in vastly different locations since you nearly had an unfortunate accident when you were fumbling around in the dark a couple days ago.
You cautiously head upstairs fondling your hard piece of American made weapon of personal destruction.
Actually you think you’re wetter now than before when you were about to send yourself to happy land with your vibrator. Perhaps the anticipation of killing something has stirred something within you, or maybe you’ve just pissed yourself a little.
Either way, you’re pretty excited.
Remembering all those shows you’ve watched on TV, you kick open the door and see the figure of a girl holding an axe causing you to fire a shot at her.
Screams follow and you quickly step inside the room and turn on the light to get a better look everything.
The light reveals that your shot completely missed your target, which is just as well since the girl with the axe now whimpering in the corner is your creepy cousin Mary.
“Suzy! What the fuck man! Why’d you do that?! You nearly shot me!” she cries.
“Me? What the hell are you even doing in my house? I told you not to be creeping up in here like some fucking cat burglar again! That’s how motherfuckers get shot!”
“Mom kicked me out again.” Mary says followed by a lot of coughing.
“Not surprised. Probably caught you and your brother fucking each other again. Speaking of which, where the hell is he? Because if you’re here, I know damn well his annoying ass is here too…and stop fucking coughing so much, that’s really annoying.”
“You’re tellin’ me. I just got a touch of flu or something.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake…you’re telling’ me you’re sick?”
Before Mary can answer, you suddenly sense someone coming up behind you. You already know who it is and he’s just as creepy as his sister.
He whispers in your ear and you can feel his breath when he says. “We all have it in here. We are all infected.”
Then you elbow him in the stomach and start pistol whipping Martin.
“Get the fuck away from me then! I don’t wanna catch a cold! Unlike some people I have to work for a fucking living!” you exclaim.
“Ow! Fuck! Stop! Okay!” Martin exclaims and goes over to Mary to avoid anymore of your abuse.
“And why the hell were you carrying an axe when I walked in?” you ask.
“Oh, well me and Martin were playing this game where…” Mary starts to say before you interrupt.
“Y’know what? Never fucking mind. I don’t even want to know what sort of twisted sex games you two were doing.”
“So hey Suzy, is it okay if we stay here for the weekend? Mom should be cooled down by then.” Martin asks.
“You two fucking degenerate plague carriers come barging into my home and you have the balls to ask me if you can continue to stay? If your mom wasn’t one of the few relatives in this fucked up family that I didn’t mind, I’d throw the pair of you out on your asses right now. (Sigh) Yeah you can stay, but try to stay confined to this room. I don’t want germs all over the place.”
Mary and Martin both smile and thank you. You shake your head and start to leave.
“Hey Suzy, did you want to join us?” Mary asks.
“Fuck no, I don’t want to join you. You’re both sick and I told you I have to work. Maybe next time when you both don’t have super ebola or whatever the hell you got.” you exclaim and shut the door.
You head back downstairs to resume what you were going to do, but now you find you’re out of the mood. You turn off the movie and throw your vibrator aside.
As you're pondering how your life sucks a lot, you start to hear Martin and Mary really go at it. You sort of wish they weren’t sick otherwise you would have joined in, just as something to do.
Still, all sounds of ecstasy is starting to put you in the mood again and that’s when you get the cunning plan.
You unload your gun completely and make sure there isn’t one in the chamber. You then look at it longingly.
“I know last time was an accident, but this time isn’t going to be baby.” you say.
You then lick the barrel before “holstering” the gun repeatedly.
Well. That was beautiful.
that was amazing!!
Hopefully, that will not happen :/
I think she did a fair job with the judging, actually..though she took all of the entries seriously >~< please no one tell her they were not.
Also, I think End deserves a commendation for this :D
"We all have it in here. We are all infected." a random guy said to three others random guys. They died. The End.
Prompt #3: Know it's not horror, but I wanted something different xD
It had been a long work day. Long, annoying, but relatively normal. I was ready to peel off my uniform the second I came home, shower off the sweat and grime of the day, and change into something more comfortable.
I needed a drink first, though. My throat was dry enough to desiccate a corpse. Reaching for a beer that I knew I was still a year shy of being legally allowed to drink--but who cares, it's not like I had anyone here to judge me--I froze when I heard a noise upstairs. At first, I heard just ragged breathing and soft, pained whimpers. Then I heard footsteps and the sound of movement. I heard a door slam--it sounded like it came from my bedroom.
'Oh my God, I'm being robbed.' I was stunned. It's not like I really had much to take. I can barely afford this place now that my flaky, fair-weather "friends" and roommates bailed on me, let alone anything to put in it. I wasn't sure whether or not I felt just utterly baffled by the thief's poor choice of victim or legitimately afraid.
I grabbed a kitchen knife to defend myself, though if the thief had a gun I was doomed, and I quietly stalked up the stairs. I did ask myself what the hell I was doing, considering I really didn't think any of my shit was worth fighting for. To be honest, I would've just as easily invited the guy downstairs for what was left of my hot chocolate mix and asked if crime actually didn't pay, or if it paid better than my crap job.
I reached the door to my room and put my ear up to the door. I'm not sure what I expected to hear. A villainous monologue? Maniacal laughter? Sneaky footsteps, perhaps? I heard cussing and breathing that sounded like someone trying not to cry. I pushed open the door as slowly and as carefully as I could. On the bed was a man, about my size, but with a few inches and some decent muscle on him. He had sandy blond hair, and a large bullet wound on his bare torso that he was trying to use a first aid kit on. From the bloody palm-prints on the window sill, I'd assume he got into my place from there. He must've used the tree outside. Adrenaline's one hell of a drug for him to have managed it.
He glanced up and saw me. I recognized those watering, pained, emerald green eyes instantly. "Ethan? Fuck, what happened to you?" It had been five years since I moved away. Up until then, he was my best and closest friend. Most years, my only friend.
"Help me," he pleaded, but I was already rushing to his side. I wasn't exactly fond of the sight of blood, and the wound on my friend was already making me feel queasy, but I had to suck it up for now. If I puked, it would have to be in the toilet, later, not on my friend's open wound.
I grabbed the gauze from his hands and got to work. "How did you even find me here, man?" That was when I noticed that my old friend had some new ink. There was a gang tattoo on his shoulder.
We lived in a bad neighborhood together. Ethan was always more of a scrapper than my mousey-ass and being older, and a decent guy, he looked out for me. We both wanted to get out of that place, but I got out first. His remaining time there must have been even more unkind than I expected.
"Stop looking at me like that." Ethan muttered, hissing in pain. I could see a spark of the fire from our childhood. "I did what I had to do."
I could only nod mutely. "No hospital?"
"Fuck no." He replied quietly. "I'm sorry about the blood on your window and... wherever else I stained up. I was coming by to see you, man. Someone back home told me where you were. I thought maybe I... I dunno. Old memories. I wanted to relive the good ones. Didn't think they'd follow me."
"Are we, uh... going to be expecting visitors then?" I asked anxiously, as I finished patching him up.
Ethan stared at me for a while, then shook his head. "They're not going to follow me, or anyone, again."
I feel a chill at the realization that, yes, my best friend just covertly admitted to being a killer. Only in self-defense--at least, I hope. Still, I could see something familiar in his eyes, some fragment of the guy that stuck by me, closer than a brother. "I'm... glad you're alive." That was all I could say.
Ethan managed a weak smile. "I was going to ask this either way, so, is it cool if I crash here for the night? I mean, I'll understand if you wanna kick me out, but..." He trailed off, glancing down at the bandages on his torso. He might not get far if he left now.
"Yeah. You can stay." I mumbled. I felt guilty. Not just because, if I threw him out, he could very well drop dead, but also because I feel like this is partly my fault. Ethan kept me alive back when we were kids and I kept him out of too much trouble. Maybe he wouldn't have made the choices that led him to this if I had stayed, if we could've gotten out together. I don't know.
Ethan looked uneasy and embarrassed. "... Thanks." That was all he could say.
"However long you need." I added, trying to get an actual smile from him. I missed that smile.
"Thanks." He repeated, and I saw a faint twitch of his lips. Not quite what I was looking for, but I'll take it. Maybe we could figure out how to get him back on track now... or maybe we would just share a few beers, some frozen pizza, and some memories before we went back to our lives. Or maybe there was still some rival gang member after Ethan and they'd come kill us in our sleep and that would be the end of it. I didn't know.
For an instant, I thought about the consequences. I thought about what a smart, self-protective, survivor of a person would do in this situation. I thought about calling cops, and ambulances, and the potential threat to my safety if he stayed. Maybe I'm an idiot, or maybe I'm too loyal, or maybe I just don't care, but all I did after that was help him downstairs to the couch, grab us some food and drinks, and we started to talk.
I owe him my life. If I lost it now by helping him, well, I guess there are worse ways to go out. I didn't know, when we finally passed out downstairs, if either of us was going to wake up again, but just then, I didn't mind. It was kind of a nice thought to think that if it was my last night, at least I wouldn't spend it alone, and maybe that was enough.
Give me all the criticism >~>
:O I like this one!
If anything's wrong with it - in my defense this was done reaaaaalllly quickly. XD
Done really quickly? See my entry... xD
Blerh. Try writing 1000+ words in 12 minutes xD
Thank you for the quick reply, and I apologize my reply wasn't quicker ^^
I know I should probably post my writing more, but I tend to get nervous.
Well, he was guilty about leaving, and not being able to save the person who's saved him once. As well as that, this was all rather sudden.
You're probably right about that. I was rushing a bit, and at the time I thought climbing in through the window was a good idea. But you're right that going in from the ground floor might've been a better way, and much less noticeable.
I liked it,it was amazing!