Horror Writing Prompts: July 2016

Horror Writing Prompts: July 2016

Today’s writing prompts are brought to you by the horror genre. I had a lot of fun with writing Forgiveness, this week’s flash fiction. So one of the prompts below features a ghost. These are four story ideas to stir up your creativity. Write until the hairs on the back of your neck tingle.

July 2016-Horror Prompts-Writing Prompt-The ghost silently led the young woman to a long forgotten room.
The ghost silently led the young woman to a long forgotten room.
July 2016-Horror Prompts-Writing Prompt-The creature rose from the gruesome chaos it had wrought.
Writing Prompt-The creature rose from the gruesome chaos it had wrought.
July 2016-Horror Prompts-Writing Prompt-Soldiers deep behind enemy lines desperately search for the only person that can save them.
Soldiers deep behind enemy lines desperately search for the only person that can save them.
July 2016-Horror Prompts-Writing Prompt-A scream echoes outside. One by one, the houses on the street go dark. My house is next.
A scream echoes outside. One by one, the houses on the street go dark. My house is next.

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Forgiveness

Forgiveness: A Flash Fiction

Forgiveness Flash Fiction

The lights flickered, as they often do at this time of the night. A soft voice broke the silence.

“Dear, that ghost is back.”

A couple, in their thirties, lay tucked into bed. Each one held a book. The man closed his book with a thump. He rubbed his eyes, pushing his glasses up to his forehead as he did so. “That’s the third time this week.”

“Fourth,” the woman corrected. She still held her book open, “It’s your turn to see what she wants.”

The man breathed a sigh and pulled himself from the bed, “She’ll talk about her lovely children again.” His wife just smirked, and continued reading.

The man let the bedroom door close behind him as he entered the hallway. He wished he had glanced at the clock but he figured it was after ten o’clock. Their bedroom was located in the back corner of the second floor. At the center of the house was a wide staircase. A large, dome window was set into the ceiling above the staircase casting eerie shadows into the foyer at it’s base. The pale light of the nearly full moon bathed the lower level of the house.

A woman gazed down from the top of the staircase. The banister could be seen through her illuminated image, her right hand rested upon the polished rail. The pale woman turned to regard the man as he approached. There was no hesitation in his gait.

“My apologies if I woke you, Nathaniel.” Her voice came out as a whisper but the man could hear her clearly.

The man shook his head, “It’s Jacob.”

She lowered her head, melancholy pulled her ghostly features into a frown. “Of course, of course. I’m so sorry, it is all so dreadfully confusing. I seek only forgiveness.”

A rhythmic sound echoed through the foyer. It was a sickening, meaty thud. Jacob took two steps away from the ghostly image of Carolynn. “Forgiveness for what?” He tried to swallow the panic rising in his throat.

“They will never forgive me.”

The room grew dark. Jacob looked to the skylight. No moon. Only darkness.

A bolt of lightening cracked, carrying static across his skin, raising the small hairs on his neck. Thunder rumbled deep in his chest and shook the floor beneath his feet.

Carolynn stood inches away from him with her clear eyes piercing, “Can you forgive me, Nathaniel?”

Jacob retreated in panic but felt air beneath his second step. Pain pounded away at his body as he lost consciousness.


When Jacob awoke, the foyer was well-lit but he could still see the night sky through the skylight.

“Hold still. You’ll be fine,” a calming male voice said.

“Your leg is broken,” Jacob’s wife blurted. She was holding his hand and her eyes were red with tears.

“We’re taking you for some x-rays, Mr. Donoghue. They’ll make a diagnosis there,” the EMT and his assistant exchanged a look, as if they held secret information. “You’re lucky. I responded to call here a few years ago. Poor guy tripped in the middle of the night, same as you.” The EMT shifted his eyes away then cleared his throat. “The oddest part is that I was told he wasn’t the first.” He looked around, “It’s said this house is haunted, but there’s always nonsense rumors about nice houses like this.”

Carolynn looked down at Jacob and smiled.

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How To Comic: Mow the Lawn

How To: Mow the Lawn

With summer comes warm, sunny days, cookouts, swimming, and beach vacations. What also comes during the summer months are random down pours of rain followed by a lot of sun. So while everyone is out having fun in the sun, the grass is steadily growing higher and higher. Before you realize it, the lawn has become a tropical rain forest! Which means it’s time to mow, again. Mowing the lawn is one chore most of us loath, especially in this steady and muggy Alabama heat.

How To Mow the Lawn Comic

Step 1: Be aware of the weather. Do not mow in rain. – “What the #%&$?!”

Step 2: Remove sticks, rocks, and other small objects in grass.

Step 3: Stay hydrated. – [5 minutes later…] “I gotta pee!” [another 5 minutes later…]

Step 4: Trim up hard-to-reach areas with a– “I can’t! I’m done!”

 

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Romance Writing Prompts: July 2016

Romance Writing Prompts: July 2016

If we’re being honest with ourselves, deep down, we are all suckers for a good love story. Last month’s romance-themed writing prompts have proven that by being insanely popular on Pinterest. Hopefully, everyone will enjoy these four additions.

Writing Prompt-The High Queen slid through the hidden passage to meet with her imprisoned love-July 2016-Romance Prompts
The High Queen slid through the hidden passage to meet with her imprisoned love.
Writing Prompt-He had not believed in love at first sight until she walked into his life-July 2016-Romance Prompts
He had not believed in love at first sight until she walked into his life.
Writing Prompt-After decades of loneliness, an immortal has agreed to a blind date-July 2016-Romance Prompts
After decades of loneliness, an immortal has agreed to a blind date.
Writing Prompt-This was not what she was expecting when he invited her to a picnic in the park-July 2016-Romance Prompts
This was not what she was expecting when he invited her to a picnic in the park.

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Bayview

Bayview Flash Fiction

She knew they were watching her. They were always watching. It had been eighteen days since she arrived at Bayview Residence. Of course, she would never let any of the others know she was keeping count of the days.

“Lilly? Where are you, Lilly?” The voice was warm and inviting. Too much so. It always made Lilly uncomfortable.

“Coming, Miss Bradshaw,” Lilly called out as she turned off the lights in the lavatory. Lilly stepped into the hallway and closed the door.

Dollie Bradshaw was slightly shorter than Lilly. Or at least she would be if had not been for her lively blonde hair that always defied gravity. Dollie scoffed and shook her head. Not a single hair went astray. “Come on now, dear.” The woman glanced at her wristwatch. “It’s three minutes past seven and we have a guest for dinner. This is very poor etiquette, Lilly. Be sure to apologize before introductions.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Lilly said with a bow of her head.

Lilly followed Dollie past the reading area and to the stair case. A male voice carried up from the first floor.

Oh, goodness,” Dollie whispered, “we’ve missed Monte’s prayer.” Dollie cast a look of disapproval at Lilly. “We’ll let him finish.”

And they did. Dollie led the way to the dining table around the banister of the staircase. Monte Philip Bradshaw sat at one end of the elongated table. He was a tall, lean man with prominent cheekbones and he was dressed all in black. Creating a stark contrast to the elaborate colors of his wife’s outfit. The chair at the other end of the table was vacant, awaiting Dollie.

On the broad sides of the table there were three chairs to each side. Three young women were seated facing the staircase. The three were very similar to Lilly: height, weight, hair color, and features would cause anyone to assume they were related. A fact that had made Lilly uncomfortable since she arrived. The three had been there longer than Lilly and they spoke very little to one another. The Bradshaws liked silence.

There was only one young woman with her back to Lilly and Dollie. Her blonde hair was in a braided ponytail.

“My apologies for my tardiness,” Lilly said with a curtsey. “I am Lilly.”

Lilly tensed as a familiar giggle came from the table. Her heart leapt into her throat as her twin sister turned to look at her.

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When Aunt Flo Interrupts Pokémon GO Comic

When Aunt Flo Interrupts Pokémon GO

The day my husband and I downloaded the game onto our phones, we were hooked. We walked more in four days than we had the first half of the summer. We met new people, we went to the park with our friends, it was great. I also showed my 8 year old nephew and 4 year old niece the game and the Pokémon I had caught. After that my sister downloaded the game so they could play.

My husband told me that the Birmingham Art Museum was a PokéStop and I immediately wanted to take my nephew. We were all excited, this being Dane (my nephew) and my first time to visit an art museum. That’s right, the “artist” of this web blog had never been to an art museum. The morning arrived and BAM! so did that time of the month. Needless to say I spent the majority of the time at the museum bent over in agony, while my nephew pointed out (loudly) where all the resting benches were. Dane did manage to catch two Pokémon on the trip before I was forced to call it quits. Yes, he named it doodoo.

Doduo catch

Kakuna catch

The next seven days were Pokémon free for this trainer. My husband got invited to the park to hit up some PokéStops and take a gym (Team Mystic!). Even though I was out of Pokéballs and had the power to take a gym, I stayed home, grabbed the ice cream and my Bazinga Snuggie, and cried while watching a chick flick.

When Aunt Flo Interrupts Pokemon GO

“I just… ow ow ow… want to… uugghh… Maybe a movie… UUGGHH!!… will help… oh my god… take my mind off of it…”

“You know what I like more than chess?” “Pokémon?”

“WAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

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Fantasy Writing Prompts: July 2016

Fantasy Writing Prompts: July 2016

We’ve been rewatching The Hobbit movies this weekend. So, might as well revisit fantasy prompts again. There will likely be fantasy once a month mixed in with the other themes as we do these writing prompts each week. Fantasy just makes a wonderful escape. Below, you will find four new prompts to help you escape.

Writing Prompt-The spell descended upon the children-July 2016-Fantasy Prompts
The spell descended upon the children.
Writing Prompt-How much for that I asked the merchant nodding to my sword hanging on the wall-July 2016-Fantasy Prompts
“How much for that?” I asked the merchant, nodding to my sword hanging on the wall.
Writing Prompt-The chef ran through the night clutching the son of the assassinated king-July 2016-Fantasy Prompts
The chef ran through the night, clutching the son of the assassinated king.
Writing Prompt-A scream echoed as he stood from the funeral pyre-July 2016-Fantasy Prompts
A scream echoed as he stood from the funeral pyre.

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The Blacksmith

The Blacksmith A Flash Fiction - Read here FREE

The Blacksmith

Upon entering Wanderer’s Stop, I had two objectives: repair my plate armor and get a good night’s sleep. Wanderer’s Stop was a quaint place. I heard mention of it many times in my travels, but this was the first time I had found myself in the area.

I trudged stiffly towards the billowing smoke of the forge. Two days of travel while carrying, rather than wearing, ones armor makes for an exhausting trip. As I followed the consistent ping of a hammer on metal, the source was found. A man a head taller than myself, with arms knotted and veined as wide as my own waist. The blacksmith stopped his work and placed the hammer on his anvil.

“Soldier?” he growled without looking up.

I stepped closer to speak over the roar of the forge “I’m on leave from the war in the west.”

The blacksmith gave a huff of disapproval. He didn’t look like the type to walk away from battle. “Let’s see it,” he demanded with a mighty hand, blackened from his labors.

I reached over my sore shoulders to retrieve the broken armor. As my muscles ached from strain, I made no sound in the presence of this behemoth. Glad to be relieved of the damaged armor, I passed the chest piece to him. His arm didn’t flinch; it was as if I had merely handed him a pillow.

“Orc axe,” he stated as he studied the torn metal. “Most don’t walk away from an encounter with such a weapon.”

“I managed,” my eyes fell on the blacksmith’s hammer, “although some were not so lucky.” My voice trailed off as I noticed a faint smear of blood on it’s surface.

The Blacksmith's Hammer - The Blacksmith - A Flash Fiction - Holloway's Hideaway

The blacksmith glared at me with a sneer, but made no effort to follow my gaze.

“What will it cost me?” I asked coolly.

The blacksmith pulled a sweat-stained cloth from his back pocket and draped it over his hammer. “Silence,” he said with a smirk.

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Public Parks Before and After Pokémon Go

Before video games, internet, and smart phones, public parks were a place kids, teens, and adults could go on nice days to relax and play. Over the past 30 years the attendance of public parks has steadily declined until now. Since the release of Pokémon Go, our small town’s parks have seen a burst in visitors. I’m sure this is a relateable scene for most small towns this summer, and I think I can speak for everyone when I say it’s a very good scene.

Public Parks Before and After Pokemon GO

“Hey dad! What’s that one called?!”

“What team?”

“I put a lure down!”

“This is so fun!”

“Did you get it?”

“Look what I got over there!”

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Dystopian Writing Prompts: July 2016

Dystopian Writing Prompts: July 2016

Dystopian fiction has become rather popular in the past few years. Once, fiction depicted a futurescape of achievement and vast wonder. A society where humanity could move beyond their differences and create a world of abundance. Now, the future has become grim. Hope is all but lost and humanity hangs by their fingertips. Here are four prompts to create your own dystopian world.

Writing Prompt-The first successful hybrid has escaped from the laboratory-July 2016-Dystopian Prompts
The first successful hybrid has escaped from the laboratory.
Writing Prompt-The scouts have discovered the coding for Alpha-July 2016-Dystopian Prompts
The scouts have discovered the coding for Alpha.
Writing Prompt-Through the cloud of smoke it became obvious that our wall had fallen during the attack-July 2016-Dystopian Prompts
Through the cloud of smoke, it became obvious that our wall had fallen during the attack.
Writing Prompt-Today I learned the truth behind the legend of the humans-July 2016-Dystopian Prompts
Today, I learned the truth behind the legend of the humans.

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