Horror Writing Competitions Novels & Stories

And just like that, we put up a secret shoot at the Manor, to include a little surprise for Brandon on his grand finale. Brett called me the next day, as the official spokesperson for his boss’ request. There had been no more scuffles or troubles of any kind between the pervs at Quaker Hall and the children crusaders at Tinicum Hall, but they were holding a special summer night event on the 20, the Horror Camp or something like that. The grounds would be brimming with people who would take part in haunted attractions, escape games, and all kinds of fun indoors and outdoors from dusk to dawn, including a ghost hunt in the Mayflower building and Quaker Hall. There would be a ton of security sp

Slowly, she stepped back, but the bus just waited, its entrance gaping open like a whale ready to swallow her whole. Willa wasn’t stupid. She knew danger when she saw it. “Hey…” she screamed, but nothing came out. Her voice didn’t go beyond her ears. At only twenty-one, she had become the most sought-after ghostwriter in the country. Platforms like Ellalux, Febnovel, and even the mighty master of webnovels, Koodnovel, had sought her services. Known as the horror-story specialist, she crafted dignified deaths, haunted struggles, and glorified survivals.

Something with eyes that had no whites. "Hello, Ellie," it whispered. "Grandma said you'd come." I ran. I'm writing this from the car. The thing is still in my house. It's waiting. And tonight, when I close my eyes, I know I'll see it again. Don't be scared of the monsters. Just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet. But never look up. She hates being seen. And now she knows that I saw her.

Yes, I loved the fear in the air. The vampire handed me a form to fill in and a pen. It had the names of all the competitors taking part in the different fighting rounds and also a place to write down your name next to who you wanted to go against and also check boxes for which creature you were. Either vampire, hunter or other. There were also the amounts of money that you would get if you beat that specific person. I wasn’t surprised that Dylan Connors was worth as much as “he” was, outranking every single person by hundreds of thousands. I looked at the paper and slowly I wrote my name next to the people who I wanted to fight against and handed it back to the vampire. He took it and put i

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

My shift will end soon. And I still I have to finish my final draft for the writing contest! It’s due next week. I thought. I joined the “Writer's Luck” contest to win $700. Not only that, you'll be an automatic member of an elite book club called “The Golden Phoenix” wherein you will meet many personalities and big people. Also, this club could aid you find a sponsor or a publisher to publish your writing. And I think this is a tremendous opportunity to pay off the debts of my aunt. I hope luck will be in my favour.

" Billy muttered as the customers stared at her. She walked over to the counter and washed her hands in the sink after she had placed the tickets on the counter. "That was brave of you, I would not have done that for a million bucks" Hazel spoke as she scoffed. "Easy for you to say" Billy picked one of the tickets and read through it. "Halloween show by 9 PM? Come with your favorite Halloween costume and a partner!" He laughed and turned the back of the ticket. "But, are the skulls on the ticket necessary?"

she specifies. There’s a light in her eyes that I realize I haven’t seen in a long while. The light I fell in love with so long ago now. I hate the idea that I have been the one to snuff it out. “Interesting,” Father encourages. “Tell me more.” “The Hunting Ceremony is a celebration,” Ava continues. “The Hunting Competition will have measurable goals for everyone to focus on, for example, ten humans per werewolf. Bodies must be brought back to a designated campground for verification, and the competition will last as long as it takes for the last werewolf to kill ten humans.”

-------From the author--------- Hello hello! Your dear author is presenting you a 2k long chapter! Tomorrow is the start of our 2nd quarter, so the author will upload multiple chapters to catch up with other horror contest entries. I think for a week I'll be gone, and be late for the contest which is next month. I'm rushing the story but I promise to make it scary than rushed! By the way, this is my first thriller novel. ---Annie Chan 0:

He vented all his fear of the horror game onto me just like before. Whenever Jack was bullied or ignored by others, he always came home and dumped all his resentment on me. His fists fell on me like raindrops. He had placed a restriction on me, and my whole body could not move. My eyes reddened, and veins bulged on my forehead. This scum—I would definitely kill him! The moon outside turned blood-red, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. In that instant, I seemed to hear something break. Then I bit down hard on Jack’s arm and tore off a piece of flesh.