Horror Writing Competitions Novels & Stories

I took the page from her and scanned the bullet points. The competition was in Riverbend, a couple hours outside Skyline. Not far, but far enough to mean hotels, travel. "Can you pull the themes from the past few years?" I said. "Winners, too. Anything visual. I want to study them properly." "Already on it," Priya said, skipping toward her desk. I pulled out my phone and shot Octavia a message: [Thanks for getting me back in. Owe you dinner, drinks, or both.]

An unimpressive number had racked up in the brief morning hour since she left the parking lot. She tapped her memo app and scrolled through her half-constructed blog post ideas: the tragic devolution of vampires in the horror genre; the best and the worst of the found footage horror explosion; the best indie horror out of this year’s film festival circuit; scream queens to watch, the new horror badasses and final girls. She tapped her nail on the edge of her phone case as she formulated the sentences in her mind. Then the phone vibrated against her palm. Brady: And the likes keep coming!

he told me, his eyes drilling a hole into my skull, "You are following me to the Hunting Competition." My head whipped up fast to gape at him, "What?" "Don't make me repeat myself." The Hunting Competition was an event that was held annually, inviting a lot of werewolves and lycans to showcase their skills and if they were the best. What they hunt exactly, I had no idea but this was a good opportunity. "I.. I" I stuttered, not sure how he was going to take the rejection, "I can't go. " His voice dropped by decibels, "And why's that?"

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.

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

Lozark's voice echoes through the walls and the pillars. “I got information that we have more cursed ones in the pack. As for your next competition, the one who brings me a cursed one will receive 20 stars. Boys and girls are both allowed to participate. This is your choice whether you want to hunt them and win 20 stars or wait for the next competition.” “The competition will start in two days.” Stepping an inch away from Rizz's embrace, my gaze meets his eyes. “We need to do something.” My lips whisper. “What do you want to do?”

SSHS 90 It is already the 3rd week of the month of October, and people are already getting excited for the Halloween Event that will take place at the end of the month. In fact, all of the students who were energetic enough to volunteer helped the participating clubs in hanging the banners and placing some scary statues, skeletons, fake spider webs, and all of the things that are themed with Halloween. They even had a mini Pumpkin Carving contest and all of the carved pumpkins will be used as a part of all the displays all over the school grounds, and the winner’s pumpkin will be placed in the centre of the school— where the plaza is located and it is placed in a pedestal where it has a ligh

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.