Horror Writing Contest 2023 Novels & Stories

I ask, starring into her dark brown eyes. "Well, the fiction competition has a specific topic." She says, getting up and walking over to a filing cabinet. Miss Edwards is about 5' 5" tall and very well proportioned, with a thin waist, flat stomach and a tight, curvy ass. Her ass gets as much attention as her tits when the guys are discussing what they'd like to do with her. "The subject this year is ethics and morals. You'd have to write a short story with a main character who is struggling with a moral dilemma." She says, handing me the entry form and rules. I guess I know the subject pretty well, but I'm not sure I could submit a story about my current moral dilemmas. "Would you be able to

"Their Alpha seeks a mate. The poor thing lost his wife five years ago. You should join the contest. Participants will be awarded consolation prizes. "The Lycan pack are my dad's biggest enemies,” I reminded her and she broke into a sly smile. "How does this bother you? You can also take part in the contest without revealing your Syndicate pack identity.” "What if they find out?" I asked, unsure about this. "They won't, if you don't spill. it's your chance to break free, Iris. Think about it.” I spent the night in the storehouse, and my aunt arrived at the crack of dawn, carrying a bag.

“We need to know the theme. If it’s crowded and we don’t match the vibe, we won’t blend in.” “I’ll text Mateo,” Haley said quickly. “He can check the flyers or the event site.” Jasmine kept going. “We’ll need masks. Full face. Nothing memorable. And something that lets us carry bags without looking suspicious.” “Like trick-or-treat bags,” I said. “Or props,” she replied. “Cauldrons, candy sacks—whatever fits the theme.” Haley’s phone dinged. “It’s called Underworld Night. Some kind of Greek mythology thing.”

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.

“Of course. Very serious work.” He passed her the soda. His fingers brushed hers. A little spark—not magical, just human—ran up her arm. The lights dimmed further as yet another trailer started, this one for something involving a haunted house, a mismatched group of friends, and a lot of stylish screaming. “Do you want to skip this one?” he asked quietly. “We can close our eyes and pretend it’s an insurance commercial.” “I write horror,” she said. “I can handle a trailer.”

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

“Regarding the food, it is only in the morning that you will get the normal food you all eat and that would be based on survival of the fittest as you all would have to compete and we can only have twelve winners who would get the food. So, it means the rest would eat the juicy meal we prepare for them, which could be worms, maggots, centipedes, etc. All these would also be served in the afternoon and night…” ~ The skeletons had explained to us all we needed to know and I must say, this place ought to be called the doom house and not the ghost house. So, it was time for the contest to begin and I hoped that Daniel and I would be among the lucky people to get the normal food. “So, this time,

“Let’s talk about the game first,” “Well, I already signed you up. Still not pregnant by now?” he sounds teasing. I blushed from the thought that popped in my head from what he said. Jacob and I did not even completed the mating! Ugh! “Dylan!” I said in a warning voice. He laughed. “Well, the contest is scheduled this week. Three days from now. As usual, it will be held during sunset. There’s new faces, too, maybe someone will finally beat you.” I slapped his back hard and he only laughed.

"Is he worried about me?" Elias nodded; he turned his gaze to the distance as if contemplating that. "Kelsey, I think I should tell you about the rules of the contest." I'm nervous, and I have a feeling it's terrible. "I'm listening, Sir," I said small. "Actually, the rules of this contest are elementary. It is a contest created to find the strongest warrior of the Red Forest; of course, the winner will have a lot of benefits later, so everyone wants to take first place. During the competition, the warriors will be free to operate in the forest for three days. The position in the forest is perilous, and there are many wild animals and traps arranged everywhere, requiring the warriors to have

the woman continued, “we’ve set up a website for this contest. Go online, fill out the form, and upload a picture of your mark. This is now an online competition. Include your bank details, and our team will verify your submission. Winners will be announced on the site, and prizes will be sent directly.” She looked at the man beside her, who cleared his throat and spoke up. “The website is www.birthmark.com. I repeat, www.birthmark.com. Did everyone get that?” The crowd stayed silent, so he awkwardly cleared his throat again. “That’s enough. We heard you!” a girl dressed in gothic style yelled, causing laughter among the crowd. “Glad to know,” the man responded, unfazed. “Submissions will be