Horror Writing Contest 2023 Novels & Stories

* DISASTROUS WORK: REAL DIARY The road was free from travelers and wretched men who had come down to watch the parade before dawn. It was a day before Halloween, and most of the men and women who lived in Brown Town had taken turns to set up a lively platform where they could display their evil masterpieces without having to face condemnation.

Meanwhile, others stays in facilities with AC, just like Adira and Chadwick. Because they did not want to go on the rides under the scorching sun of afternoon, they decided to go inside the horror house. “Do not scream”, that is the name of the house, which is famous for any horror enthusiast. It is one of the scariest horror houses that anyone can find in an amusement park. Those who took the challenge of testing their courage have failed. In this horror house, all you must do is to prevent yourself from screaming until you arrive at the exit. If you succeeded, then you’ll get a prize.

'Paragon annual designing contest' I halted, slowly scrolling through my phone. "Paragon is hosting a contest?" I muttered, my eyes scanning through every words displayed on my phone. It was a contest where talented designers upload their designs, and the best design with the highest audience votes wins cash price, dress of the year, and a percent of the sales of the dress. For a second, I thought of giving it a try, but as I scrolled through the number of people that already applied with their work, and some of them being celebrities who had won the contest three times in three years, I lost the spark. Will I even get a chance to win anything?

Samuel had been one of the few who had dared to challenge the curse, documenting his findings and experiences. His entries spoke of an ancient ritual, a desperate attempt to break the curse's grip on the town. He wrote of midnight ceremonies under the light of the full moon, of howling winds and blood-stained altars. The words danced before my eyes, painting a vivid picture of a world where the boundaries between human and beast blurred.

He was the type of man who would do anything just to win against Gunner. “Let them collide, so I will see how they will explode each other. Just inform me if Ashra is doing fine in their house.” I continued signing the papers. I took a deep breathe when I saw the contest that my Beta had sent to me. “What is this contest?” “It's a contest for every leader of the pack. It means the Beta will be with their Alpha and will fight with each other. It's only exclusive for the werewolf community.” My Beta explained, and I found it interesting as I felt like it was a good idea to play with this contest.

I rushed inside, crossing the corridor to quickly stash my belongings in my locker. "The Full Moon Contest!" I whispered, grabbing hold of the advertisement. The contest was scheduled for this upcoming full moon, targeting those who had recently turned 18 or were even older. It was set to take place in a few weeks, during which the school would be focusing entirely on our werewolf activities.

Crying at the top of my lungs, I shouted, "Dear, why did it take you so long to get here? I've been searching everywhere for you!" … Under the eerie night sky, the elderly town mayor, George Porter, leaned on his cane and slowly addressed us, "Tonight is Ximena Ferguson's wedding. Dear guests, you wouldn't want to miss it." He paused, lowering his voice. "At 9:00 pm, the ceremony will be held at the manor. As for your wedding gifts…" The corners of his mouth curled up into a strange smile. "Each of you will offer one sacrifice. A human sacrifice."

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

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.

The smaller one gathered up the lighter things. I made a note of the plate number out of habit, and then unfolded the flyer and stared at it as they drove off. It was a cheap-looking photocopy covered with what looked like ads for horror movies that had been torn out of a newspaper, with hand drawn pictures of skulls and bats filling all the other blank spaces. Big swatches of text in old-fashioned fonts mixed with words made out of cut out letters from magazines covered the rest of it. Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return!