Horror Writing Contest 2023 Novels & Stories

The popular multiday event would have contestants come up with creative pumpkin displays which they could pose before they met the judges on the main 'Oktoberfest' event. "Still not into it, huh?" Matt spoke after noticing Jake's head shake a little in disapproval. "I donno about you, man," Gabriel added, referring to Jake, "but I know this year's Halloween will be super awesome!" Jake's mind drifted off for a moment as his Halloween-bedazzled friends went on chattering about the event and that's when he noticed a hooded figure brush past him. The weird thing was that Jake felt an eerie feeling the same moment that figure moved past. Stopping, Jake turned instinctively.

I haven't noticed that all this time, we were already playing and while falling for him, I was also losing the game. It sucks to see yourself breaking down because of love. I should have avoided it when I had the chance to but now, it's all too late- I love him and all I really know is that every day I woke up in the morning, I am still hoping he will be home. Caspian- Please be home. My laptop vibrated. A new email. According to the email from the writing department handling the contest; Good day to all participants who already registered to join for the upcoming big contest. We request your presence at the **** ****** . This is to verify your participation since we are bombarded with regis

" 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?"

-------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:

'Then this is my own kid' Mr Juan replied. Your dad had to stay with Mr Juan in case the police calls about the kids. So the end. What do you mean the end? One of Kate friends asked and he replied, that all. When it was around 8p.m I went out to face my fear for I knew the night was another full moon and those Black Cults would come again. I waited for several minutes till it was exactly 9p.m. Others were inside, the Voodoo man has gone so only I was outside. I brought out the Black cults book to read again and suddenly, I saw yellowish light coming from the middle of the book.

I decided to check on the invitation we had gotten about the annual competition where different kinds, kinds that had an alliance with one another. The Werewolves, Lycans and the ones that just joined recently, Witches. At each of the events there was archery, Sword fighting and the retrieval of each kind of flag from the Rak cave that was guarded by seven demons. Each year there was a new trophy that marked each of the winning teams. Sometimes it ended in death if one wasn't too careful with the demons but the people knew what awaited them whenever they volunteered. Yet no one wanted to end up with one of them hanging around their neck.

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.

"Ah okay, just this one time, Mey." "Thank you!" I smiled. He gave me a brief nod and continued to explain our task, "At the end of the year, each of you shall complete a 30,000 words novella. We would make it a contest, and just like any competition, there shall be a winner. Our English teacher, Mr. Rodriguez, an editor from our local paper, and I would be the judge." Koltin seemed very interested. I watched him eagerly raise his hand before asking, "What do we get if we win?"

The competition was not merely a test of their physical prowess; it was a celebration of werewolf heritage, a chance to showcase the strength and resilience of their kind. As the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness, the Grand Arena buzzed with anticipation. The werewolves, their bodies tense and ready, awaited the signal to commence the competition. The air crackled with energy, a palpable mix of excitement and determination. Mary, Hael, and Kai, their hearts pounding in sync, exchanged determined glances, their resolve unwavering. The competition was about to begin, and the three young werewolves were ready to prove their worth.

It’s Drew. Shit. I knew it He’s probably watching me from somewhere. He probably knows what I’m up to and has reported it to Aaron. I shakily picked up the call. “Hey Drew I..” I stutter but his end is noisy so I can barely hear myself. “There’s a short story contest going on downtown. Write something and send it over then Bobby will pick you up after work when they call the results.” Drew says all in a breath. “W-what?”