Halloween-themed Writing Contest
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Thread Topic: Halloween-themed Writing Contest
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Hi, artists of all skill! Welcome to GTQ's Halloween Writing Contest! I apologize for how little time there is to prepare your piece in time for Halloween; it's definitely a possibility that entries will be taken even beyond the 31st and will leak into November to make sure anyone who wants to may participate.
Rules:
1. Your piece should display something that you relate to Halloween. Even if it's subtle, the whole point of this contest is to be inspired by this fun holiday.
2. YES, you can enter more than one piece. This means that one can get a high amount of votes while the other will not.
3. DO NOT take the judges' final votes personally. Everyone has writing skills that take time to grow. We are here for fun, and no one is here to attack you as a person nor attack your work.
4. DO feel free to ask for critique that is irrelevant to judging! I encourage this, because it helps you grow your skills.
5. DO feel free to ask questions if you're curious or confused.
Happy entering and writing! -
Have you ever seen a ghost? I did once. One time when I was a cheerleader in high school, my friends and I took a shortcut through a grave yard at Halloween night. I dont think this is allowed. Terry told us. Britney and Carry didnt listen to what Terry had to say. We should go back. Terry told us. What are you afraid of Terry? Ghost? I asked, laughing. Although I was a bit nervous. Not because of ghost. But because I didnt want to get in trouble for being there in the middle of the night. No. Terry lied. Common Terry. Were almost there. Donnie sighed. And then, the wind started to pic up.
Its just wind. Carrie told us as trees swayed violently. Our skirts flew around wildly and I felt a sharp shiver on my skin. A violent chill raced down my spine as I heard whispers. Guys, calm down. Were almost- Britney began. But then a violent flash filled the grave yard. And everything stopped. The wind was dead silent. As the flash died down, a woman with ragged clothes and a depressed expression looked at us.
She raised her misty, see through arm and tilted her foggy head with her wispy hair floating around her cheeks. Help me... Please... Help me... She moaned, her voice rang and echoed in the air. Terry and I ran home. We never saw Britney and the others again. Mrs. Huston told her students the day before Halloween. Claire shivered and smiled at the story. She loved ghost stories.
After a long moment of silence, a boy named Benny frowned. Y-You made that up. Theres no such thing as ghost! He told her. Oh, but there is. Mrs. Huston told them. Prove it! Benny demanded. Okay. Who here has been blamed by their parents for doing something that everyone in the house insist they didnt do? Mrs. Hutson asked. Claire, as well as many of the students, raised their hands. There is my proof. She told Benny.
Claire kept her hand raised because she had a question. Are ghost dangerous? She asked. Mrs. Hudson thought for a bit. It depends. When they first become Ghost, ghost are very depressed from tragic endings to their stories. After the first few decades, they start trying to return to their life as a person. This is when theyre dangerous. Because they are willing to possess people in order to be human again. Mrs. Huston told them.
After a hundred years or so, they give up on trying to be human and watch other humans live their lives in envy. After a few decades of that, they begin to get bored. Some ghost will choose a human to follow until that human eventually becomes a ghost. They will protect that human and help them. Other ghost will stay in a certain house and play multible pranks on humans. But that never fulfills them. Once a ghost is fulfilled, they move on to the next life and leave the old one behind. Mrs. Huston explained.
Claire walked home and smiled. Mrs. Huston. Shes my favorite teacher. Shes the only person who really seems to get it. Claire whispered with a smile as she closed her eyes. The wind in the room picked up a bit as Claires eyelids glowed. She gently floated out of the human body and the wind stopped as she floated into the air. She stared down at the human body and smiled. Sweet dreams little girl. Claire told the human body that layed on the bed before floating up to the attic to rest for another day. I will find you Britney. Claire whispered to the picture of her old friends before smiling. She knew Emily Huston left her out of the story because she knew Claire was in that girls body.
To Be Continued. -
The house was cold. Frigid blasts of air beat on the windows. Crimson light broke through the shattered glass, casting sanguine light over the dank chambers. Furniture lay in disarray. Graffiti covered the walls. The attic was a scene straight out of a nightmare. I saw deep gashes in the floor. Shackles were attached to the walls, blankets and sleeping bags were strewn around. The worst things were the bottles. They once contained alcohol.. Most likely drugged.
The attic was cold and cramped. But although there were no windows in the attic, rays of crimson washed over me. Memories floated back to me. I ran out of the attic and down into the kitchen. The kitchen was disgusting. The floor was unswept, bugs scurried out of sight. I found the trash can. Raising my head above it, I retched the contents of my stomach into it abyss. Sound filled my ears. Somewhere from behind me I could hear a door open. Heavy steps shook the ground as the source walked away from the portal.
Silence filled this horrible house. Nothing happened for a few seconds.
A voice almost a heavy as the steps caught me. The sound assailed me.
"Welcome home son. We have some fresh ones."
I turned around. There was my father. With him were two people. A poor couple. Looks of horror filled their visages.
I remembered this game. It used to be my favorite. -
She walked slowly, one step after another, the darkness surrounding her, welcoming her, beckoning her to come into it's cold embrace. But she resisted, it was difficult, but she endured, at least, she thought she did. With every step she was walking farther into the darkness, and farther, into insanity.
She heard footsteps behind her, but she assumed they were just the echos of her own. And as fractured as her mind was, it made sense that she would think they were echos, even though they were much faster than her own, and they had echos of their own.
She didn't remember why she was here, nor why she was walking so slowly. She didn't even know her own name. All she knew was that she must not fall into the darkness's trap, she must prevail. She must survive.
She was tired, she had been walking for hours, maybe even days, she wasn't sure. But no matter how long she was walking, she wasn't going to stop. She wanted to stop, she wanted to more than anything, but she couldn't, even if she tried to stop she couldn't, all she could do was continue walking.
As she walked farther into the darkness she had more and more trouble distinguishing reality from fantasy. Were those footsteps real? Was the darkness real? Was she even walking? She had no way to answer those questions, so she decided to believe that all of this was real.
As she walked farther she got colder, but there was no way to warm up. She briefly considered running, but she knew that was a terrible idea. As she was thinking a cold hand grabbed her's, based on what the hand felt like whoever it was seemed to be very undernourished, in fact, she didn't even feel any skin on the hand. The hand was also covered in a cold substance, the same substance that coated the walls and stained her clothes. The substance was some kind of liquid, but she wasn't she what. Despite all her instincts telling her to pull away, she didn't. And she and the mysterious person walked through the darkness together.
But that is not the ending, not quite yet. They continued walking, they were walking at the exact same slow pace. But unbeknownst to the girl, things were about to speed up a bit. The mysterious person who had grabbed her hand began to walk faster, this surprised the girl, she stumbled and finally, fell. But she didn't fall on the ground as she expected, she fell through it, as if into a hole. As she fell she saw a dark skeletal figure, darker than the surrounding darkness, stare down at her, without making a single move to help. She screamed out for help, the only sound in this dark and empty place. No one came. No one made a sound. She stared at the darkness surrounding her, it slowly getting darker, and she welcomed it, she beckoned it to come into her cold embrace. And it accepted. That was the last thing that happened before everything, even her mind, faded to the deepest of blacks. -
Once upon a time, Donald Trump became president.
Then you woke up, relieved it was just a nightmare.
Turning on the tv, you realized this was no dream, but reality.
The end. -
You're walking in the woods
There's no one around and your phone is dead
Out of the corner of your eye you spot him:
Shia LaBeouf.
He's following you, about 30 feet back
He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint
He's gaining on you
Shia LaBeouf
You're looking for you car but you're all turned around
He's almost upon you now
and you can see there's blood on his face
My God, there's blood everywhere!
Running for you life (from Shia LaBeouf)
He's brandishing a knife (It's Shia LaBeouf)
Lurking in the shadows
Hollywood superstar Shia LaBeouf
Living in the woods (Shia LaBeouf)
Killing for sport (Shia LaBeouf)
Eating all the bodies
Actual cannibal Shia LaBeouf
Now it's dark and you seem to have lost him
but you're hopelessly lost yourself
Stranded with a murderer
you creep silently through the underbrush
Aha! In the distance
A small cottage with a light on
Hope! You move stealthily toward it
but your leg! Ah! It's caught in a bear trap!
Gnawing off your leg (Quiet, quiet)
Limping to the cottage (Quiet, quiet)
Now you're on the doorstep
Sitting inside: Shia LaBeouf
Sharpening an axe (Shia LaBeouf)
But he doesn't hear you enter (Shia LaBeouf)
You're sneaking up behind him
Strangling superstar Shia LaBeouf
Fighting for your life with Shia LaBeouf
Wrestling a knife from Shia LaBeouf
Stab him in his kidney
Safe at last from Shia LaBeouf
You limp into the dark woods
blood oozing from your stump leg
But you have won; you have beaten
Shia LaBeouf
Wait! He isn't dead (Shia surprise)
There's a gun to your head and death in his eyes
But you can do Jis Jitsu
Body slam superstar Shia LaBeouf
Legendary fight with Shia LaBeouf
Normal Tuesday night for Shia LaBeouf
You try to swing an axe at Shia Labeouf
But blood is draining fast from your stump leg
He's dodging every swipe, he parries to the left
You counter to the right, you catch him in the neck
You're chopping his head now
You have just decapitated Shia Labeouf
His head Topples to the floor, expressionless
You fall to your knees and catch your breath
You're finally safe from Shia Labeouf .. -
Her hands were cold and stiff, each wrinkle frozen in place by death. Although this was to be expected, it did startle me and I recoiled. She was not soft anymore. She felt like a sculpture, unmoving and unresponsive, yet anyone who glanced at her would think she was only asleep. The colour was gone from her skin, but makeup had been applied to her lips and cheeks to imitate life. She was never so in life, however. She was 100 years old when she died and had been gone for a long time before she died. I pulled my hand away after feeling its stony texture and hesitated before moving along to allow everyone behind me to say their goodbyes. She never remembered my name, for by the time I was born she was already going. We were never close. Still, I looked at her with fond memories. I remembered the way she would take my hands and tell me how tall I was, and how handsome I had become. To live 100 years, she must have seen everything. Did she even know?
I made my way back to my seat next to my mother, who was sobbing inconsolably into my older brothers shoulder. I sat down softly so as not to disturb her, and took in the scene around me. A line was in front of my Nanas coffin as family members went and saw her. Some kissed her head, others simply looked down at her with solemn frowns. Here we all were, gathered in a church around a human corpse. The air was heavy with grief. Yet, despite this depressing event, the sun was high in the sky and spilled into the church through the windows. Dust particles danced like fairies in the sunlight that streamed onto the old carpet. It was a nice day, almost disturbingly so. The world was wholly unaffected by the death of such a fascinating woman.
After the service had ended, the church scattered into hugs and bittersweet laughs, tearful condolences distributed like a cold. I shook the hands of relatives and did like all the others, saying the same cliches in a soft and sympathetic voice: She was such a great woman, It wont be the same without her, I still cant believe shes gone.
Leaving, I felt dazed, as if the funeral had all ben a dream and I had finally woken up. I gazed out into the distance. Nana grew up in this old town, a town with only about 600 people, most of which being the elderly. The town itself was 147 years old. Most of the buildings were small and worn, walls discolored, grass yellowed from the sun. The church now behind me had been there as long as everything else, and it was also small. Still, it maintained a full congregation every Sunday and seemed to still be thriving. Something about the town was so eternal. Of course, thats what I had thought about Nana. She had always been constant, always there. Now, she wasnt. She was gone forever.
My mother agreed to let me ride with my brother to the cemetery for Nanas burial. Afterwards, we would head to a restaurant, where the family would all meet for a meal in Nanas honor. For years, the family had celebrated Nanas birthday at the same Chinese restaurant. It was her favourite restaurant, and all of the employees looked forward to seeing her each year. Nana caused waves everywhere she went. Everyone who met her remembered her.
My brothers pickup smelled like nicotine and peppermint, an odd combination that I didnt necessarily dislike. The seats were leather and had the ability to be heated, but it was 90 degrees outside despite being October, and much too hot to activate the trucks seats. Of course, the floor was spotless. He had always taken good care of each of his vehicles. We were both unusually silent as we took our seats and he started the truck. The cemetery was only five minutes away at most, located at the edge of the town. My brother turned on the radio and, upon discovering the only two stations available were the country station and Christian station, turned it off again as he steadily turned onto the cracked road. I turned my attention to the window and watched yellow grass sway in the wind. I always loved the slow pace of rural Oklahoma. Everyone was living in the moment here, not rushing or worrying about what the future would hold. I romanticized this idea, fully aware of my error and not caring for the moment. The sky was clear and blue, the few trees being considerably short so as not to obstruct any view. The road was moving underneath us in a blur of grey when a red-furred dog suddenly dashed in front of the truck, which screeched painfully as my brother pressed his foot against the break and swerved out of the way.
I yelled out and steadied myself by placing my right arm on the door. My brother hardly waited for the vehicle to come to a complete stop before swinging the door open and jumping out. I quickly threw off my seatbelt and followed suit. My brother was already kneeling beside the animal, which was limp and unconscious.
Did we hit him?! I rushed towards the two.
Shes dead. My brother said softly and stared at the body.
I ran my hand through my hair nervously. Oh jesuswhos dog?
I dont know. But we didnt hit her.
Are you sure? I saw her moving
We might have startled her and gave her a heart attack, but we definitely didnt hit her.
I looked at him intently but he didnt even glance my way. My brother knew a lot about dogs, so I decided to trust him. What do we do?
He hesitated. Find out who she belongs to, I guess.
Then what?
Give her to them so they can do what they want. My brother went to his truck and retrieved a box of black garbage bags. If shes a stray, we give her a proper burial.
I looked away as he put the dog in a bag, feeling sick. We have to get to Nanas first.
I know.
After he put the dog in the back an we had started up again, I suddenly realized something.
Hey, why do you have those bags in your truck, anyway?
The truck came to another abrupt stop. -
It was October thirty-first at 11:00 pm and There I was leaning the balcony looking down at the Halloween parade. They were Either so small or was I was at a high elevation. My eyes have always had a hard time seeing distance as for, every night one of my eyes turn as red as the blood of a newborn goat and I would lose some of my senses. Although that night I was feeling different; I felt like there was some entity was inside me.
I could hear It speak to me All those people are celebrating the night of your death, Edmond it said to me waking my Darkness that was within me I then began to argue with myself The Darkness inside me would always speak to me with thoughts of self-mutilation. The Darkness told me I had no use in life and I was just some barrier for other people. Your life is comparable to the sizzling of a Bat in a Celtics fire. It told me as those words confused me I looked at myself and began seeing Warm red blood Streamed down the vain line of my arm and covered my entire hand.
The blood was as bright and beautiful like the beauty of a kingdom in the luminous sunlight. I decided to cut my wrist trying to see what I could get out of it. The Darkness then spoke to me again but this time more Understandably There you go Edmond, the deeper the cut, The greater the success. It spoke softly. After hearing that, I realized what The Darkness was telling me was that pain equals success. Although, I knew it was wrong but the same entity that started it all was forcing me to do so.
Resistance seemed almost Futile and when I was trying to fight the entity's push. I ended up throwing my knife Out my hand before it could even touch my chest. The entity then showed up as visible, I could now see the white levitating human-like figure who looked like he had chains all around him. He seemed angry as well because what he did next was screamed in an extremely high pitch causing my ears to bleed like crazy. I was losing more blood and this time streaming down my neck at least thirty percent of my body was covered in the red of my own fluids.
I know if I was in public people would call me crazy but I was hardly any were close to that. I was still called that from time to time though. The Darkness was telling me to Stop the entities from screaming and His voice was giving me a headache and I understood because it was giving me a negative stimulus as well. I listened and found a way to end it all Also a way to help The Darkness and I. I walked back to my door and sprinted toward the Balcony the scream was getting louder the longer I waited So I jumped falling and then hitting a bunch of people at the bottom and then The screaming Stopped and so did everything else. I was then alone Eternally but at least There was the Darkness. -
ah s--- I messed up
It was October thirty-first at 11:00 pm and There I was leaning the balcony looking down at the Halloween parade. They were Either so small or was I was at a high elevation. My eyes have always had a hard time seeing distance as for, every night one of my eyes turn as red as the blood of a newborn goat and I would lose some of my senses. Although that night I was feeling different; I felt like there was some entity was inside me.
I could hear It speak to me "All those people are celebrating the night of your death, Edmond" it said to me waking my Darkness that was within me I then began to argue with myself The Darkness inside me would always speak to me with thoughts of self-mutilation. The Darkness told me I had no use in life and I was just some barrier for other people. "Your life is comparable to the sizzling of a Bat in a Celtics fire." It told me as those words confused me I looked at myself and began seeing Warm red blood Streamed down the vain line of my arm and covered my entire hand.
The blood was as bright and beautiful like the beauty of a kingdom in the luminous sunlight. I decided to cut my wrist trying to see what I could get out of it. The Darkness then spoke to me again but this time more Understandably "There you go Edmond, the deeper the cut, The greater the success." It spoke softly. After hearing that, I realized what The Darkness was telling me was that pain equals success. Although, I knew it was wrong but the same entity that started it all was forcing me to do so.
Resistance seemed almost Futile and when I was trying to fight the entity's push. I ended up throwing my knife Out my hand before it could even touch my chest. The entity then showed up as visible, I could now see the white levitating human-like figure who looked like he had chains all around him. He seemed angry as well because what he did next was screamed in an extremely high pitch causing my ears to bleed like crazy. I was losing more blood and this time streaming down my neck at least thirty percent of my body was covered in the red of my own fluids.
I know if I was in public people would call me crazy but I was hardly any were close to that. I was still called that from time to time though. The Darkness was telling me to Stop the entities from screaming and His voice was giving me a headache and I understood because it was giving me a negative stimulus as well. I listened and found a way to end it all Also a way to help The Darkness and I. I walked back to my door and sprinted toward the Balcony the scream was getting louder the longer I waited So I jumped falling and then hitting a bunch of people at the bottom and then The screaming Stopped and so did everything else. I was then alone Eternally but at least There was the Darkness. -
The votes are in, and our winner is
The BossMyEternalRage! -
oh, radical
thanks everyone
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