Horror Hullabaloo: 17/06/2022

Gillian Church posts regular Writing Prompts on her Horror Prompts Instagram account and I like to take part with a few snippets and pieces of flash fiction.

The Prompt:
I know the sign says that the beach is closed, but what’s the worst that could happen?

The Submission:
“C’mon, Ste-ee-ve!” Poppy teased, tugging him by the hand.

“Pops, wait…we shouldn’t be here…”

“Oh, man up,” she giggled, sand flying as she danced around on the beach under the pale moonlight, the dark waves lapping  at her toes.

Steve held back, his skin crawling despite the warm wind. “C’mon, let’s get outta here, this place has bad vibes..”

“Startin’ t’sound like a pussy, boy,” Poppy  purred. She ran her hands through her thick, dark locks and over her perky breasts, tugging at her top to expose her tanned flesh.

Steve hesitated; he’d heard the rumours about the beach, and there was a reason it had been closed for the summer. He could still see the police tape fluttering in the breeze and the last thing he  wanted was to trip over the severed limb of some poor dismembered fool…

But Poppy was stripping before him, dancing on the sand, her body clean and smooth and beckoning…and he couldn’t resist.

He went to her, frantically tugging at his vest, but she slipped from his grasping hands, tittering and teasing him. assertively, he lunged at her, grabbing her by the wrist and spinning her into his arms and a deep kiss, groaning as she cupped his crotch.

“There’s my man…” she sighed, biting his lip.

Steve pecked at her neck, lightly nibbling, not even caring about the slight taste of salt from the sea air. He ran his hands over slick body, enjoying her low moans; she gasped, almost a shriek, and he felt himself grow more excited at how quickly she was getting into it.

A warm, oozing sensation dribbled down his collarbone and Steve looked up, confused, to see blood, viscous from sand, bursting from her trembling lips. “Gurk…” she choked, her eyes wide. Steve tried to step back from her, to run for help, but she held him tight, her nails digging into his flesh, and he screamed as her eyes burst with sickening gore as tendrils of sand wormed their way out of her every orifice.

Poppy’s body jerked violently, causing Steve to tumble to his ass in the sand; her arms and legs contorted outwards, as though she were doing a star jump, and Steve watched with horror as sand, shifting and flowing like the tentacles of some deep-sea kraken, snaked through her, flowing through her veins, and tore her to shreds, drenching him in vile gore and entrails. Steve scrambled backwards, sand flying all around him and into his screaming mouth as he tried to flee. He got maybe four steps before the searing grasp of a whip-like tentacle wrapped itself around his ankle and dragged him back…


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Horror Hullabaloo: 23/05/2022

Gillian Church posts regular Writing Prompts on her Horror Prompts Instagram account and I like to take part with a few snippets and pieces of flash fiction. This time, I asked my followers for suggestions and put together a short piece based on what they offered.

The Prompts:
Sacrifice, Carousel, Lips, Superfluous

The Submission:
Time was running short. It wouldn’t be long until it caught up with them, and Johnny knew that there was nothing he could do; any attempt to resist would be superfluous, and he’d seen far too may torn limb from limb in failed attempts to negotiate of fight against it.

Still, he didn’t want to worry Sonya; the girl had already watched her mother dissolve from the inside out with a smile on her face, and the last thing he wanted was for her to see the carnage unfolding around them.

He bundled her into the back of the car, stroking her face and making soothing sounds, and drove to the  park as quickly as he could. “Daddy, what’re those people doing?” she asked, glancing out the window.

“Don’t you worry about that, Peanut,” Johnny quickly admonished. “Just play your game and don’t look out there.” She didn’t need to see those winged demons carrying away her friends and neighbours, or the burning blood raining from the sky.

He hurried her over to her favourite place in the entire world; the carousel. It drifted lazily in the wind, stained from blood and scorch marks, but thankfully free from corpses or the shambling dead.

“Go on now, Peanut,” he encouraged kissing her on the lips and watching, with tears filling his eyes, as she giggled and rotated on that same chipped and ugly looking unicorn.

A dark shadow fell over them; black, broiling clouds crept over the sky and a blazing red eclipse burned in the sky. Johnny felt his skin grow deathly cold as a hand, skeletal and dripping, caressed his shoulder. He took one last look at Sonya, happily enjoying her ride, and steeled himself; perhaps if he acted swiftly enough, he could save her. His sacrifice could mean her survival, even if just for a few more precious seconds of simple joy. He whirled, fist raised, and felt all the breath blow from his body as he locked eyes with the eternity of the Black and dropped dead, ashen and crumbling, as the darkness swept across the world.


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Weekly Writing Prompt: 09/05/2022

Gillian Church posts Writing Prompts every week on her Horror Prompts Instagram account and I like to take part with a few snippets and pieces of flash fiction.

The Prompt:
It’s so quiet. Where is everybody?

The Submission:
I found myself walking through town, aimlessly it seemed, stunned by the stark silence that surrounded me.

There was not a bird in the air nor a soul on the street; it was eerie and unsettlingly.

Even worse was the mist that had descended over everything; it hung in the air, a swirling vapour, and as I cut through it with squinted eyes I could swear I could see shadows darting through it.

I spied the flickering orange light from a lamppost up ahead and instinctively moved towards it, telling myself the dread that crept up my spine was simply from the atmosphere and not from ethereal hands caressing the back of my neck.

My heart stopped as I reached the beam of light.

Andrea.

Of all the times and places for her to show up.

She was exactly as I remembered her: those long, curling locks, those wide green eyes, that silky smooth skin. She was even wearing the same coat, a long black number with buttons down the front, over a striped yellow and orange top that clung to her in all the right ways…and yet was classy and respectable.

I lump formed in my throat. Whispers danced all around me, urging me towards her, and when she looked up and waved, that same small smile tugging at her lips, I just about died.

I tried to wave back but my arms felt heavy as lead, and I prepared to tell her how much I missed her and awkwardly flirt with her like how I used to everyday when she casually walked through me as if I wasn’t even there.

I turned, shocked, and watched her disappear into the mist. I frantically patted myself all over, stunned, and that was when I saw the blood stain spreading down the front on my shirt. The whispering grew to a crescendo all around me as that one shining light finally fizzled out and, in the darkness that swamped me, I felt hands clutching at my body, pulling me deeper into the black.


What did you think to this week’s writing prompt? Did you submit anything for it? Have you ever written any flash fiction before? I’d love to know what you think to my snippets and writing prompts, so feel free to sign up and let me know what you think below or leave a comment on my Instagram page. You can also follow Gillian Church and Horror Prompts to take part in the Weekly Writing Prompt challenge.

March Drabble Challenge: Teddy Bear

Horror PromptsGillian Church is hosting another horror drabble challenge: 31 prompts for 31 creepy tales throughout March. This time, we can decide on the length of the piece but I’m sticking to the 100-word default.

Can you do it?

The Prompt:
Teddy Bear

The Submission:
Dennis closed the wardrobe and turned back to his terrified son. “There’s nothing in there.”

“I saw it!” Nicholas bawled, hugging his teddy bear closely.

Dennis sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked his son’s hair. “Monster’s aren’t real, son. They can’t hurt you.”

With that, he left the boy to sleep but woke with a start when Nicholas’s screams echoed down the hallway.

Dennis burst into the room and flicked on the lightswitch. Nicholas was gone; all that was left was his teddy bear and a streak of blood that stopped at the open wardrobe door.


What did you think to the prompt for today’s drabble challenge? Did you submit anything for it? Have you ever written any flash fiction before? I’d love to know what you think to my snippets and writing prompts, so feel free to sign up and let me know what you think below or leave a comment on my Instagram page. You can also follow Gillian Church to take part in her Weekly Writing Prompt challenge.

March Drabble Challenge: Reveal

Horror PromptsGillian Church is hosting another horror drabble challenge: 31 prompts for 31 creepy tales throughout March. This time, we can decide on the length of the piece but I’m sticking to the 100-word default.

Can you do it?

The Prompt:
Reveal

The Submission:
Eric had been trembling when Sherry finally brought him to her dorm after weeks of going steady and making him wait.

They’d been going steady for a few weeks now, but she’d teased him by saying she wasn’t ready to go all the way yet, and now it was finally happening.

He sat on the edge of her bed as she lifted her dress over her head and was startled at the reveal of her naked body.

Boils pulsated across her creamy-white skin; some leaked pus as she ran her hands over them, licking her fingers at the taste.

“What’s wrong, babe?” she purred, her face splitting at the jaw. “Don’t you want me?”


What did you think to the prompt for today’s drabble challenge? Did you submit anything for it? Have you ever written any flash fiction before? I’d love to know what you think to my snippets and writing prompts, so feel free to sign up and let me know what you think below or leave a comment on my Instagram page. You can also follow Gillian Church to take part in her Weekly Writing Prompt challenge.

Weekly Writing Prompt: 30/03/2022

Gillian Church posts Writing Prompts every week on her Horror Prompts Instagram account and I like to take part with a few snippets and pieces of flash fiction.

The Prompt:
Unknown caller: You say you’ve found the perfect item to donate to the Museum of Oddities and Artefacts. Tell me more…

The Submission:
“Sorry, who is this?” Jameson asked, removing his pipe from his lips.

“Oh, this is Mr. Scratch from the Museum of Oddities and Artefacts.  Perhaps you’ve heard of us?”

“No?” Jameson said, puzzled. “I can’t say that I have.”

“I saw your listing on Facebook; that’s quite the intriguing trinket you have in your possession.”

Jameson glanced over at the dining table from his easy chair; the amphora had probably once been a shining black/gold but had been sun-bleached over the centuries. The remaining handle was chipped and brittle to the touch and the images and symbols that had once adorned the exterior was faded.

“May as I ask where you acquired it?”

“Well…” Jameson sighed. “That’s a…long story…”

“Let me be frank, Mr. Wolfe. My museum is very eager to display this piece, and we’re willing to offer you fair compensation for it.”

Jameson stared at the amphora, sweat dripping down his brow, reliving the blinding, burning light that had burst from the vase upon first removing its lid. Grace, Roberts, Donald…all burnt to charred, smouldering skeletons, with only him left standing.

I shall give you life! the demonic smoke-demon had cooed, swirling around his head, drifting up his nostrils. Life…and health…their lives for yours…

A wisp of mist wafted from the cracks in the amphora and Jameson gulped back a shaking breath. “I…I’m sorry…it’s….it’s not for sale…”


What did you think to this week’s writing prompt? Did you submit anything for it? Have you ever written any flash fiction before? I’d love to know what you think to my snippets and writing prompts, so feel free to sign up and let me know what you think below or leave a comment on my Instagram page. You can also follow Gillian Church and Horror Prompts to take part in the Weekly Writing Prompt challenge.

March Drabble Challenge: Bulb

Horror PromptsGillian Church is hosting another horror drabble challenge: 31 prompts for 31 creepy tales throughout March. This time, we can decide on the length of the piece but I’m sticking to the 100-word default.

Can you do it?

The Prompt:
Bulb

The Submission:
The naked bulb smashed in the fracas, plunging the dank basement into darkness.

Norris grabbed at me, heaving and gnashing, and I struggled to break free from his course grip.

“We don’t have time for this!” Grey shouted.

“Fuck you!” Norris barked and shoved me.

My arms pinwheeled out and I landed hard on my ass in a puddle. Suddenly light flooded the basement as the door burst open and the moaning, shambling ghouls spilled down the stairs.

“Oh fuck!” Grey screamed as one of the writhing corpses stroked at his calf.

Norris lift his crowbar as they swarmed him.


What did you think to the prompt for today’s drabble challenge? Did you submit anything for it? Have you ever written any flash fiction before? I’d love to know what you think to my snippets and writing prompts, so feel free to sign up and let me know what you think below or leave a comment on my Instagram page. You can also follow Gillian Church to take part in her Weekly Writing Prompt challenge.

March Drabble Challenge: Dough

Horror PromptsGillian Church is hosting another horror drabble challenge: 31 prompts for 31 creepy tales throughout March. This time, we can decide on the length of the piece but I’m sticking to the 100-word default.

Can you do it?

The Prompt:
Dough

The Submission:
Mrs. Sanders danced as she worked in the kitchen. She kneaded the dough, spreading it into a perfect base ready to be filled with meat, potatoes, and seasonings and cooked to perfection in her large, cast iron oven.

She took pride in her meat pies, which were the most popular seller in her bakery. And why not? Her meat was as fresh as you could want, and locally sourced. She danced her way to the fridge to grab a tray of Father Brisco’s meat, freshly tenderised and cut, and happily dropped the chunks of the nosey priest to the dough.


What did you think to the prompt for today’s drabble challenge? Did you submit anything for it? Have you ever written any flash fiction before? I’d love to know what you think to my snippets and writing prompts, so feel free to sign up and let me know what you think below or leave a comment on my Instagram page. You can also follow Gillian Church to take part in her Weekly Writing Prompt challenge.

March Drabble Challenge: Bleed

Horror PromptsGillian Church is hosting another horror drabble challenge: 31 prompts for 31 creepy tales throughout March. This time, we can decide on the length of the piece but I’m sticking to the 100-word default.

Can you do it?

The Prompt:
Bleed

The Submission:
By rights, I shouldn’t even be out here in the goddamn woods searching for some kid too stupid to know better.

A blur of motion caught my eye; I whirled around, frantically shining my torch across the thick trees, but visibility was almost impossible because of the pouring rain and I didn’t see the wolf until it was leaping at me.

Hot breath filled my nostrils as I beat at the wolf. I screamed as gleaming teeth clamped around my forearm and tore at my flesh, splashing gore in my eyes as it bit at my throat and gorged itself.


What did you think to the prompt for today’s drabble challenge? Did you submit anything for it? Have you ever written any flash fiction before? I’d love to know what you think to my snippets and writing prompts, so feel free to sign up and let me know what you think below or leave a comment on my Instagram page. You can also follow Gillian Church to take part in her Weekly Writing Prompt challenge.

March Drabble Challenge: Hacker

Horror PromptsGillian Church is hosting another horror drabble challenge: 31 prompts for 31 creepy tales throughout March. This time, we can decide on the length of the piece but I’m sticking to the 100-word default.

Can you do it?

The Prompt:
Hacker

The Submission:
The hacker interrupted the feed, throwing the studio into chaos. The monitors glitched and the newscasters frantically looked to their bewildered producers for answers.

“You ignored my warnings,” came the distorted voice as technicians tried to restore the feed.

“For that, there must be a price paid. By now, entire shipments of bottle water laced with anthrax have made it to shelves for your widespread consumption,” the anchor-man’s eyes bulged as he stared at the half-empty bottle on his news desk.

“I never wanted this. You drove me to it by ignoring my demands. Perhaps now you’ll take me seriously.”


What did you think to the prompt for today’s drabble challenge? Did you submit anything for it? Have you ever written any flash fiction before? I’d love to know what you think to my snippets and writing prompts, so feel free to sign up and let me know what you think below or leave a comment on my Instagram page. You can also follow Gillian Church to take part in her Weekly Writing Prompt challenge.