Horror Prompts’ Gillian 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: Picnic
The Submission: The four of us sat in the park, talking nonsense. Johnny swiped the last muffin, Shawn made googly eyes at Jen, and I simply stared at the ground sipping from my soda. We talked about the old days, our frivolous youth and nights spent drinking too much and caring too little. We talked about everything we possibly could to avoid acknowledging the burning flames ripping across the sky. The heat was rising at an alarming rate; the very ground trembled, and though we tried we could not hide our terror as the searing blaze washed over everything in its path.
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.
Horror Prompts’ Gillian 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: Playground
The Submission: Jesse sat on the swing, legs kicking lazily, staring at the ground and dreading going home. He much preferred at the playground, especially on cold winter’s days when it was quiet.
Suddenly, he heard a low growling voice call his name from inside the wooden hut above the slide.
Curious, Jesse sauntered across the rubbery mats, clambered up the rope ladder, and peered inside. A small, gnarled, creature with a rat-like face and bloodshot eyes glared at him. In its knobbly, furred claw it held a jagged piece of glass.
“Wanna play?” it spat as it lunged for his face.
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.
Horror Prompts’ Gillian 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: Nest
The Submission: With no other choice, I descended into the nest.
It was a humid hell-hole; the ship’s hull glistening with gore, and dismembered bodies were strewn everywhere.
I could feel them watching me, hissing, slinking in the shadows as I crawled deeper through the viscera that had been my comrades.
Presently, I saw them hard at work ripping my shipmates open groin to gullet, feasting on their innards. Just beyond the screaming carnage was the main generator; I’d have to wade through the beasts to complete the Commander’s mission.
I gripped the release rings on my grenade belt and charged ahead.
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.
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: Do you think it could be…aliens?
The Submission: Private Lance swallowed deeply and clutched at his plasma rifle “D-d’you think it could b-be…aliens?”
Commander Ellen shot Lance a sour look. “Don’t be ridiculous! There hasn’t been a Kananites sighting in—”
The words died on his throat as he swept his flashlight across the room and spotted the unmistakable hunched, spiny back of a Kananite.
“Well…I’ll be damned!”
The creature was stooped down on its haunches; Lance could see the thick muscles rippling through its scaled hide as it busied itself hacking up an unspeakable drooling viscera all over the ship’s hull.
Lance readied his rifle, determined to end the creature’s life before it could call its brethren, but Ellen lowered it with a gently push of his elbow. “Stow it,” he ordered. “If you miss, you puncture the hull and we’re all toast.”
Lance flicked the gun’s safety on and felt his stomach boil at the sight of the creature. It glistened with perspiration and ran a three-clawed hand along the wall, shredding cables and ripping through panels and smearing tacky blood in its wake.
Ellen checked his belt; it was fully stocked with grenades and ammo, all of it now completely useless. He didn’t even dare call it in, lest the creature be roused. He’d seen what happens when the Kananites swarmed and had no desire to witness it again.
“Fall back,” he whispered. Their only real hope was to slink away and regroup, maybe depressurise the entire deck just to be sure.
The creature reared up suddenly and snapped its head around. Cold, snake-like eyes narrowed as it locked eyes with them and its dripping jaw split open in a hissing roar, revealing rows of jagged, razor-like teeth.
Terror shot through Ellen as the Kananite straightened up; despite the slight hump from the sharp fins adorning its back, it stood around eight foot and it clenched tis talons in anticipation. Ellen estimated they had less than a heartbeat before the creature closed the distance and made mincemeat of their innards and made the only choice he could.
“Take this!” he stuffed the grenade belt into Lance’s shocked hands.
“Sir, what…?”
“Take it! Go knock out the main gennie!” and, before the Private could argue further, Ellen tossed his rifle aside, pulled out his knife, and charged at the beast.
Lance’s training and respect for the chain of command kicked in instantly and he was making a tactical withdrawal before even stopping to question it. Behind him, the Commander’s shrieks of agony echoed throughout the ship’s narrow corridors and were soon replaced by the sound of ripping flesh and splattered gore.
The emergency lights pulsated wildly as Lance gripped the Commander’s grenade belt, realised there was only one choice left…
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.
Horror Prompts’ Gillian 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: Forsythia
The Submission: June always loved to tend to her garden. Every day, rain, shine, or snow she’d be out there pottering about. Watering this, digging up that, caring for those. It was her pride and joy, and she was incredibly happy with the splash of colours that blossomed all year round and beamed with delight when people complimented her apple pie.
June loved her forsythia patch most of all. I think that’d be a good place to bury her mangled corpse. The moment I had to take a shovel to the dirt, I regretted not spending more time out here with her.
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.
Horror Prompts’ Gillian Church created 28 single-word prompts and challenged writers to write a horror drabble for each. A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words, no more, no less (not counting the title).
Did you do it?
The Prompt: Revenge
The Submission: “If I had to guess, I’d say this was good, old-fashioned revenge,” Donald mused, chewing on a fresh toothpick.
“F’r wot? Neighb’rs say ‘e never hurt a fly.”
Donald took in the crime scene. The walls were literally dripping. Blood was drenched into the rug. The evidence boys were trying to figure out how to zip Mrs. Cartwright’s chainsaw into a secure bag. The lady herself was sedated in the back of an ambulance.
“Trust me, kid. When a woman takes a saw to another man’s junk, you can bet it wasn’t because he forgot to take the bins out!”
What did you think to the prompt for this week’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.
Horror Prompts’ Gillian Church has created 28 single-word prompts and challenged writers to write a horror drabble for each. A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words, no more, no less (not counting the title).
Can you do it?
The Prompt: Queasy
The Submission: Even after all these years, the sight never failed to make me queasy. The doctor’s experiments were brutal, inhuman affairs and he cared less and less for hygiene or cleanliness these days. He lifted a large, rusty saw and whistled as he cut through tissue and muscle and bone, the subject shrieking in torment as arterial blood splattered the doctor’s shirt in a geyser.
“It’ll take forever to get those stains out,” I thought as I tossed the severed limb into a rusty wheelbarrow.
The doctor was grabbing a huge sledgehammer as I made my way down to the basement.
What did you think to the prompt for this week’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.
Horror Prompts’ Gillian Church has created 28 single-word prompts and challenged writers to write a horror drabble for each. A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words, no more, no less (not counting the title).
Can you do it?
The Prompt: Lethargic
The Submission: Once again, I lay in bed unable to move.
It’d started slowly, usually with restless nights or dreams full of dark things.
Now, I needed a cabinet full of pills and a stiff vodka just to drop off, only to wake up and find myself stuck, completely lethargic.
There were things to do, people to see, apologies to be made…
But that that ghastly thing lurked in the corner of the room.
Tall, spindly, with long thorn-like claws and a grinning skull-like face, my dark, ever-present visitor watched, chuckling lowly, blank eyes glassy and malicious.
Watching me from the dark.
What did you think to the prompt for this week’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.
Horror Prompts’ Gillian Church has created 28 single-word prompts and challenged writers to write a horror drabble for each. A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words, no more, no less (not counting the title).
Can you do it?
The Prompt: Sleet
The Submission: Upon locking eyes with the wretched thing beneath the bridge, Tyson turned and pelted back the way he’d come.
Blubbering, manic, he charged through the dense growth of trees, stumbling on mounds of dirt and scratching his babbling face on jagged branches.
He might’ve made it but for the sleet; his boot slipped at the top of the hill and he tumbled down to the half-frozen waters of the Brook.
As he lay there, ankle sprained, drenched in snow and caked in mud, the shambling, straggly-haired wretch lurched from the shadows and reached a talon-like hand towards his screaming face…
What did you think to the prompt for this week’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.
Horror Prompts’ Gillian Church has created 28 single-word prompts and challenged writers to write a horror drabble for each. A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words, no more, no less (not counting the title).
Can you do it?
The Prompt: Faithful
The Submission: Glenn couldn’t remember a time Mark hadn’t been there. They’d been practically inseparable since their childhood; “Brother from another mother”, he always said.
But when Sara came to him, eyes streaming, face puffy and bloody, Glenn knew his old friend’s time was up. He’d turned a blind eye too often.
It had been her plan; something had snapped and she was determined to make Mark pay. She’d actually smiled when she set the lit match to the gasoline and watched his body go up in flames. How he had writhed and screamed in agony!
“Should’ve been more faithful,” she’d muttered.
What did you think to the prompt for this week’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.
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