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Writing Horror: Scary Writing Prompt Game #12

Happy Saturday, Spookies!

Welcome to another round of the scary writing prompt game! This will be the last round of 2013 before the winners are chosen (to be posted in January) and a new year of spooky prompts begin. When I first started this feature at the top of the year, it wasn't without hesitance. Would the YA Highway crowd like horror prompts? Would anyone participate? What if the feature crashed and burned in two months flat? Nervous but determined to at least try, I put the first prompt out there with no expectations. Then came another month, then another, then another. 

Your responses have blown me away this year. So many glorious paragraphs of creepiness, filled to the brim with delicious darklings by hands that are shining with talent. Posting only one snippet per month from your stories was truly difficult because I loved them all. For this, I thank you all from the bottom of my wicked, spider-webbed heart! 

Again, here's how it works: I'll announce the prompt, then you guys post a 1-2 paragraph response in the comment section. At the beginning of each round, I'll share my favorite bit from the previous week's entries before announcing the next prompt. As I announced in June, at the end of the year there will be a spooky prize drawing for ALL participants!

Want to give yourself more entries in the drawing? Go back to review and comment on past rounds if you haven't already. A late entry is just as fun to read for me!

The Prizes

2 winners will be receiving customized horror bottles in the scary book or movie of their choice. (What's a horror bottle, you ask? That, my spookies, is when I decoupage the shiz out of an empty wine bottle to showcase whichever book or movie you choose. They make for some killer decorations! Pun intended, especially if you request a Freddy Krueger bottle.)


Last month's prompt documented a case of spontaneous babysitting gone horribly, horribly wrong. If you've seen HOUSE OF THE DEVIL, you know that responding to bulletin board ads for babysitters that pay too much is not a very good idea. Alas, our narrator Jamie must have missed that film, because she took the bait hook, line, and sinker. Seeing everyone's visions of Hellish puppets was exhilarating, but one snippet in particular by Jorja Fraser had me rereading with a big old grin on my face:

"No… Jamie felt as if her insides had caved in on themselves. His eyes… 
She had to blink hard before realizing that what she saw was no trick. The space where Edmund’s eyes should be bore two impossibly black caverns, rimmed with… What were they? Were they teeth? Every inch of her filled with horror as she took in the boy’s presence, suddenly too aware of his empty gaze and the terrifying smile that crept across his porcelain-like face."


I mean, erm, *clears throat*....excellent job, Jorja. <3

This Week's Prompt:

"It's just not happening." Carla rolled her eyes from where she sat on the bathroom counter, her bare feet resting inside the sink as she applied her makeup. "This isn't the eighties anymore. They build them differently now."

Kimbra watched her twin with mild amusement from the bathtub. The blow dryer, still plugged in and resting on the counter beside the tub, was making ticking sounds as it cooled. Carla had only just finished using it a few minutes before. 

"How do you know?" Kimbra asked. She submerged herself into the water completely before coming back up for air. "Hair dryers are electric. If you turned it on and dropped it in here with me, I'd be dead. Fried. Melted. No More Kimbra."

Carla laughed, a little cruelly. "We should only be so lucky."

The amusement in Kimbra's face faded in a second. "Well, we all know you'd love that," she said. "To have me dead. Then everyone would have to start paying attention to you for once. What's it like, being the ugly twin?"

Carla's cheeks reddened as she slicked on some lipstick.  "We're identical, stupid."

"But we both know that we're not like other identical twins." Kimbra shifted uncomfortably in the bathtub, causing a wave of lavender-scented bubbles to splash over the sides and on to the floor. "Mom's ritual made sure of that."

"Fuck the ritual," Carla said and hopped off the counter. She picked up the blow dryer again, standing over her bathing sister. "If I turned this on right now and dropped it in with you, nothing would happen. The blow dryer would short out and die itself. You'd remain unharmed."

"Do it, then," Kimbra sang, although Carla could have sworn she detected just a hint of worry on her twin's face. "You always have to be right. Let's see what happens. Turn it on. Drop it in."

The silence in the air was heavy as the sisters contemplated each other. 

"Come on, sis," Kimbra sneered from the tub filled with bubbles. Carla realized that her sister didn't think she would actually do it, and it irritated her. She was being mocked at this point. "You said just last week that you wanted to play Russion roulette, but then again, that was in front of all those boys you wanted to bone. I'm not so sure you've got the guts when it comes down to it."

Carla turned the blow dryer on the highest setting, the sound echoing through the bathroom and making it impossible to hear whatever Kimbra mouthed in response. 

"Let's take a chance, then," Carla yelled, her lipstick-stained mouth turning up into a grin. "Let's see who wins."

Kimbra's eyes widened as Carla raised her arm and dropped the blow dryer into the water.


Release the Hellhounds!

Amy Lukavics

Amy lurks within the forested mountains of Arizona. When she isn't reading or writing creepy stories, she enjoys cooking, crafting, and playing games across many platforms. She is the author of Daughters Unto Devils (Harlequin Teen 2015) and The Women In The Walls (Harlequin Teen 2016).

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  1. Writing is my one kind of hobby and most of the time I wrote when I get some free time. Your writing is very knowledgeable and enjoyable one look to me about the writing process.paper writing firm That is able to makes me more impress about the writing career.

  2. "YOU BITCH !" Kimbra yelled. The blow dryer bobbed up and down; it had shorted itself out and floated harmlessly in the water. "What if I had died just then !?" she said as she hurried out of the tub, splashing soapy water all over the floor.

    "That was the FUCKING POINT !" Carla yelled as she grabbed Kimbra's neck with both of her hands, squeezing tighter and tighter and lashed her violently back down into the tub. Kimbra struggled, flailing her legs, desperately trying to pry her sister's hands from her throat as her vision starts to blur. Carla screamed and grabbed her by the head, bashing her skull on the side of the tub until Kimbra was still. The tub was cracked and filled with blood. Carla rose from the side of the tub, laughing. She took her bloodied hand and brushed back her hair blocking her eye, leaving a smudge of blood on her cheek. She turned to leave her sister's corpse to rot, her foot slipping out from under her from the soapy water. She flailed backwards onto the side of the tub, slamming her spine. She reeled in pain and slid into the bloodied tub. Her body immediately tensed and convulsed, foam coming out of her mouth, the blow dryer floating next to her and in her last moments of life she regrettably knew which one of them was "special" and which one of them was not.

    1. Holy moly.....this I did not expect! So brutal, dang. *shivers*


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