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#ScaryYAH: Two Sentence Horror Story #1

Happy Saturday, Spookies!!

I am so excited to reveal our new (and much improved) horror feature! Some of you may remember the past two years of the Scary Writing Prompt Game, which was a great deal of fun but had plenty of room for improvements that would allow for more players and more creepiness. A revamp was necessary, and here it is!

Welcome to the very first round of Two Sentence Horror Story. This feature was inspired by a fun flurry of posts last year all across the internet that displayed brilliant (and very creepy) stories that were only two sentences in length, total.

Here at YA Highway, we have a pretty diverse range of tastes in fiction, but there are two of us in particular who especially enjoy reading and writing horror. Those two members include me (Amy Lukavics) and the incredible Kaitlin Ward. Kaitlin and I will be running this feature every month from here on out! GET EXCITED! And if not for us, well then, how about for this kick ass prize schedule!?

Prize Schedule:

Every single participant of the game is automatically entered to win a prize for the three times a year when names will be randomly drawn. These dates are:

Friday the 13th (of March) 2015

Saturday, October 31st, 2015 (in honor of Halloween and Dia de los Muertos)

Friday the 13th (of November) 2015

The more you participate, the higher a chance you have of winning! Prizes will include things ranging from scary books to DVDs to horror trinkets guaranteed to send shivers down your spine.

How To Play:

Every month, Kaitlin or I will post a photo prompt to inspire your two sentence horror story. Once you have yours ready to go, you can either:

a) Post it in the comments below
b) Tweet your two sentence horror story (if it fits!) with the hashtag #ScaryYAH
c) Post the story on Tumblr and tag it with #ScaryYAH

Every month, we will post our favorite entry from the previous round. Winners will get an additional entry for a prize on top of their participant entry. Pretty straight forward, right? We are so excited to read, retweet, and reblog your entries!

Now that we've gotten all that out of the way, let's dive into the first prompt.


This Week's Prompt:

Kaitlin's entry: "After so much death, there is nothing left but blood. And so through the blood she tiptoed."

Amy's entry: "She never did learn to swim. The blood that pooled warm and heavenly beneath her feet made her wish she had."


Unleash the Hellhounds, Spookies!
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. Power filled her as the warm blood pooled at her feet. Her laugh, mirthless and crazed, sent chills up the spines of those left for sacrifice.

  2. She never thought one man's body could spill enough blood to coat a warehouse floor. The way it softened her hardened feet made her wish she'd cut up the last three the same way.

  3. She thought sharing the stage with her ex-boyfriend would be hard enough. Still, she never considered that the actor playing Romeo would go so far as to replace her fake knife with a real one.

  4. Her bare feet sent soft ripples through the remains of the crowd, who had finally silenced their laughter. She wasn't a laughingstock anymore and never will be again.

  5. "Momma's gonna be mad," Sissy said as we splashed through the puddles, just like when we were little girls in our Sunday dresses. "No," I said, "she won't be mad this time."

  6. The terror left me frozen, as two sets of pale eyes stared at me from the shadows of the attic. My girlfriend downstairs waiting would've heard my scream, let alone the ghosts pretending I shouldn't see that they knew...I like to wear women’s panties.

  7. Isabella staggered forward with the knife in her hand, victorious but wounded after her confrontation with the monster that laid before her. She jolted when a tap at the window heralded the arrival of another monster, staring at her through the thin barrier of glass.

  8. These are incredible entries!! Great job, everyone!

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  10. The warmth of his blood beneath my feet is soothing, just as it is every time I kill him. Although I don't understand why he keeps coming back, with this menacing smirk across his lips, I find pleasure in doing it over and over again without hesitation, and now, without love.

  11. I've lost track of the number of times I've seen his body on the floor, with those usually loving eyes now empty; the sight of him like this doesn't even phase me like it used to. But this time I can feel it all--the warm blood under my feet, the cold metal of the knife in my hand--and I know it isn't just a nightmare this time.

  12. The bag of blood burst underfoot as she staggered away from the gurney, yanking the IV from her arm and staring in disbelief at the mad doctor holding the parasite. She slipped and fell, instantly backpedaling on crimson hands while the doctor, who hadn't moved, raised his forceps and peered closely at the wriggling creature, saying, "Aw, Mommy doesn't want to meet you."


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