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#65: Spooky Season

What is it about Halloween that we find so deeply appealing? Is it the excuse to dress up and pretend to be something other than ourselves for a few hours? The exploration of all things creepy and macabre, of subjects normally too taboo to engage with? Perhaps it’s just the abundance of all our favorite candies at the same time.

Whatever the reason, there’s no denying the allure of this thrilling and chilling holiday. And while many people’s Halloween celebrations will need to be very different this year, there’s no reason why we can’t still enjoy a bit of spooky fun!

Whether you like horror, the creepy aesthetic, or just overloading on candy, this week’s prompts have plenty of inspiration to get you into the Halloween mood.

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“Bridgemoss Guardians” by Joshua Insole

She waited for 15 minutes after the sliver of light beneath her bedroom door disappeared. Once she was sure her parents were asleep, Sadie slid the window up and stole down the trellis. The autumnal air swished down into her lungs — crisp, chilly, and delicious. She landed like a cat, crouched, hands on the floor. Sadie didn’t need to jump the last of the way to the ground, but where would the fun be in not doing that?Her ten-speed leaned next to the bins — where she’d left it. With a glance up at the droopy eyes of the ...

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⭐️ Shortlisted

“Freed” by Lina Ozz

“Victoria, please.”“This is so stupid. And you know I hate it when you call me that.”“It’s really not. You just have to dig up my grave, burn my bones, and then I’ll be set free.”I stare at my dead sister’s ghost. This is, quite possibly, the worst birthday I've ever had. And that's saying something, seeing as she died on the last one.“And how the hell do you know that’ll work?”“I’ve seen it before.”“From where?”“Er…a T.V. show?”I glower. She rubs her neck. “You have got...

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“Marshmallow Wrapped In Barbed Wire” by Deidra Lovegren

Twenty five years in, she found herself a ghost. She stood unseen in the living room, stupidly holding a large bowl of homemade caramel corn. The noise from the widescreen television washed over her, the whistles and calls, the screaming of the fans, the roar of the crowd. The men in the room, overgrown and overfed, booed and hooted, depending on their agreement with the referees. Empty bottles of beer and depleted bags of chips lay pillaged. She sat the bowl down. Quick meaty hands dug to the bottom, shoved gooey warm caramel...

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“Vampire Lawn Care” by David Gottfried

He couldn’t recall exactly when having a nice lawn had started to matter to him.He and Mary used to joke about it when they’d moved out from the city, how the neighbors would talk about grass treatments and how tall to mow the blades, how they all had the same houses with the portico and the dormer windows and the multi-crested roofs and the two-car garage with the same foreign SUV out front, how they dressed in identical fleece pullovers with logos displayed across the chest and named their children after presidents – M...

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“Good Night” by Amy St. pierre

The day had been unseasonably warm for October, but the night air was cold. I put on extra thick socks and my coziest hoodie, and I packed two extra blankets with my sleeping bag. Then I watched outside from my bedroom window, peering outside through the blinds, waiting for the flash of headlights coming down the road. Moments later, Jade pulled up outside my mother’s house. She was driving her mother’s old bla...

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“A Witch’s Guide to Being Brave” by Itxy Lopez

My hands are clenched inside my robe’s pockets. Better, I think, bunched up and out of sight than to see them shaking. I’m breathing one, two, three, in, and one, two, three, out, but my heart’s still beating in my chest like an annoying neighbor who can’t take a hint. I want to call them—Paola, Saanvi, and Emma—and tell them I’m out. That I’ll join them next Halloween, but Emma’s words won’t stop playing in my head. They were the last words she said to me the first day I met her: “Witches don’t have a choice but to...

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“When Dracula Moved Next Door To Mr. Rogers” by Maureen Mancini

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This week's prompts:

Start your story with two characters deciding to spend the night in a graveyard.

General – 347 stories

Write about someone’s first Halloween as a ghost.

Holiday – 218 stories

Write about a group of witches meeting up on Halloween night.

Holiday – 155 stories

Write about a vampire or werewolf who moves into a quiet suburban neighborhood.

Thriller and Suspense – 185 stories

Write about someone taking a child trick-or-treating for the very first time.

For Kids – 91 stories

Stories

“Bridgemoss Guardians” by Joshua Insole

She waited for 15 minutes after the sliver of light beneath her bedroom door disappeared. Once she was sure her parents were asleep, Sadie slid the window up and stole down the trellis. The autumnal air swished down into her lungs — crisp, chilly, and delicious. She landed like a cat, crouched, hands on the floor. Sadie didn’t need to jump the last of the way to the ground, but where would the fun be in not doing that?Her ten-speed leaned next to the bins — where she’d left it. With a glance up at the droopy eyes of the ...

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“The Witch Convention” by Felicity Williams

“Welcome to the 7,459th annual Witch Convention. Please don’t forget to leave your black cats, toads, werewolves, manticores, chimeras, and any other in the cages provided,” a monotone feminine voice drones from somewhere up high. “Ah, Hazel, how wonderful to see you again!” I glance behind my shoulder and see a witch in an emerald-colored robe walking towards me. I suppress a sigh of dismay upon seeing my aunt....

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“The Whole Story” by Anna Elizabeth

“If this goes south, I need you to promise me something.”“Anything.”“Don’t leave until you know the whole story.”Her last words ring in my ears and swirl around my head. They always land on the same two words. Don’t leave. The bed feels stiff under my body and the blanket presses down on me like a twenty ton weight. The room has a faint glow from the dawn’s light slipping through the window. A numbing wave of acceptance rolls through my body.I roll out of bed and peer out the window. It’s barely six o’...

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“Seasonal Allergies” by Aj Hensley

Most people believe the sun, a braid of garlic, or a stake through the heart to be a vampire’s greatest threat. They’re wrong. In my 826 years of death, my greatest foe has always been seasonal allergies.“ACHOO!” I sniffle, letting out a dry, uncomfortable sneeze. Seeing as my body is, well, dead, I don’t produce mucus. Every sneeze feels like pulling a piece of sandpaper through my sinuses.“Are you kidding me Haelyas?”Glancing over at the passenger in the front seat of my car...

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“The Witch-Out” by Melissa Hassan

“Order...order!” Eleanora yelled over the loud protests from the coven of sister witches gathered in the great hall of her manor.“What do you mean by, a 'witch-out'?” asked one of the sister witches.“It means we are not going to be doing our usual witching tonight,” replied Eleanora pounding the gavel on the table as the protesters began to yell even louder this time.“Order...I shall have order in this hall!” Eleanor yelled loudly as her voice echoed through the hall and reverberated o...

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“Ghostly fun times” by B. W.

Oh, why? why did any of this ever have to happen? I could have just been at home still and watching a movie with my friends or something. We always did like watching hocus pocus on Halloween...We could have been out trick-or-treating as well...either of those options was good. I remember how last year I had dressed up as Katara and one of them had dressed up as Aang...Do any of them even miss me? I know that I had only died a week ago or so...but they shouldn't even miss me that mu...

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“A Haunted Prank ” by Alina Manha

"Come on Kiyara. Walk faster." Jane, my best friend said as we walked down the street. Aaah what did I get myself into I thought. Yesterday when we were watching a horror movie Jane came up with a plan, that we could go to the graveyard and spend the night there. I didn't want to go there, it was very spooky at night especially on a Halloween night. I shuddered as I thought about it. But I had to say yes because I didn't want her to think that I was scared and didn't want to go. Which was true, I was really scare...

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“Freed” by Lina Ozz

“Victoria, please.”“This is so stupid. And you know I hate it when you call me that.”“It’s really not. You just have to dig up my grave, burn my bones, and then I’ll be set free.”I stare at my dead sister’s ghost. This is, quite possibly, the worst birthday I've ever had. And that's saying something, seeing as she died on the last one.“And how the hell do you know that’ll work?”“I’ve seen it before.”“From where?”“Er…a T.V. show?”I glower. She rubs her neck. “You have got...

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“He isn't real...or is he?” by B. W.

All you had wanted to do for Halloween was just stay home the entire night and watch a movie or fall asleep. You never even liked the holiday, you hated dressing up for it as well. Some friends of yours would always tell you, "Come on Vayd it'll be fun!" Though it never seemed like it would be fun. You were just planning on watching a comedy and eating some peanut butter at three in the mo...

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“Entries from a Werewolf Lover's Diary” by Alby Carter

June 19, 2240Three days after.Our town is hollow, lost without the soft music of the werewolves' howls, some of which were yours. We're not allowed to say it anymore, but we loved those howls. Every night, we were frozen with anticipation, waiting for the sweet melody to sing us to sleep. Every morning, we mourned its loss. Now that the howls are no longer, the town is like it was the minutes before the howling started. Numb, unsure, and worried. We are always worried.

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“Marshmallow Wrapped In Barbed Wire” by Deidra Lovegren

Twenty five years in, she found herself a ghost. She stood unseen in the living room, stupidly holding a large bowl of homemade caramel corn. The noise from the widescreen television washed over her, the whistles and calls, the screaming of the fans, the roar of the crowd. The men in the room, overgrown and overfed, booed and hooted, depending on their agreement with the referees. Empty bottles of beer and depleted bags of chips lay pillaged. She sat the bowl down. Quick meaty hands dug to the bottom, shoved gooey warm caramel...

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“The Coffin” by Julia Boddie

"Let's go," Rebbeca told her. Magaret did not want to go. She was terrified of graveyards. Rebbeca of course, who wasn't scared of anything, was only doing this because of a dare. Of all people, why did Magaret's best friend have to be a daredevil? "Do I have to go? Why can't you just go by yourself?" Magaret asked. She regretted those words when they left her mouth. She co...

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“The Horse-Spirit Story” by Zilla Babbitt

Evening cold swept down the bare rocky shoulders of Khaan Mountain. Frost and fog curled delicately on the foothills and around the tops of the fir trees. This was the kind of weather that made fires glow in the shimmering, steely air, that pulled down the heavy white clouds and scattered them, broken, over frozen soil, that worked its way into your very bones so that you couldn’t get warm until late March, no matter how long you stood in front of the fire. Through the windswep...

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“Stolen toys” by Abigail Airuedomwinya

Let's face it: Roland could never have known his boyfriend had secrets he still kept away. The move was a good one for both of them but underneath the smiling facade, there had been something hidden; something not particularly sinister but not entirely good. And Roland could not have known. It was Roland who chose the new house and the neighborhood. It was he who, after searching tirelessly for days, circ...

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“F*ck This” by Lina Ozz

“Sisters, are we ready?” Vanessa hisses, staring at the two other women with narrowed and dark eyes, clutching the spell book in her pale hands. She’s the tallest of the three, with long black hair to her knees and slender fingers; Regina is the thinnest, with icy blue eyes and silvery hair that swirls around her shoulders. Mary Ann is the smallest in both height and stature; she’s a tiny thing, with a small round nose and small red lips and small dry hands. But her brown eyes are large and unblinking.“Yes, sister,” Regina and Mary...

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