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

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“Not Your Average Halloween” by Grace Reardon

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“This is a stupid idea, you realize this, right?!” “Absolutely that’s why we are doing this!” I sighed, she’ll never change. Trixie has always been daring. Growing up in the house of a pediatrician and a politician, I knew life would always come with risks, and I learned to accept that. But I will not accept the fact that my best friend wants me to spend the night in a graveyard, just because some kids from our school were doing it. &nbsp...

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“Dances With Ghosts” by Chris Buono

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“Okay, so it’s a deal,” Anthony said in excitement, “We are spending the night in the cemetery.” Mia smiled nervously, trying to front excitement as best she could. In all honesty, she would have rather spent Halloween watching cheesy old horror flicks in Molly’s basement with Anthony, Molly, and John. “What time should we head out there?” she asked. “We’ll collect our supplies for the night and meet up in the woods b...

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“Dum Spiro, Spero” by Elizabeth Inkim

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The rain was full of ghosts. Apparitions of whispers that have long since died on the lips of the damned whistled through the streets. Brittle, broken leaves danced in the frigid breeze of autumn. Dum Spiro, Spero. Dum Spiro, Spero. Dum Spiro, Spero. The words haunted my mind as I stormed down the chipped streets. Like a broken stereo, the words rattled around in my head, again and again; unrelenting. Ever since that blasted beast of bewilderment bit me, flashes of another life plagued my dreams. They felt more like memories of another life;...

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“DON'T LOOK BACK ” by Abhik Bhanu

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DON’T LOOK BACK &nb...

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“Cat Killer” by April Parkinson

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In the end, it was dad who put us up to it. The early afternoon sunlight punched in through the dusty windows, casting harsh shadows on Tim’s earnest expression as he said to me, ‘I just don’t think it’d be right, Ollie.’ It was about two in the afternoon, and my brother Tim and I were sitting in the sunroom deliberating about what should be done and whether anything should be done at all. We sat tensely on the ugly brown sunroom couch and spoke in quiet voices, so mum and dad in the next room watching Channel Seven wouldn’t h...

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“Continuance” by Adah M.M

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"It will be fun. Just me, you and a bunch of dead folks singing out to the moon." says Alec "In a cemetery ? There are much saner ways to celebrate an anniversary. Like going to the park or movies or something like that" Jane exclaims "I know but it's October. The month of the spooky and spookay" Alec says jumping and making weird signs with his hands. Jane laughs and shakes her head in refusal. Alec sighs and jumps on the ratty couch in the room. "It's not ideal, I know. B..but I just want to make new great great memories wi...

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“The Regretted Promise” by L M

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I made a mistake. A really big mistake. A promise I regret. I made an innocent promise, that I had no way of knowing would come back to haunt me later. To say Alice and I were best friends is an understatement. We were inseparable. We were practically sisters, from two different worlds. It began in second grade, when she transferred schools. I still remember what she looked like that day, a skinny toothpick, knobbly joints, ripped jeans, and a dingy flannel shirt. She had knotted, brown, short hair. But still, she wore a sneaky, sw...

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“Water and Stone” by Claire Lindsey

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They walked hand in hand through the tall grass, the blades bending beneath their footsteps with papery sighs. The sun was setting in the distance, over the tops of the mountains which hemmed the valley in shadows. The air hung heavy with the last of the day’s warmth, full of the slow song of crickets and the few birds yet to escape the impending winter.Gwen smiled at her fiancé, her face alight with the fire of the evening sky. They knew that they should head back, that the night threatened to overtake them before they could return to the h...

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“Graveyard Dogs” by David Brown

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The howling of the wind through the sepulcher’s vault doors had fused with the yowling of the grave robber’s fretful hound. The gaunt short-haired mutt was chained to the rear bumper of a rusted Ford Model TT pickup truck. The unsightly vehicle appeared to be made entirely of rust, only being held together by its weathered wooden box bed.It was just after midnight and the thunderstorm outside had come on unusually fast. The crooked old filcher paused at his labor and looked out through the mausoleum’s open iron doors. Lightning flashed in th...

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“A GRIEVANCE AT GRAVEYARD” by Dawood Abbasi

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Hassam was fond of mystical matters to a greater extent. He used to study the spirits or ghosts concerning books. Once he read a book of attaining the spiritual powers. It was an account of various spiritual skills and potency of dealing with the spirits. The book contained many methods to master the spirits controlling techniques. Hassam traced an easy method of attaining the authority over spirits of either vice or nice origins. From numerous such tricks, he selected a suitable trick for him of passing two Friday nights in a graveyard. It...

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“Grandfather's Footsteps” by Deborah Mercer

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There was something that Poppy found appealing about what she termed proper graveyards. A proper graveyard wasn’t one of those beautifully kept gardens of remembrance abutting some crematoria. They were lovely to look at, but too sanitised for her, too neatly organised and with too many prohibitions and prescriptions, and she thought they didn’t feel that much different from any other beautifully tended gardens. As for those natural burial grounds, well, in principle, having vaguely green leanings, she whole-heartedly app...

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“Losers Don't Lose Everything” by ℤ ℍ☮️

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Dear, you, I love you. The day you left me, my heart broke into a million pieces. It felt like you were an item in a claw machine. I picked you up with the claw for a few seconds and then you dropped back into the sea of teddy bears. Then another girl used the claw and won you for real. Did you really love me? You're her destiny, but I felt like you were mine. So I stayed quiet. I built a fence around myself, kept away from you. Do you remember that time, we were at Gran's Diner and 'The Power of Love' started to play? You ran to...

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“As you sow,so shall you Reap” by New Inspirations

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It seemed that the biker cranked open the throttle, as the bike danced a thrilling two-lane tango past redwood forests,hard rocks,snaky lanes,zigzagging crazily to deliver its exhilarated effects .Surely it was breath taking but it wasn't a bike race. It was Rob trying to flee after a murder that he has committed. The cops were behind him chasing past his bike,there was a shoot out but the bullet just escaped Rob's left earlobe.The cops were determined and another bullet luckily went to his left leg,shrieking with the terrible pain of ...

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“Graveyard Smash” by Kathleen March

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It all began because of a lame old song, sung or recited by a one-hit singer nobody could pick out of a crowd. The song was even inspired by an earlier, odd-duck tune with the theme of mashed potatoes. The earlier one was sung by a girl group, maybe around 1960. That didn’t keep the lame song from becoming way too popular, from being played annually at a certain time of the year: pre-Halloween. Every year since 1962 right up until now that tune haunts commuters by car, customers who walk by a store display and set off the mummy with ...

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“One Night at Campbellś Hill” by Patrick Druid

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They say that Middle School is brutal. Those friendships that were developed in elementary school seem to vanish and in its place, a growing emptiness that comes with the quest for popularity and power. Jim Haynes had made this observation in a journal that his 5th grade home room teacher had given to him as a parting gift. She had instructed him to write in the journal on a regular basis during his time in middle school. It was a leather-bound book with ornate carvings on the edges and rough-hewn paper inside. "It will serve you, well, ...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 320 stories

“Not Your Average Halloween” by Grace Reardon

“Dances With Ghosts” by Chris Buono

“Dum Spiro, Spero” by Elizabeth Inkim

“DON'T LOOK BACK ” by Abhik Bhanu

“Cat Killer” by April Parkinson

“Continuance” by Adah M.M

“The Regretted Promise” by L M

“Water and Stone” by Claire Lindsey

“Graveyard Dogs” by David Brown

“A GRIEVANCE AT GRAVEYARD” by Dawood Abbasi

“Grandfather's Footsteps” by Deborah Mercer

“Losers Don't Lose Everything” by ℤ ℍ☮️

“As you sow,so shall you Reap” by New Inspirations

“Graveyard Smash” by Kathleen March

“One Night at Campbellś Hill” by Patrick Druid

🌟 Similar prompts

Write about someone’s first Halloween as a ghost.

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

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

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

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