50 Word of Horror in 2024 Contest

24 thoughts on “50 Word of Horror in 2024 Contest”

1. As dusk fell, Katherine pulled over to the side of the road, her car seemingly breaking down. Checking under the hood by the dim light, she suddenly stared into pale green eyes in the shadows beneath the chassis, smiling hungrily back at her.

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2. Jenny smiled as she drifted to sleep, blissfully unaware of the long spindly shadow detaching from the corner and creeping towards her bed. She didn’t hear the faint skittering of numerous skeletal limbs emerging from the darkness as eight red eyes focused unblinkingly upon her helpless form nestled cozily under the blankets.

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3. It was just after midnight, when I heard my five years old daughter screaming, The terror of fright was in my child’s voice, her eyes stared wide as the tears fell without stopping.
   “Mommy ;she said it’s look at me ! ”
   Pointing her finger ,but my eyes sees nothing.

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4. In the dark, eerie woods, shadows whispered evil. Sarah, alone and lost, felt a chilly breath around her neck. Hidden eyes watched as branches snapped into halves. A distant horrific melody played. Frozen, she realized the truth: the forest itself was hungry for her fear and the night aided it.

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5. A gloomy night. Cursed spirits everywhere. Eyeing me down through my each step. Their eyes with intent to kill. I walk through with goosebumps. Not positive if I’m going to make it out alive. I’m inside my car. Best believe I’m going to drive far. Soon my back door opens.

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6. Gloomy night. Cursed spirits everywhere. Eyeing me down through my each step. Their eyes with intent to kill. I walk through with goosebumps. Not positive if I’m going to make it out alive. I’m inside my car. Best believe I’m going to drive far. Soon my back door opens.

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7. On a stormy rainy night Jennette heard a sound. Not of someone crying but rather howling And it was right outside the bedroom window. Grabbing his raincoat and shotgun. He stepped outside the front door . And it grab a hold of him and ate up alive.

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8. I lay there in the cold and colorless night. I never wanted this. The physical manifestation of my love for him lay beside me, writhing on the ground. I can’t move, but my heart continues to beat. I stare at it, hoping to reverse what he did to me.

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9. ‘’Clare‘’

   ‘’Clare wake up’’

   ‘’What is it’’?

   ‘’I can’t find the kids’

   ‘’They must be upstairs or playing in the backyard’’

   ‘’No I have checked everywhere’’

   ‘’Oh my god Stuart’’

   ‘’What happened’’?

   ‘’Just don’t move and look back’’.

   ‘’Why’’?

   ‘’They are holding the same axe we used on them’’

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10. Tom scampered into the principal’s office. He found and picked up his phone from the principles desk. A voicemail. He lifted his phone to his ear.
    The principles voice boomed from the phone.
    “Schools and phones don’t mix. Here’s why.”
    Both the phone and Tom clattered to the floor.

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11. Eireen is standing on my porch. Older than ever. Grizzley skin. We were lovers. She invited herself in a hurry to talk yesterday. She said she would bring her daughter. There was no girl. Just a new shade in the hallway mirror, I noticed. She was eager to leave again.

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12. “Alex! You need to get out of here!” I yelled. She turned around. She had a knife in her chest. “Don’t let them hurt you the way they hurt me,” she said smiling. She fell backwards off the balcony. I woke up. It was all a dream.

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13. Every day other day in the town of Stellville, Two people go missing.. Then the very next day, bloody bones appear at the edge of the woods.. Is it a coincidence? Of course it is! Says the human eating monster that lives in the woods.

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    1. Hilarious!

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14. Why do zombies eat the brains of humans? I said, I mean wouldn’t they just digest the brains!?
    But there was no reply.. because my dear dear friend was being turned into a zombie while I spoke.

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15. Grandmother dies. Mother says: Better late than never. Don’t open the kitchen window.

    That night Mother sleeps in Grandmother’s bed. Daughter sleeps in the kitchen as usual.

    When dead limbs skitter in the outer dark, Daughter wakes. She opens the window, climbs through, and stumbles—glancing backward every minute—away.

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16. My dog, Shuck, suddenly stopped dead in the forest darkness. The amber eyes and bared white teeth of a feral pack formed a barrier to our walk home.
    “Heel Shuck,” my hoarse voice whispered.
    Shuck looked from the pack to me, then howled, salivating, and joined them circling me.

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17. “There are babies and then there are babies,” smiled my midwife, grimly, gently washing my newborn in the sink, “But each one is a mirror of its mother’s virtue – or otherwise.”

    “So what have you been up to?” she asked, putting the damp, squealing green octopod to my nipple.

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18. The Courtesans face contorted under the sheer veil, undulating like ripples on a pond, now disturbed.
    “What else have you desired?”, she cooed, caressing his thigh with wet fingers that slithered, searching for ribcage, spine, then collar.
    “Did you enjoy your beverage? Why do you think you’re here?”

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19. I was awoken by scratching sounds. I peeled open my eyes, heavy with sleep. Slowly looking up, I was afraid of what I might see. A creature hung above me. The eyes were too wide, and it’s mouth hung open in a demented grin. And then, it fell onto me.

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20. Awakened by another nightmare, she reached for the comfort of her husband while she still could.

    Cold. A deep, hard cold.

    Her eyes flew open. No—the doctor said six months…

    He smiled stiffly, mouth cracking open Joker-style, revealing skin too dead to bleed and his newly-pointed teeth.

    “Breakfast in bed?”

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21. Winners of this contest will be included in our next issue. The issue will be published the first week of April We loved so so many of these, outstanding writing. More than our top 3 might appear in the issue. .

    Congratulations to:
    Winners
    1. Eric Jack Sanger’s story about the dog Shuck
    2. JONATHAN CLAYTON’s story about the dead grandmother
    3. Nikki Hess’s breakfast in bed story:

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    1. Awesome! Thank you, Richard—I’m honored! Congrats to all the winners.

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22. Transcribing the novel, my fingers ran along the stitches and paper like the skin of a corpse.
    Endlessly typing, the inky letters fading.
    I must continue typing,
    So I cut through my wrists, dripping it on the typebars.
    The keyboard and letters now sticky and crimson, the novel never completed.

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