Halloween is right around the corner, so I thought the next few prompts should be Spook inspired. Muhahahaha… A few hours until Shocking Finds comes out, and a writing prompt about HORROR to keep your blood pumping while you wait.
Be sure to get your copy of this Electric-fryingly (:P) Paranormal Romance… and add to the Season with a story of your own… peruse this writing prompt and previous prompts, find you inspiration…
*Pinterest is full of stuff like this
For the rest of pictures, I think I will do something a little different from my previous prompts… for each picture I will write out a few sentence of my own… feel free to use them as a base to start your own story… 😛
- The suffocating feeling only grew as Jamie forced her way through the trees. She could feel the branches reaching out to stop her in her tracks, scratching along her exposed flesh, grabbing at her unbound hair.
- The bushes filled every available escape from the dark. A forest should be full of cotton tailed rabbits and white tailed deer, not demonic bushes swaying and groaning in the wind. “Eep.” Lacey squeaked and whirled around at the feel of grasping hands. Throwing her hand over her mouth, she began to shake as she stood transfixed, staring at the innocent looking bush.
The darkness in her eyes froze Sam in his place. It moved like a rippling lake at midnight, attacking his mind, calling to him. Sam moved across the room, unable to stop. The screams in his mind intensified but never made it from his lips.
Shaking his hands out, Jake did his best not to scream. He didn’t know what the hell was going on but tingling, glowing hands couldn’t be healthy. As the tingling began to itch and burn, Jake forgot about manly silence. “What the hell?” He needed a bucket of water, a block of ice … something to keep his extremities from bursting into flames.
Every slice of his scalpel reveled more and more blood. He needed more towels if he wanted to find what made her tick. At least the screaming had stopped. As much as he enjoyed the sound of a woman’s voice in distress, he needed to concentrate. He needed to find the heart before it was too late. If he couldn’t feel it’s last few beats, then all his hard work would be for nothing. Ruined because this bitch decided to bleed heavier than the others.
Muhahahahaha… Okay, now it’s your turn to let the story flow. 😛 Happy Hallow’s Eve… okay, I’m a bit early… but a writer needs to be prepared… Happy Wordage, Tracey