Horror Story Prompts!

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So, want to write horror but just don’t have any ideas? Take a gander at these prompts and see if any of them spark an interest!

Horror Story Prompts
— You get home, tired after a long day’s work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already.
— I just saw my reflection blink.
— You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying “Don’t go down there honey, I heard it too.”
— The doctors told the amputee he might experience a phantom limb from time to time. Nobody prepared him for the moments though, when he felt cold fingers brush across the phantom hand.
— She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn’t.
— I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”
— My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.


Marriage Co.®

Alison, a twenty-something girl with straight brown hair and cool gray eyes, stood outside a large courthouse. The building loomed in front of her. She swayed a bit and wrung her hands. Her palms were cold and slick and her fingers were nearly numb. She swallowed, attempting to moisten the dry patch in the back of her throat. The air was nippy and her cheeks glowed red from the bite of the wind. The sky was a bright, cold blue. With each breath it looked as if she exhaled puffs of smoke.

“Up we go,” a gruff voice startled her as a man took her by the elbow and led her gently up the steps to the courthouse. “Don’t be nervous, Ally,” he said with a smile and a friendly sideways glance. “Your sister got married just last year and you see how that turned out. You’ll be fine.”

Alison stumbled along up the steps and into the building. “Not every girl’s as lucky as Christine,” she muttered. “Macy married that guy, Phillip, now look where she’s at. Four kids in four years and he doesn’t let her do anything.”

“Eh,” the man shrugged. “I’m sure that doesn’t happen often. Besides, I’ve met your fiance. Seems like a nice fellow.”

Alison raised a brow. “But papa…isn’t that against the –”

“Shh,” he raised his fingers to his lips and winked.

They approached a large oak desk that blocked off a hallway. Several clerks sat behind the long desk, filling out paperwork and leading men and women down the hallway. They stood in line for just a short amount of time before they were motioned over.

“How can I help you?” The woman behind the desk looked up at Alison and her father.

“Just engagement procedure,” he said.



A smirk flitted onto the woman’s face. “Fresh in, are ya?”

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State of My Year

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Write up a mid-year “State of My Year” post.

You see that gargoyle? You see how he looks? That’s how I’m feeling right now. My year is in a state of stagnancy. I feel like it is barely moving and it is so frustrating. I am cutting back on calories to lose weight (don’t worry, nothing extreme; I’m on 1530/day) so I can’t eat for comfort. I try to keep myself busy but with a class only twice a week and no job, it’s frustrating. I have heard about more people dying in the past two days than I can bare. I owe so much money to people and it is causing anxiety. I have to figure out what I am going to do with my horse. I just want to skip town and move to New Orleans already, but that is not wise nor responsible.

I guess on the more positive side, I will be going to school full time in the fall and after next semester I will only be two classes away from my BA.  I’m becoming friends with people at my church, which is great. I will be getting baptized on August 25th and I have a job promised to me at the end of September. I will be receiving enough in my refund to pay off all of my debts. I feel God working in my life and I shouldn’t complain. I’m just down in the dumps. That’s the state of my year so far.

Why English is So Hard

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We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

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Life After Blogs

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Okie dokie, guys. I am gonna start doing a daily prompt from The Daily Post! And then there should be a weekly prompt I’d like to hop into too, but that will start tomorrow.



Your life without a computer:  what does it look like?

It is hard to imagine life without a computer. I have at least had access to one for as long as I can remember. Life without it now, though… It would be a completely different beast. I would probably watch a lot more television. Ya know, to pass the time. I definitely wouldn’t be writing this blog. Facebook would not be a priority for me. I never would have made some pretty great friends. Maybe I would be outside more often…well, at least I’d like to think so. I would talk on the phone more, which would be a good thing if I didn’t loath talking on the phone. My mom and sisters wouldn’t tease me about being on the computer all the time. For school assignments, I would be frustratingly dependent on the library. I probably wouldn’t know half as much as I do and making credit card payments would be a pain. I’d like to think I would cope well without a computer, and maybe if I never had one in the first place I could, because I wouldn’t know any other way… But if one day out of nowhere I just didn’t have a computer anymore, I believe I would not be a very happy human being.

That’s a little sad, isn’t it?