Organized by DonnaSharples
He’s Watching by TheRobot
He’s watching me again, every day it’s exactly the same. I wake up and the pervert neighbour is staring at me from his window. He thinks he’s far away and I can’t see him, but his beady little eyes are there. Watching me when I wake up, get dressed…relive myself. A thousand scenarios have run thought my mind lying in bed at night staring back at him. He comes in the door, knocks me out and takes me somewhere to commit unspeakable acts. Or he’s taking photos, little snaps he pleasures himself over or even worse, uploads them to the internet.
He’s several floors up in the building across from me, looking down through my bedroom, living room and bathroom windows. I can’t open the curtains anymore; he’ll be their staring at me like always. The worst part is I don’t know who he is, he could be anyone. The man who sells me my morning coffee before work, the one who picks up my trash, or is it even a man? I don’t know and I don’t care, I just want him to stop looking at me. Although when I squint, he looks like a lamp.
Rivers of Death. By DavidGibbs6
On the battlefield amongst the dead and dying, two creatures face off. Desperate for food they came, a flood of millions looking for salvation, for life and a chance to reproduce.
The guardians however are cold, impassive and brutal as they slaughter the newcomers, gathering them up to destroy them, using their corpses for their own devices before discarding them.
As the refugee force builds fighting back for their right to life, they mount an attack killing many guardians and forcing their way into the most sacred of temples. The battle rages for days and as the heat rises they fight so ferociously that everyone in the surrounds knows, watching on with concern.
The battle causes many to flee fearful of the path it may take, and people close their gateways to the flood of refugees. Meanwhile the life and death struggle continues as guardians pile the pathetic corpses of their rivals into the wetlands where they rot. Soon a river of decaying body's forms, it is thick, starting with just tints of green before turning to a green sludge, flowing freely into the surrounding environment. The whole kingdoms feels the effects as constantly I wipe mucus from my nose.
We have had two brilliant entries. TheRobot’s entry was fun and I’ve had days like that when I’m without my glasses, but due to the fact I know what it’s like to be ill and suffer from the dreaded ‘mucus’ the winner is DavidGibbs6. I hope you enjoy reading their entries and look forward to more coming through for the next competition.
Next competition.
For our next competition you must follow and integrate these points into your horror story and send it to me via a PM by the 21st of September.
*Must be 999 words.
*The setting is in a Doctors office.
*A poltergeist
*A jellybean
*A machete
*And must include these two quotes from one of my favourite authors “Fiction is the truth inside the lie.” And “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
Happy writing guys and I look forward to reading your entries.
