Oct 27, 2011

3 For Thursday Week 5 Prompt 2

3 For Thursday
Week 5 Prompt #2
Phrase Prompt
~~fear pulsed through (his/her/it's) veins~~
  1. gruesome and horrifying; ghastly; horrible.
  2. of, pertaining to, dealing with, or representing death,especially its grimmer or uglier aspect.
  3. of or suggestive of the allegorical dance of death.
This Contest Starts at Noon
Contest Ends at 1:00 (for the Speed Challenge and for part two of your story for the Blind Challenge)
You have one hour to write 100 words including this phrase.
Next Contest Starts at 1:00 with a word prompt!

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 ═══Speed Challenge
Make this prompt a 100 word stand alone story in this hour
Blind Challenge
Start a 300 word story, writing the first 100 words during this hour using this prompt then adding to it as the rest of the prompts come up (without altering what you have written).
Classic Challenge
Wait for all three prompts then write a 300 word story including each of the provided prompts, for this you have until midnight EST!

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  1. speed challenge

    Trick or Treat

    Fear pulsed through her veins and she hid behind a gravestone it was coming... whatever it was. Fog was rolling in great all she needed was to be able to see less. Stupid teens, thought it was macabre. That’s probably all it was dares for Devil’s Night.
    “I’m going to kick over a gravestone come help me Fred.”
    That was it I might let them come into the graveyard but I was not going to let them destroy it.
    “Trick or treat boys” I screamed
    They paled and ran sometimes it’s good to be a ghost.

  2. Fear pulsed through my veins, a tattooed beat in time with my heartbeat. Forgive me, Father, for I have—

    Sinned? She finished. Yes, you have. That black hole you call your soul needs to offer up a bit more than repentance. You want forgiveness? You start here. Now.

    You take the place of the one you would have traded for more life.

    Now you suffer.

    Her silky laugh brought tears to my eyes.

    He noticed and renewed his devotion to my death. He prodded. Sliced. Cut.

    Dear God, please don’t let me last.

    God won’t help the likes of you.

    100 words

  3. To Dance Forever

    The Dance Macabre; the dance of death. I’d never seen it. Visiting cemeteries at this time of year was something my Spanish teacher in high school liked to do for Dia de los Muertos, but no fear pulsed through my veins then. Nothing happened in cemeteries. They were full of dead people. Big deal.

    But that night with mists wafting off the cooling grounds, I caught sight of a pair of apparitions wheeling between the headstones in a stately waltz and rare excitement and wonder zinged through me. The couple winked at me as they passed, then they were gone.

    100 words


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