Writing Prompt

“Gosh, I have to stop getting blood all over these hardwood floors…” Wanda mutters side stepping yet another puddle of the crimson liquid coating her kitchen floor. “One of these days I’ll have to stop being so messy.” She tsks setting a freshly baked pie on the counter the golden brown crust steaming with the most heavenly scent promising for a delicious dessert.

“Kendrick, come clean this flo...

“Gosh, I have to stop getting blood all over these hardwood floors.”

Jonathon looked skeptically at his sister, ceaselessly scrubbing the kitchen floors all the while. She says this every week but still, she can’t rid herself of this terrible habit. There is a finesse to choosing the right vessel, and Sarah has never honed the skill that the rest of their family has. The last body they had to bur...

Huo Linghun didn't prefer getting rained on. Xiao Xin didn't mind at all. So Huo Linghun stayed in their little bamboo house one rainy day and Xiao Xin stayed outside in their little bamboo clearing.

Later on, a while after the rain had stopped, Huo Linghun heard the door open, followed by the sound of footsteps walking over the bamboo floor. "I hope you dried off a bit," Huo Linghun said as he ...

There’s a real difference in “normal,” isn’t there? When someone says they want it, and when I say I simply wish I could be it. For most people, wanting normal means free from the constant burdens in life, or maybe just having a simple, happy life. It means not just surviving, but living. But to me, those who say they want normal are already living it. The way I see “normal” in people is different...

Wilma had her lycanthropy under control. Really, she did!

At least, being a woman, having to take sick time off for “that part of the month” and complaining about blood stains didn’t attract side-eye. The “flakiness” didn’t do her career any favours, of course, but what could you do?

Though the “morning after” experience was far closer to being hung over. Waking up in a random part of the house,...

The day started like any other, believe it or not. The air crisp, leaves falling, the faint smell of apples and rain. Some people may read this story and paint me as the villain, I have the towns best interest in mind, I protect people. Let me take you to the beginning.

“Hi there Ms. Nancy, I’ll take a bundle of apples, honey crisp please” I smiled at the old lady as she handed me a basket. “Here...

I’ll have to stop dripping blood on these lovely oak floorboards.

Not mine, mind you. I’m fine. Mostly. It’s him who isn’t.

The pool spreads out from under his shoulder, creeping towards the skirting boards. The oak drinks it greedily, darkening, staining. I told him it would end this way if he kept pushing. He laughed, like they all do, certain I was bluffing. People never imagine you’ll actual...

**_8 pm:

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Candice grabs the masks out of the closet. Some of them stained with fake blood, and some stained with real blood. She hears soft steps padding over on the hardwood floor. It’s Charlotte.

“Ay, Candice, we’ve sold 1,635 tickets so far!”, Char exclaimed before jumping on the counter, sitting comfortably on it before continuing, “Your idea of making a Horror Carnaval was **_the best!_**...

“Gosh, I have to stop getting blood all over these hardwood floors,” the man said. His stare felt never ending and his arms appeared to pale to hold in any blood.

My eyes where drawn down to the corps of Blake. I didn’t know the man personally but he was a grocery store owner. The one across from the Dairy Queen. The one where I was meeting up with Mason at tonight.

I stepped backward into the...

“Gosh, I have to stop getting blood all over these hardwood floors,” I thought to myself, noticing a small trail of blood trickling from the Hefty bag full of Sharon that I was pulling across my house. When I reached the door, slippery with sweat, I scanned the dawn to make sure no one was in view. I quickly jotted down a note reminding myself to bleach the floors later, and then I carried Sharon ...