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31 Days of Writetober

Updated: Nov 2, 2021

Day 1 Cascade

I’m mesmerized by the cascade. The rushing water is constant, holding me in its grip. Wind rushes past my face, through my hair. I try to inhale but my lungs are frozen. At the peak of the summit, he grows smaller, watching me fall from where he’s pushed me.


Day 2 Beast

He shines his flashlight into the black night, searching for the source of the noise. The scratching comes again, this time closer. He swings the beam of light around, desperate to identify the beast. He sweats as panic sets in. Two red eyes are hidden in the trees, watching, waiting.


Day 3 Deformed

She lost control of her bladder as horror held her in its unrelenting grip. She wanted to run, to scream, but had lost command of her body. She stood frozen as the swarm of deformed cats with extra limbs and red eyes limped their way towards her, growling their fury.


Day 4 Erupt

My hands shake with the weight of the gun. I clench the cold metal in my sweaty palm. Life or death? My choice is made when I squeeze the trigger. His head erupts into chunks of meat, spraying the wall with flesh and blood. I exhale. We’re safe now.


Day 5 Groom

An eager groom, he nearly salivated at the thought of his wedding night. He was going to do things to her. Things she couldn’t even imagine. She thought she was getting Prince Charming, but she was in for a rude awakening. He couldn’t wait to spill her blood.


Day 6 Barbed Wire

With the wind in her hair, she smiled, letting the feeling of being alive engulf her. She leaned into the curve as the motorcycle zoomed around the mountain. When she hit the barbed wire that was strung across the road, she watched her body continue on without her.


Day 7 Panorama

He stands on the rooftop, staring at the panorama of the city below. At night, the glowing lights are beautiful, even in an ugly moment.

“Please don’t do this,” I beg.

“I have to,” he says, creeping closer to the ledge. There’s no stopping him as he throws my phone.


Day 8 Thorn

Running as fast as she could, she headed straight into the forest. Desperate to get away from him, she hadn't even stopped to put shoes on. She was panting now with a stitch in her side, but couldn't stop. Then she stepped on the thorn.


Day 9 Whisper

We hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Trembling, I pull my son into our secret hiding place.

“Don’t make a sound,” I whisper.

Frozen with fear, we hold each other, waiting for what’s next.

“I know you’re in there,” the intruder says.

I hold my breath as he comes closer.


Day 10 Crimson

I stood over the sink scrubbing my hands. I lather them with soap, rubbing them until my skin is raw. But no matter how hard I try, no matter how clean they appear, the crimson stains stay. My eyes can’t unsee what I’ve done.


Day 11 Golden

I shiver as I walk, hunched over, trying desperately to keep warm. It’s hard to see in the night. The horizon is nothing but a sheet of black. Then I see a golden light. I hear an air horn. The semi slows but doesn’t stop. It heads straight for me.


Day 12 Shutter

Desperate for escape, he ran for the front door. It was locked. He fumbled through the dark until he reached the window. It wouldn’t open. He felt around until he found something to break the glass. He breathed, thinking he was free. Then he realized the shutters were nailed shut.


Day 13 Visit

Exploring the wilderness was one of her favorite pastimes. She’d never gone during hunting season before. She was in awe of the beauty. A shot rang out. Her visit to the forest turned into a permanent stay as the shotgun blast that was meant for a deer, hit her.


Day 14 Cackle

“You can’t do this!” I cry. I feel my sanity slip as pain rips through me. The group surrounding me cackles, amused by my agony. An old woman cuts another chunk of meat from my leg and holds it over the fire. I sob, smelling my flesh cooking.


Day 15 Dial

It’s dark out but I can still see the snow falling through the window. I shiver as the white flakes drift silently down. The dial on the thermostat isn’t working. There’s no electricity and no generator. The snow storm is only going to intensify through the night and I’m trapped.


Day 16 Thunder

“Please,” I beg. “I have a family!” Thunder rumbles overhead.

“You should’ve thought about that!” He cries.

I pull at the chain that’s holding me to the lighting rod.

“I’ll be back in the morning. Relax. The storm might not even hit.”

He walks away, leaving me at death’s door.


Day 17 Frost

The colder weather was an advantage. He noted the layer of frost covering the grass in the yard. It hid details that would otherwise be seen. It gave him time. The blood in the grass was invisible. When the rain came in the morning, it would be washed away completely.


Day 18 Deranged

They’re watching me. They’re pretending to ignore me but I know the truth. I’m not deranged. They have cameras and spies everywhere. I’m so thankful I stopped taking those pills. They’re the crazy ones thinking those things do any good. I’m finally free to see the truth.


Day 19 Bite

She stood frozen. Her eyes locked with his. He was snarling, drooling, hackles raised but hadn’t moved yet. She knew she couldn’t outrun him. If he wanted to bite, he would. She didn’t know if he was rabid but from the look in his eyes, she had a good guess.


Day 20 Legacy

He wanted to protest against this so-called legacy his father was leaving him. It was insane. Absolutely psychotic. And yet, a small part of him relished the idea of the thrill. His father was a serial killer. He’d never been caught. Now, he was going to teach him everything.


Day 21 Carriage

She’d laid the baby down in his carriage, ready to go for their walk. On the front step, she realized she didn’t have her phone. She kissed his forehead before running back inside. The ten-seconds she was gone changed her life forever. When she got back he was gone.


Day 22 Tumultuous

“We have a few questions for you about Alex. You were having an affair?”

“Our relationship was tumultuous. On again, off again, if you know what I mean. I’m not sure how much I can really tell you.”

“You were the last person to see her alive. Let’s start there."


Day 23 Haunted

“I can’t go back there, you know that.”

“There are no other options. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? No. I think you wanted this all along.”

“Look, I know you’re haunted by what happened, but that was a long time ago.”

“Not long enough for me to go back.”


Day 24 Celebrate

She couldn’t believe she was finally free of him. She wanted to celebrate, to yell from the rooftops how happy and relieved she felt now that her abusive husband was behind bars. If she wasn’t in a hospital bed, she thought she would do just that. Then he walked in.


Day 25 Demon

Staring at the wall, talking in tongues, it was as if a demon had possessed him.

“You’re scaring me, Mike!” she cried.

Frozen in his own world, he didn’t respond to her pleas. Until she tried to leave. Then, he was on her, binding her with rope. She was his.


Day 26 Victim

The car rolled three times before coming to an abrupt stop against a tree. Smoke was billowing from the engine. Shattered glass was everywhere. It was totaled beyond recognition. At the top of the cliff, he watched the victim trying to crawl out. He couldn’t believe she survived his sabotage.


Day 27 Shatter

They’d been waiting on pins and needles for the eruption. The blast came without warning. It was like a bomb went off. Buildings were falling, glass shattered, smoke was everywhere. Ash billowed from the top of the volcano, along with the lava that would destroy anything in its path.


Day 28 Witch

When the lights went out, she knew something was wrong. It was too quiet. Relentless pounding came at the door, so hard she thought the wood might crack. She cowered in her room, terrified. The banging stopped. Slowly, she checked the door. A little witch was there. “Happy Halloween!”


Day 29 Recover

How does the world recover from something like this? There’s no cure. How can they come up with one, when everyone’s dead? I never thought I’d live to see the zombie apocalypse. But here I am. My old life doesn’t matter. Now, I’m just trying to not get eaten alive.


Day 30 Fragile

“I’m sorry, no visitors today,” the nurse said.

“What do you mean? She’s my sister.”

“She had a breakdown last night. Her mind is too fragile right now.”

“She has a breakdown all the time! It’s never made a difference.”

“She…kept saying she wanted to kill you.”


Day 31 Twisted

I rush through the halls, searching for the door. There’s so many, but none set me free. This twisted house has no exit. Each room I enter leads to a new hallway with more doors. It goes on forever in an endless maze. I’m trapped in my tomb.

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