Recently in the HorrorAddicts.net Facebook Group, we asked people to come up with a 100 word story for the pictures below. The original idea was to put up the best stories that were submitted for each picture but for the second picture I liked each story so much I just decided to include them all. If you have a 100 word story for one of the pictures below please share it in the comments:
About this picture Murdo writes: “With Halloween coming up I thought you might like to see this image. A couple of years back my son created this stack of carved pumpkins. I processed the image to make it more Halloweeny.”
Little Johnny loved everything about Halloween. The only other thing he loved as much was rooting for the Indians when he watched old western movies, dreaming of living in a teepee and smoking a peace pipe with the chief.
When Halloween came around, Johnny looked at all the carved pumpkins on his neighbor’s doorsteps and decided there was something he just had to do. He waited until late, after trick or treating, when everyone had gone to bed, then sneaked out of his room. He closed the front door quietly as he went outside into the peaceful darkness of spent Halloween night.
He collected the best of the carved pumpkins that hadn’t been destroyed by careless footsteps and stacked them to make his very own totem pole. Johnny danced around his pumpkin totem pole like he had seen Indians do on television until he became tired. Then he crept back inside and slipped back into bed, unknowing of the magic he had performed.
The spirit of the pumpkin gods awakened…
Jaq D Hawkins
About this picture Murdo writes: “I captured an image of a rather eerie looking sky this weekend. It has a certain Halloween feel to it. I’m sending you a couple of versions. If you want to use it for any of your projects you are certainly welcome to do so. Also, I can process this in different ways to achieve a range of effects.”
In a dark clearing, wearing purple robes before a flickering fire, they summoned him, obscenely ignorant of the greatness they invited. He spread throughout the word, vast and diffuse. Even the humans who called saw only the natural world, and did not know to cower. Clouds formed the vertebrae of his spine. Bare trees stretched and creaked in imitation of his tendons. His powers came as acts of god, though he hadn’t been called such in eons.
They could not comprehend all he encompassed and know his nature; a pity, because he knew theirs.
I called them dusts because we didn’t know exactly what they were or where they had come from. That’s the name I chose to give to the powdery gray substance that filled the air whenever there was anything more than a stiff breeze. The dusts brought with them death, death to everything, the no-wings included. They had died in droves however, from a sickness that seemed to target them specifically, while many of us had survived initially. The coming of the dusts had killed other things too, my kind included, but we didn’t die as quickly.
The spirit floated on the solar wind, directing its energy towards the inhabited planet. It touched the atmosphere, creating ripples in the cloud cover that diffused the light of the shining Moon, the spirit’s origin.
The night found many humans sleeping, yet others moved among the darkened streets, either grateful or thwarted by the illumination of the Moon’s full face. The spirit listened to the thoughts of these night dwellers and despaired for the message of love it had brought, reading in the hearts of men intentions to gain by the misfortune of others of their kind.
Then one couple, radiating with thoughts of love commanded the spirit’s attention and hope was regained.
It is for you, the spirit whispered through the wind, that I will bring magic to your species. Thus did the spirit endow the loving couple with power, blessing the inhabited planet with the first magicians.
Jaq D. Hawkins
About this picture Murdo writes: “I thought you might like this image. It is actually the daytime sky reflected off a dark portion of a lake but it reminds me of outer space and galaxies. If you have a use for it go ahead. ”
Clayton stretched and stood up, walking over to his window. He glanced at the courtyard below, illuminated by the moon’s silvery light. The blond Renegade leaned up against the windowsill and stared up at the moon, aglow in the night. This was the particular image that was the trigger. There was often a trigger. It had set off his precognitive abilities. There was something about that full moon that had let him know he had to be ready. Things were going to start happening very soon.
“Soon,” he whispered, breathing in deeply.