“This is the place,” Alara proclaimed. Raias looked around the cave and wrinkled her brow in disgust. “How come people in distress can’t find cleaner places to hold up in? This cave is filthy.” “It’s not like He chose where this would happen.” A psychic scream echoed through everyone’s mind. Jacard remained unconscious. “There he ...

Elef ran in on all fours. Hightower and Daniel huddled under an overhang recessed in the mountainside. The snow flurries are much less here, and the wind not as harsh. Hightower, still in wolf form, spoke to Elef. “Where is Jacard?” “What? He is not here. We got separated. I hoped he had made it ...

“Hey, Jacard, we’re heading for a run up into Canada, want to join us?” Elef removed his clothing. “I don’t want to ruin yet another set of clothing when I change. My Ma is upset that I tore through three shorts this month.” “I do not have a spirit form? How can I keep up?” ...

Part Six As soon as Stuart walks in the front door, he heads straight into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of ginger ale. His stomach makes all kinds of noises and full to the rim. He slowly strolls upstairs, and on the way to his bedroom, he knocks on his mother’s door to ...

Kelgen stood amidst a dying forest, barren in the coming autumn, and looked up. Jethus hung by his neck from the branch of a large oak. The rope that strangled his throat had been pinned down by a stake at one end then tossed over the branch, where he was then forced from this life ...

Adrift in the cold empty of space, white dots twinkling amidst the black, a ship floated as a carcass would down river. Its single passenger inside shivered in the growing chill, a blanket wrapped about her person. She gazed through the front shield as her teeth chattered. Pain soaked in her veins, and even the ...

Part Five Stuart grabs his navy blue suitcase out of the hallway closet and places it on his bed. He slowly walks to his dresser as he mumbles under his breath what he should pack. Three pairs of boxers, socks, and tank-tops go on the left side of his suitcase. I wonder what the weather ...

“Will it hurt?”    The question posed was not an uncommon one for the surgeon. But as he looked into the boy’s bright blue eyes, eyes on the verge of tears, eyes that could not disguise the horror that he felt, a catch formed in the surgeon’s throat, and he had to look away as ...

The writing bug has not only bit me, but it’s practically swallowed me whole! Lately, I’ve been typing away all day long—sometimes until 8:00 pm. I decided to create a list of creepy writing prompts to help others that may be in search of a few ideas. Also, I’ve included my previous list of eerie ...