Sweet Revenge - A Halloween Challenge

It's Time!

A   Blue Moon  on
Halloween
What could be better?

 October 31, 2020, at 12:49 AM.

Are you ready?

To help inspire you, 

Here is the last installment of 
Blood Moon.
It's title

Sweet Revenge

Enjoy!

If you missed the first three excerpts just click the link:
Romance & Death
Hunted
Masked

Photo by Arisa Chattasa on Unsplash

Sweet Revenge

         It took me several years to learn the secret of the mountain. Each anniversary of my death, I would get to relive the horror of that night. It took a while, but I learned that if I quit fighting the forest, I could separate myself from the event. 
          The next time Kyle brought his fun to the mountain on a Halloween, I was ready. 
           Do you see him? His bones are bleaching in the sun. He came back to me, and revenge was ever so sweet.

         The young girl he brought with him was led safely to the main road by the forest. Help came for her in the form of a couple returning home from a Halloween party. She is safe and now sharing her tale of horror with the authorities. Soon they'll be searching the woods for Kyle and his victims. They'll find most of them, and they'll find me, but Kyle is here to stay. He's mine—a plaything to help me while away the years.

           I tortured, killed, and thoroughly relished his screams. I told you revenge is sweet, and the music of it even sweeter!

         The forest, my new friend, cooperated fully. The brambles stripped him of his clothes, and using their sharp thorns, they ripped the skin from his body. His howls were a melody like no other. All the animals joined in, and I danced to the macabre tune.

         Tree roots pulled his limbs from his body, slowly, but deliberately. His shrieks were a crescendo that I still hear echoing in the loneliest hours of the night.

         Rocks and boulders covered him. Using their weight, they crushed the life out of him, slowly. His last breath was like a caress, sweet, warm—orgasmic. Heavenly.

         Before he died, I plucked his eye out and stuffed it down his throat. I left him one eye, so he could watch me dance on his grave. I did to him all that he did to me and more. The pain he experienced, the terror he felt, is like having life returned. The memory of it I relive each night. I dance in the moonlight and relish the peace of the wind in the trees. 
          My trees—my mountain—my home!

         Beware, dear friend, for if you visit my new abode with evil in mind, we'll be waiting. The forest and I have honed our skills.

The end 

or is it?

Are you ready for the challenge now?

Read the other installments of Blood Moon here

Romance & Death

Hunted

Masked

Sweet Revenge

Have I enticed you?

Is your writing muse tingling?

Then join the WEP in October for

the Halloween Challenge!

A Grave Mistake, you ask?

Well, what in the hell is that?

Well, dear friend

It’s the next WEP task.

And believe me

there’s many away

Where errors take sway

Where ghosts and ghoulies will play

and many unorthodox ideas

 rue the day.

So, get out your pens and pads.

We’ve given you

A dare for your best scare

Because Halloween is for all

And who knows?

You may take

first prize for your Grave Mistake!

Write...Edit...Publish

Masked - A Halloween Challenge

It's Time!

A beautiful  Blue Moon  on
Halloween!
 October 31, 2020, at 12:49 AM.

Are you ready?

To help inspire you, 

Here is the third installment of Blood Moon.
It's title

Masked 

Enjoy!

If you missed the first two excerpts just click the link:
Romance & Death
Hunted

Photo by Luke Southern on Unsplash

Masked 

The monster that took me wore his mask well. His deep blue eyes sparkled when he laughed. His smile was captivating and felt sincere. The dimple on his right cheek was so endearing; I even saw it on the child I imagined we'd someday have. And his physique—swoon-worthy. When he held me in his arms, I felt safe. I trusted his strength to protect me, and I imagined our lovemaking would be indescribable.

          Remember, we'd only dated a few times. Tonight was going to be the night. It was already planned, but that was before I knew I'd be fighting the devil for my life.

          And I did fight. A lot of good it did me. He won. In the end, don't they always. After all, a successful serial killer plans his task well. His victim—she never has a chance.

          But I tried, and I did leave my mark. You can still see it today, but I'm sure all the girls tell him his jagged scar just makes him look more rugged. His blood and skin under my nails would never do me any good though because I never told a soul about Kyle. I never told anyone where we were going. No one even knew I was missing until a week had passed. It wasn't until months later that a tourist found my camera near the road and gave it to the police. My prize-winning picture of the Blood Moon was identified as mine because of the selfie I took. It was my last photograph and the one my parents value most. Even now, I kick myself for not taking it with Kyle, but he was camera shy. Of course he was—the bastard!

          It was a full two years later that a hunter discovered my skull and a few gnawed bones. Dental records finally identified me.

          Kyle is still at it, and if he comes back to his cabin in the woods, I'll be waiting. I'll be ready because now I've won the forest to my side and his time has come.

To be continued…

Join me next week when

I’ll publish the final installment of 
Blood Moon! 
Titled

Sweet Revenge

Have I enticed you?

Is your writing muse tingling?

Then join the WEP in October for

the Halloween Challenge!

A Grave Mistake, you ask?

Well, what in the hell is that?

Well, dear friend

It’s the next WEP task.

And believe me

there’s many away

Where errors take sway

Where ghosts and ghoulies will play

and many unorthodox ideas

 rue the day.

So, get out your pens and pads.

We’ve given you

A dare for your best scare

Because Halloween is for all

And who knows?

You may take

first prize for your Grave Mistake!

Write...Edit...Publish

Hunted - A Halloween Challenge

It's Time!

A Blue Moon will occur on
Halloween!
 October 31, 2020, at 12:49 AM.

Are you ready?

To help inspire you, 

Here is the second installment of my short story
Blood Moon.
It's title

Hunted

Enjoy!

If you missed the first installment 
just click HERE!

Photo by Vladimir Agafonkin on Unsplash

Hunted

I knew you'd be back. No one wants to miss out on the details of my death. After all, it's almost time for Halloween. And the gorier, the better, isn't that it? That's fine. I understand. Because this couldn't possibly happen to you. You'd have been smarter, more aware, less trusting. Yeah, I'll bet.

     So okay, you're curious. You want to know how a girl like me ended up on a mountain top surrounded by nothing but the darkness and trees. Thousands of silent trees, watching and waiting. They knew where the demon hunting me was located, but they refused to tell me. I could hear them whispering, laughing, even making bets on how and when he would catch me.

     Evil. The night was filled with it. I'm just not sure if he brought the malevolence or if it already existed, and he just learned how to harness it, but it's my goal to find out. I have the time…all the time in the world!

     But back to the hunt. Naked and with my hands still tied behind my back, he unchained me from his bed. His laughter reverberated as he calmly stood there sharpening his knife.

     "Run," he said. "See how far you get before I find you and demonstrate just how loving I can be." He licked the length of his knife and smiled. "Go. I always give them one last chance." Then he turned away, and I took off.

     I ran straight into the darkness and was enveloped into a pit of horror. The brambles tore at my skin, ripped tiny holes that seeped with blood and burned like fire. Even the ground betrayed me. The dead leaves and brittle branches crunched and snapped, breaking the silence and gave away my location. But the worst was the tiny stones that tore holes in the bottoms of my soft feet and left bloody footprints my pursuer could smell. Because obviously, the monster caught me. Of course, he was familiar with the area, but with the help of the forest, how could he fail? The creep grew up here. The bastard had honed his murderous craft in these woods.

     My monster loved the hunt, relished the capture, but he cherished the kill.

To be continued…

Join me next week when

I’ll publish the third installment of Blood Moon!

Titled

Masked

Have I enticed you?

Is your writing muse tingling?

Then join the WEP in October for

the Halloween Challenge!

A Grave Mistake, you ask?

Well, what in the hell is that?

Well, dear friend

It’s the next WEP task.

And believe me

there’s many away

Where errors take sway

Where ghosts and ghoulies will play

and many unorthodox ideas

 rue the day.

So, get out your pens and pads.

We’ve given you

A dare for your best scare

Because Halloween is for all

And who knows?

You may take

first prize for your Grave Mistake!

Write...Edit...Publish

Romance & Death - A Halloween Challenge

It's Time!

This year there will be a Blue Moon on

 October 31, 2020, at 12:49 AM.

How cool is that?

Halloween night will be even more special because of it!

Are you ready for all the flash fiction challenges?

To help inspire you, 

I’ve written a short called Blood Moon.
This is the first installment titled
Romance & Death

Enjoy!

Photo by Altınay Dinç on Unsplash

Romance & Death

I loved a full moon, but it always felt as though I were in the wrong place to get the best picture. No matter what I tried, they all lacked the wow factor. So I traveled to the mountains—a place where there would be no inference from the city lights. Just an open sky, hopefully, filled with that lovely, mysterious moon.

        Do you see that picture? It’s mine. I took it that night. Too bad it’s the only thing that my family has to remember me by. An award-winning photograph found in the camera I left behind when he took my life.

        Heed my warning friends. Don’t trust a stranger. Especially one you’ve only dated a few times. A sweet talker who promises you the moon but only delivers death. He told me his cabin in the woods had the perfect view of the sky. What he forgot to inform me of was that it was also a place for torture and death.

          Romance and death, good bedfellows? Nothing of the kind. Date night in the mountains was where I met my end a walk on the side of evil.

        Believe me, the perfect picture isn’t worth your life.

To be continued…

Join me next Monday when

I’ll publish the second installment of 
Blood Moon!

Have I enticed you?

Is your writing muse tingling?

Then join the WEP in October for

the Halloween Challenge!

A Grave Mistake, you ask?

Well, what in the hell is that?

Well, dear friend

It’s the next WEP task.

And believe me

there’s many away

Where errors take sway

Where ghosts and ghoulies will play

and many unorthodox ideas

 rue the day.

So, get out your pens and pads.

We’ve given you

A dare for your best scare

Because Halloween is for all

And who knows?

You may take

first prize for your Grave Mistake!

Write...Edit...Publish

It's too early you say?
I don't agree, not today.
We all need a distraction.
And when it's time to take action.
for this special challenge.
You begin early.
Because if you lose out
you'll surely be surly.