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@wondrous-stephanie.bsky.socialOct 14, 2026, 8:12 PM

Drop me your micro horror story contribution 👻
I’m collecting responses across all my platforms for the next week, then I’ll use some or all of them in a micro horror story and post it before Halloween.
#MicroHorror #HalloweenWriting #WritingPrompt #HorrorWriter #WondrousLegends

@darkholmepub.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 4:31 PM

The best thing about a single image?
👁️ No two writers ever tell the same story.
✍️ That's exactly what makes this competition so much fun every month.
📖 Three stories are chosen for publication.
🖋️ Link in bio.

#WritingCommunity #Microhorror #Horror

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@newgirldark.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 10:55 PM

🩸 Psychological Horror

I heard footsteps in the hallway.
I lived alone.
The footsteps stopped
when I stopped breathing.

#PsychologicalHorror #MicroHorror #HorrorWriting #DarkPoetry #WritingCommunity

@newgirldark.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 10:43 PM

She found a photograph beneath her bed.
In it, she was asleep.
She picked it up with trembling hands.
Then she noticed something worse:
The photograph had been taken from beneath her bed.
#MicroHorror

@darkholmepub.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 4:30 PM

The best thing about a single image?
👁️ No two writers ever tell the same story.
✍️ That's exactly what makes this competition so much fun every month.
📖 Three stories are chosen for publication.
🖋️ Link in bio.

#WritingCommunity #Microhorror #Horror

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@colmawilliams.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 7:35 AM

@madp03t.bsky.social
#poetryprompt #poem #irishpoetry #horrorpoetry #microhorror #creepypoem

Title: My Throat

The first knock woke me up
Was that a dream?
I couldn't tell

The second knock startled me
Is it in the house?
My head was throbbing

A third knock, too loud
Why?
I stumbled to the door

I didn't want to.

Did I see movement?

I risked a hello
My words caught
In my throat

My throat

I froze a moment
Something dropped
Off the knocker 

It was blood.
Am I bleeding?