Challenge Yourself – 5 Sentence Short by Peter Joyce


It started as a button that showed I was a boy
At thirteen it is hairy and I use it as a toy

21 now and coming into season
I use it now for a particular reason

30 and I should know better
I do know how to get girls wetter

I’m 50 now and no longer a lout
I get the odd reminder he is about

Idling into 70 now and all I can see is my belly
I don’t care coz I am watching the telly.


Original written work by Peter Joyce aka @cheshirevenom


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Gruedo by Richard Bell


“Tonight, we have unmasked a dire and pernicious killer with a penchant for ze brutality…” chimed Hercule Poirot, in his clipped Belgian drawl, tweaking his moustache. His ‘little grey matter’ was being used as a razor to slice open this can of worms and watch them spill onto the beautiful chequered floor of the  Asylum.
“Penchant for brutality…what an ass hat” snickered Crash, forcing Ann to spit her coffee half way across the room.
“What’s your theory, you half-baked Columbo?” growled Gillian, her Quintessential truthful perception eyeing everyone with suspicion.
“Madame, I am Belgian…like ze waffle and ze chocolates!”
“And ze ass hat” muttered Crash, forcing Ann to spit a second mouthful of coffee across the room.
“No more Crash, I need my coffee” smiled Ann as Phoebe poured her a refill from the silver coffee pot that was engraved with the Dungeion Master’s blood.
“Thanks Phoebe! That’s one Firestone that always has a rich blend percolating, both in the pot and on the page.
“More coffee this way, please Phoebe” called Matt and Deno.
“Ooh please!” added Kim, Alicia, Spencer, Fay, Peter and Tina.”
“Let me tell you what I have uncovered tonight and we will see that my deduction is perfectly aligned with ze truth…” Hercule crowed proudly.
“Don’t know about Belgian waffle more like twatwaffle!” smiled Ann and Crash spat a full mouthful of coffee right onto Poirot’s highly polished black shoes.
“Well, Monsieur Prystauk, I got zees shoes from Voorhees & Myers of Hackenslash. Very expensive. Zey cost an arm and a leg!” Poirot cracked a smile hoping to be joined by the assembled horror squad but instead tumbleweed rolled across the room and out through the front door.
“Ok Hercule, go ahead and tell us who the murderer is and we can deal with them horrific style” said Gillian with a stern tone that betrayed no sign of trepidation.
“Well, you see that in each room there has been an assault but only one room has there been a murder. Candlesticks, rope, poison, axe, knife…all valiant attempts but not succeeding in a kill. No, I fear it all boils down to this clue…what’s in the box?”
Everyone present in the room cheered in unison,
Poirot flipped the latches on the side and reached in, slowly raising the unseen object behind the lid with a foul grin.
“You see the murderer is right under our noses, in fact right in front of us…well…YOU…”
“Bloody murder in here tonight, folks” joked Christy, tongue firmly in cheek.
Poirot raised the machine gun and sprayed the assembled horror squad with hot lead, sending them flying back into a giant pile of twitching, super talented bodies.
“Hmm…The horror squad in the dining room with the machine gun by none other than…The Dungeon Master!”
Richard ripped off the Poirot mask and threw the gun onto the floor.
“You may have suspected the Keeper but you never suspected…”
The Dungeon Master grabbed the skin under his chin and lifted slowly…
“Emilie. And I’m French not Belgian, ass hats!”


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Challenge Yourself- Healing Verse II


Because I survive, I heal. This entire song perfection. I rise as a Phoenix does. From the pit of darkest ashes of smoldering pitch, I rise embolden in flames because I AM strength…

My Immortal By Evanescence 2004

I’m so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears. And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave. Your presence still lingers here and it won’t leave me alone these wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just to real there’s just too much that time can not erase. When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears when you scream I’d fight away all your fears I held your hand throughout all of these years, but you still have all of me. You used captivate me by your resonating light, now I’m bound by the life you left behind. Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams your voice it chased away all the sanity in me these wounds won’t seem to heal this pain is just to real, there is just too much that time can not erase.

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Challenge Yourself- Healing Verse I

Broken heart

You would have to know the back story here, I’ll say this. The scene I walked into was utter devastation and instant soul wrenching pain and this song played on repeat in the CD player. It took me years to listen to this again, It has helped me to realize and heal my heart and remember the great things we had and his way of telling me not to let it define me. Yes I still cry at this song, A permanent image burned into my head. Yet I survive.

Courtesy Guns and Roses 1991 Don’t Cry

“Don’t hang your head in sorrow and please don’t cry. I know how you feel inside I’ve been there before. Something is changing inside you and don’t you know. Don’t you cry tonight, I still love you baby. Don’t you cry tonight. Don’t you cry tonight there’s a heaven above you baby, and don’t you cry tonight. Give me a whisper and give me a sigh. Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye, don’t you take it so hard now and please don’t take it so bad. I’ll still be thinking of you and the times we had, baby don’t you cry tonight. Don’t you cry tonight. And Please remember that I never lied and please remember how I felt inside now honey, you gotta make it your own way but you’ll be alright sugar you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

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Challenge Yourself- 2 Sentence Horror Stories


His hair waves delicately in the non-existent breeze as he beckons me. My hands gripping tight to my soul as I refuse to let it go. Sitting on the park bench of crimson hue he turns to me and says “I thought you weren’t ready to go, Oh I’ve missed you so”.

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Possession Challenge- Desolate Decadence

Help me eye

Heavy fog rolling in biting past the suns last glimmer, a deep and eerie shimmer.
As crisp autumn leaves crackle under feet, tis in the forest deep, where she shall roam
longing for her forever home.
Where at last she is set free, lost and forlorn, wandering. Gown of white now stained by moss and unrelenting time
Entering the twisted birch for a patch of trodden earth, to foray her rebirth
As visions creep entangling through her veins, as her final chapter rings.
Reaching, pleading with the strangling mist, beating the air with clenched fists.

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Her of hue no longer there seeped with red and tinged in sin, she calls beckoning him.
Release her there is no reprise from the anguish that boils inside.
One dance was all she stood, as demons grew from her rage taking her by veiled guise.
As she wanders down her abandoned path, insanity mounts her shattered soul twisting her compass from her grasp
A wicked demise as darkness settles before her eyes, all hope has gone as she screams on twisted lunatic binge
ripping at things she imagines there, tearing out the roots of her hair
Spinning, turning, her way obscured with haunted soul

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Spittle flying through the air, scarlet swells falling from her ears and demons scream in their silent ruse, penetrating her mind infused
As she twirls in sweet nocturnal grue reaching for who she was, now forever lost.
Wandering she stills her craze, under the oak reaching out to her, gnarly knotted, dark and drab, it’s here where she shall stay.
Where her place eternal be, where she can silently scream never-resting only babbling.
Hiding within the shadows playing round, hearing men and growling dogs as they come round.
They are looking to slay her demon ways.
Her banshee laugh not keeping them at bay.
As men round the tree and encompass thee, her voice rising with insanity.
As she screams and onlookers watch as the struggle ensues, watching her soul entwine with hell-bound sin
Looking on not one but two fighting inside a turbulent battle, soul against demon in frenzied struggle.
A village man taking claim, for it is her that he will claim. Put this notch up on his mantle, he slays demons winning battles.
As he reaches for his mark, she turns to him in the willowy dark, the voice spoke and he fell to his knees whilst her demonic cry exploded his tender eyes.
Insanity laughing, spoke in tongues as her demon shrills have won.

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Asylum Challenge- Reflections

Straight Jacket

Waking to the blaring of the alarm clock as it shouted its harsh beeps. Reaching over to quiet its obnoxious blat I noticed that the light was on in the bathroom. That’s odd, not recalling leaving it on. Everything was hazy as I prepared to start my day and shed the dew kiss of sleep. First off was coffee. This morning not unlike some, would commence with a board meeting across town and although I had plenty of time, there was always the game of chance when depending on the cab. Coffee was my first priority. Reaching in and switching off the light as I passed the bathroom, down the hall turning into the kitchen I prepared my mug of coffee. The ac unit kicked on at that particular moment, making me giggle as I swore it sounded like someone whispering.

With a half a cup of coffee in me I stepped in the shower, same routine everyday. Even the routine of washing was boring and seemed so robotic. Lathering up to wash my face the clean crisp scent was refreshing. As I let the water trickle down my face, hoping it would take a few years with it I noticed something out the corner of my eye and jumped, my heart quickened as I startled myself. Almost positive that I saw the shadow of a person in the doorway. Grabbing the towel I dried quickly and made a quick look around the apartment. It wouldn’t be easy for someone to get up. to my 33rd floor apartment, secure entrance, doorman, security guard, no way was anyone up here. I went to finish my coffee and refill it as I was going to need it. The feeling that someone behind me did not diminish, yet there was no one there.

Dressing for the day in my gray skirt suit, black heels and sapphire blue silk blouse, grabbed my briefcase and travel mug, I jumped as I felt a cold light brush across the back of my neck. Again no one was there. Having lived here for seven years and was not spooked easily, and had never had any odd experiences before. Attributing it to dreams from last nights slumber. Continuing out the door and turning right and stepping into the elevator. the world began to sway, or seemed to as I looked at the gilded mirror interior of the elevator and saw a woman with black hair standing there, her face a hidden and the nauseous feeling began to take its hold just as the door slid open and Jerry said in his cheery voice ‘good morning”.

Opening my eyes to see Jerry, the security guard standing over me, fanning me for dear life. One would have had to laugh at his exuberant behavior. “Jerry” It came out scratchy and weak as I attempted to speak. He placed his hand behind my head as the EMT’s came through the foyer doors. “Oh Miss. Gwyn, thank God you’ve come to. I was so worried when you passed out dear, bumped your noggin pretty good on the marble! The medics will take good care of you and we’ll see you back real soon.” The EMT’s already had me on the stretcher and where wheeling me out the door before I even registered what Jerry had said. “Wait, wait” I pleaded “Tell the Black haired lady I’m sorry for the scare I don’t know what’s come over me, I have a meeting that I have to be at, I fell that’s it. I’m really okay.” Being wheeled out the front door just barely able to hear Jerry tell the EMT “There wasn’t anyone else in there with her, she has hit her head badly”.

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“Ma’am, you have passed out and hit your head, you are bleeding from your ears we have to take you in, we’re headed to the ER, if everything checks out you can leave.” Steve or so it stated on his name tag, explained this to me in a firm, deep voice. My eyes slowly closed and I lost the world once again.


Upon opening my eyes the first thing that registered was the room, there was no window and from what I could see at first glance, no door. Just what in the hell was going on here, I fell and hit my head, this was not the local hospital or any part of it that I had seen before. the light was dull and left a lot to my imagination. Which just happened to notice someone sitting in the corner, rocking in a chair. The bed I was on was nothing more than mattresses and in my attempt to move I found that I was bound and unable to move a single muscle. What was happening?

Shouting out the person in the rocking chair “Hey, who the hell are you, you need to leave?” No answer came as panic began to overcome me as the dark shadow stood up. A door opened and a nurse came in, a man dressed in blue scrubs with a needle in his hand. A shrill scream came out of my throat as he pierced my left hip and I began to scream again the warmth from the substance in the syringe pushed like wave through me and I began to drool as I spoke.

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I was yelling for him to look, look at that woman with her black hair which seemed to move all on it’s own. She was speaking in some kind of crazy jumble that sounds more like a snake. He refused to look, he always refused to look. She had the face of a devil and she never left me alone. Attempting to reach out for the nurse to turn him around with no luck at all. The nurse, Chris kept talking away, saying thing that made me wonder if he had any brain in his head at all. “You need to have some kind of answer here, Gwyn. I don’t know how much longer they will allow me to take care of you. I wish you would speak to me.” Yet he was never able to explain the bruises that appeared or the scratches only that I had hurt myself again. How can I do that I’m restrained.

“What is going on in here Chris?” A woman in a doctors coat began to inquire of the nurse. “She was screaming something about a woman with black hair and shouting vulgarities, I thought that she was going to break her ankle restraints this time.” He walked to the far end of the room, which was empty and returned to the door and conversed with the doctor some more.

My eyes were open and all I was able to see was the black-haired woman walking towards me. I began to scream and thrash. This woman was hideous and scared the piss out of me which left my gown soaked as she continued her way forward. “Doctor, she is having some kind of neural response, look at the monitor, and she has wet herself.” Nurse Chris sounded concerned. “Chris, the patient hasn’t shown any response to stimuli in 6 weeks, she has just laid there and drooled with the occasional screams. There may be something going on in her brain, but we sure can’t know what that is.” The doctor moved in close, in my mind the terrifying woman was leaning in. Lashing out, my teeth clenched and penetrated deep into the skin of her throat, a thick guttural growl escaped between my teeth now showered in blood from the doctors throat.

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The black-haired woman dissipated as she oozed dark stenchy goo from her throat. I saw the doctor and screamed “No, No, No.” Chris came along with several other nurses and doctor. The lady doctor was taken away. I looked at Chris and uttered “Why couldn’t you ever listen to me, I told you about the black-haired fiend?” He began to cry as he responded “Now you animate, you may have killed her and now you speak.”

Fully aware of my surroundings, as the ac unit kicked and I was well aware of that whisper it was in the corner of the room and she was coming back for me once again.

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Invisible David by Richard Bell

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She played with her dolls in yard with the pentagram wind chimes that lay in the soil by the pond
From under the stink of the film stuck upon it a voice whispered to her in lullaby tones
“I am invisible David, can I be your friend and can we play inside of your home?”
Her Mum and her Dad and her brother walked onto the porch unaware they were walking on bones.
The sold sign removed and the fix up it started in earnest their dream home filled all of their days
And into the crawl space behind the dark attic was somewhere that David could take her to play.
He showed the bad place she took them so she could cut from them the pieces the demons desired
Their flesh stripped to pink bones and gnawed by the creatures who fed on hysteria horror had sired
“I am invisible David will you stay awake when your family are all sound asleep?”
With him at her shoulder she climbed from her bed and down to the kitchen she’d quietly creep
She drew from the knife block a blade that shone bright with a glimpse she could finally see David’s face
“They want you to kill them they crave it” the cold words were once warm but here an abysmal disgrace
A slow tip toe menace began up the stairs as a girl and her demon muse stalked the bare boards
With one eye in terror her brother in half-light saw two evil grinning heads curve round the door
“Carve him as you carve the pumpkin at Halloween then leave me for sleep” hissed David in glee
The deed done she slumbered as David the monster dragged entrails and bones to the porch then beneath
And hour after hour David called her to finish her family then fly back to dreams
But sunlight bring memories flooding her mind’s eye as room by room carnage rung out with screams
The sirens the doctors and CSI spectres tore the place up for the horror of grim revelations
She sat in the back of the car in a jacket with wrap around arms kept in shamed isolation
“I am invisible David I thank you for bringing my dark soul to life with a wish”
Then out of her head in an instant the same way the voices inside came now callously ditched
The hospital report said she was a psychopath that switching from child to a monster with ease
But she knew the truth it was under the water and inside the porch for a new friend to meet
“I am invisible David I’m waiting for innocence unnoticed and left by their kin”
“Or am I the urge that the hunters left with us to stalk it and kill it and take off its skin”


Original written Horror fiction by Richard Bell.

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Clown Challenge- Under The Canopy By Phoenix Fiery

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What the hell time is it anyway? Lifting my head slightly from the pillow to look at the alarm clock, its soft blue glow reading 3:33am. Why am I awake now I thought, sitting up in the bed. Shadows cast from the faint glow of the clock making the reflections in the mirror opposite the end of the bed, look very haunting. The terrible feeling that I was being watched made the hair on my neck stand straight up. Glancing around slightly giggling. “I am being watched” I whispered to the room, glancing at the clown masks hanging on my walls. Currently only a dark blurs upon my walls. Giggling once again I laid back down and snuggled close to my pillow.

I hadn’t been laying on my side for 30 seconds when I caught an ever so slight movement from the corner of my eye. My heart began to pound inside my chest as I realized that there is someone in my room with me. I laid there, heart racing, trying to keep my breath steady and not scream. My head was swirling, who was in my bedroom and what do they want. Unable to see the clock wondering how much time had passed. It’s possible that this person was a figment of my imagination after all.  They hadn’t moved again and surely 5 minutes had passed by.

Pretending to relax I rolled to my other side, now facing away from the figment that my mind imagined. The dark has never been anything that I have ever felt terrified of, on the contrary it has always been a safe place for me, to hide away. Just then a rustling of movement from the back corner of the room caught my eye. Sliding my hand under my mattress oh so cautiously as to not rouse my visitor suspicions, I felt at ease as soon as I had the hard, coldness in my hand.

On high alert that my back was turned to this intruder, I slowly began turn onto my back. Not a great position to be in either, wrapped in a swaddling of sheets and blankets, with no hope for a quick escape. Shifting ever so gently the cold hard handle into my right hand, I was now on my back. With eyes only slatted I was able to see enough of the form that had come to invade my home and a very faint glint of something in his hand. Without so much as a second passing he was sitting on the end of my bed. Did he just sigh?

Opening my eyes now that his back was to me, able to see the top of his head, it was bald, There were long tufts that hung over the sides of his head and down his shoulders and he had a large collar wrapping around his neck. Without thinking I moved my leg under the covers and the movement gained my intruders attention. He was caught off guard as was I, when in a split moment, he was right on top of me, his hand on my left collar-bone. His face pressed against mine, unable to utter a word as his eyes entranced me, they had just the faintest glow of green.

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“Why did you wake, sorry to have scared you. You have never woken up before.”. His breathe smelled of peanuts and popcorn as he uttered his words. Panic began to take over as my mind no longer was able to comprehend. Slowly bringing up my hand, holding the dagger, sharp and sleek, one made for moments such as this. The strength at which he pushed against me almost took my breath. His eyes growing ever brighter as his hand grasped my face as he drew me near. “I’ve watched you every night, every day, for years I’ve just watched. Only at night I am able to manifest and I am here now. With a gift, just for you. See you had me hanging there for all the years, I’ve watched your every move perched up there and It’s now time I say…”

His face couldn’t have gotten any closer unless he was going to meld into my skin. His hand grasping so tight on my face, my lips were numb. His shoulder pushing hard into mine. I cut his words off with a quickness and a hard jab square into his throat, his eyes rolled back in his head as he began to convulse and a cold wetness spattered across my face mixing with the tears now streaming down my cheeks. His jerky movements ripped his hand from my jaw, with a loud snap inside my head a jolt of pain shot up my temple.

Watching in the darkness as his body shook and revolted against his own attempts at grasping for his throat. In horror and disbelief as his large solid body seemed to melt away. Reaching for the bedside lamp, retching at the scene that became evident to me. There, where the clown had laid was now only a mask, a ceramic mask now shattered and a ring, a sparkling yellow diamond ring. Falling to my knees I wretched and screamed as I caught a glimpse in the mirror on the wall. Dressed in tank top and shorts covered in a green goo, dagger still clutched in hand. My jaw surely broken and I became aware of the other masks covering my walls.

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Clown Challenge by Queen Warrior Slayer


Caged my monsters put them all on leashes,

cut out their tongues used a needle & thread to sew there eyes shut

Pushed them all in a large steel cage, there is no escape

They are no longer in my bed or under it, told them all to Fuck off

Caged little bastard Demons, I’m in control now

Seems the voices in my head have also vanished

For the 1st time, last night I can’t even recall the last time I had a good slumber?

I slept with out interruptions for 3 hours straight

Until I felt something pulling my foot

I awoke quickly to see, staring me right in my eyes, a wicked bloody clown

With out having a second thought

I reached for my screw driver

I keep many near by along with my box cutters

I plunged my screw driver in both of the clowns eye sockets

He went from an evil smile

to shock & torment

he let out a piercing scream

I then grabbed my box cutter to slash his throat

I watched him drop to the floor

I smiled gazing, laughing

as he was bleeding out Crimson blood

Covering my bedroom carpet

it was a pure brutal delight

Then I mounted the clown on my wall like a trophy

let that be a lesson to all evil clowns & Demons that dare enter my room

Beware Queen Warrior Slayer will not be disturbed ever again.


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