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Friday Microfiction! [Writing Prompt!] (9/26/2025)

Happy Friday again, everybody! Hope you're doing awesome. :o) We've been having some great participation on these prompts, so let's try to keep the momentum up! And of course, if you'd like to spread the word around, I wholeheartedly welcome you to do so!

Starting this week we're going to start snuggling up against some spooky-season-compatible prompts in preparation for Halloween, and what I hope will be some great short Halloween stories from you all!

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-You get one comment (4000 characters) to do whatever you'd like with. You do not have to use all 4000 characters, but that is the maximum.

-Please submit one top-level comment. Top-level comments should be short-form fiction, vignettes, scenes, moments in time, setups or vibes using the prompt as inspiration.

-You can respond to your own or others' writing as much as you'd like, or comment/talk in the 'discussion' thread. (Make sure to spread the good vibes and encouragement!)

-Horny is absolutely fine, but maybe keep more extreme fetishes (bathroom stuff, non-consent) for private posts. :o)

-You don't have to use the exact wording from the prompt in your submission, especially if they aren't in a point of view, gender or tense that fits your idea. :o) Sometimes prompts will be purely conceptual too so don't feel too much pressure!

-THERE ARE NO WRONG ANSWERS. Speak your creative truth!

Today's prompt:
They said it was haunted, but...

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beforethefall

2 weeks, 4 days ago

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Discussion thread goes here! :o)

beforethefall

2 weeks, 4 days ago

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The old place on the hill in the woods wasn't easy to get to. The road leading to the place had a bridge that washed out decades ago when the creek beneath it flooded, so the only way to get there now was over land; nearly a mile of Ozark mountain terrain and a sketchy crossing of the creek over a downed tree that was destined to rot out and fall any day now. Only a few hundred yards past that crossing, though, and I got to the house. I stopped to catch my breath after hoofing it up the hill, and took the bottle of water from my pack for a drink.

They said it was haunted, but as I approached the old place I didn't get the vibe of death on the air. I've been sensitive to that sort of thing ever since I was little. They say when a kid lives close to death for so long they learn how to see through the veil.

Thanks, Grandma.

Once my lungs stopped burning with desperation for fresh air I continued. The old place was massive, this real relic of classical architecture. If it weren't made out of wood and concrete people would call it a castle. It was in surprisingly good shape, given that it's been abandoned for decades; but there were cracks showing in its timeless armor. The fence gate was rusty, and didn't just squeak - it gave a dull, raspy grinding noise as its hinges pivoted under my urging, until I could slip through. The moonlight couldn't pierce the veil of darkness of the open front door, though, and I finally relented and fetched my flashlight. I was far enough from any roads that nobody would spot the light unless they were looking for it, now, even with the trees barren in the crisp autumn night air.

The house had belonged to some sort of scientist, back in the day. The urban legends were inconsistent, some said he lived alone, and disappeared without a trace after an experiment had gone wrong, others said he murdered his family and buried them under the basement floor and fled the country. You know, the usual small-town Ozarkian bullshit told around the campfire. I wanted to get to the bottom of it, though.

Inside, the air was still. It was creepy, don't get me wrong, but I still never got the sense of something dark or malicious there. Death didn't know this place, at least how it knew most old places that had survived for generations. I explored the lower level, then headed up the huge staircase to the second level. The place was like a museum, if it had left the doors open for thirty years - vandalized, yes, and a little moldy, but some rooms were completely untouched, like a time capsule into the life of whoever had lived here. An unassuming door almost at the end of the hallway was stuck tight. I usually have a policy of not damaging the places I explore, but this was one exception. Every room must be checked. Thankfully, it was just a warped or moisture-swollen door frame, nothing a little shoulder-check couldn't handle.

He was standing at the top of the stairs, almost like he was waiting for me. It scared me worse than any ghost I'd ever seen, because I never even had the inkling of a sense that there was a haunt here, and then I was eye-to-eye with one.

And he could see me. Not like the ghosts that were locked away safely in the aether, unaware of their own demise or the living they shared the spaces with, this one knew I was there, and met my eyes with his. I nearly fainted, but instead just froze on the stairs.

He turned and walked away with an infuriatingly casual wave of his hand for me to follow. He wanted to show me something. When I got to the top of the stairs, I saw it; the attic workshop, filled with indecipherable and complex scientific equipment. Papers and notebooks full of research on inter-dimensional travel. A madman's scrawlings on blackboards and walls. A portrait of a woman, and a single, long-forgotten stub of a burned out candle beneath it. A vow, carved into the table in furious, desperate scratches.

"No matter what it takes, I will bring you back, my love."

StupidSquirrel

2 weeks, 4 days ago

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They said it was haunted, but of course I didn't believe them. The place looked like any normal house, looked just like every other house down at the bottom of the hill, just up on higher ground. It wasn't visibly damaged or decaying, just...abandoned.

The house was empty for as long as i could remember, then one day a few years ago a kid got curious and went up the hill to check it out. The rumors about the place hadn't really started yet, outside of the occasional speculation on why it stayed empty all those years, and how it still looked well maintained. Nobody was ever seen going in or out, but the grass never seemed to grow, and the place never rotted.

Then the first kid said he was going in to see what was up, and he never came back out. I knew he had a lot of trouble at home, I figured he just lied about going to see the place as a convenient excuse to run away, but then the next kid went to check it out a few months later. He also never came back. I don't know how many kids went missing over the years, but...their parents never seemed to notice, or even care at all. Even kids i knew had great lives at home, the most loving parents you can imagine, just...nothing. No missing persons report, no grieving, it was like they didn't even remember they had a kid to begin with.

Losing friends started taking its toll on the kids in my school. Whenever our parents or teachers would ask what was wrong, we'd tell them we missed our friends. They always looked at us like we were just dumb kids making up stories about imaginary friends. We were in 7th grade at that point, Nobody had imaginary friends anymore. I got sick of everyone treating me like an idiot every time I lost someone and my thoughts got sadder and darker. No kid should lose that many friends, or think those thoughts. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and i decided it was my turn.

I remember sneaking out at midnight, making sure i had my backpack on me, phone, flashlight, anything i might need to explore a "haunted" house. I remember how badly my legs burned by the time i made it to the top of the hill, how out of breath i was by the time i slumped over to rest when i reached the front porch. I didn't notice anything that felt off at the time. The grass was cut short, it even smelled like it was mowed recently, but it'd been well over a decade since anybody was seen cutting it. The outside even looked freshly painted, it was nice. It felt inviting and cozy.

I caught my breath and...for some reason I just decided to knock on the door. It felt wrong to barge into someones home unannounced. I didn't think anybody would answer, and nobody did. The windows were all uncovered, curtains drawn, but I couldn't see inside at all. I thought I heard a click, maybe someone WAS there, or maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. I didn't know, and honestly I didn't really care, I just remember reaching for the door handle and finding it unlocked.

Stepping into the house felt strange. I couldn't explain why, but something felt off. The house was clean, except for the backpacks lined up in front of the door. I recognized every single one of them. I felt a deep sadness in my heart, but at the same time, a tinge of hope. I set my backpack down next in line and started walking around. It was empty, until i opened the door to one of the bedrooms and i saw my friend sitting there. He looked normal, if a bit pale.

I remember the way he smiled when he saw me, but then he started crying. He sobbed, took my hand, told me the story of how he found the house, just like me. Then he disappeared right in front of my eyes, and I was left alone again. I was lost, confused, and alone for years. I didn't realize i was dead until I found out i couldn't leave anymore.

I'm sorry I have to do this to you. It feels wrong, but I can't control it. Thank you for looking for me, it makes me happy that you remembered me, but I'm going to let go now, and it'll be your turn. Please don't forget me.

beforethefall

2 weeks, 4 days ago

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@ StupidSquirrel

Wuah! Rare StupidSquirrel sighting in the prompts!

This shit is fire, bro. What a fantastic play on the theme! <3 thank you so much for popping by and contributing some of your amazing work to this week's prompt!

OtterOfAllCosmos

2 weeks, 4 days ago

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@ StupidSquirrel

Gosh dark, but nice little creepy story.

StupidSquirrel

2 weeks, 4 days ago

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@ OtterOfAllCosmos

Thanks, it's been a while since I've been able to write anything but this prompt hit something emotional in me. Felt good to get something done x3

beforethefall

2 weeks, 4 days ago

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@ StupidSquirrel

Here's hoping it leads to a little momentum for you friendobro. <3

OtterOfAllCosmos

2 weeks, 4 days ago

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It loomed in shadow. The big house was scary and no one went there. But it was Halloween, and they might have candy. The cubs huddled by the gate, each daring the others to go first.

Oren, in his firefighter costume reached for the gate but pulled his paw back. "It’s haunted. That's what the big kids said. They said it had ghosts, and the ghosts would touch you. And and the ghosts would touch your pee pee…but ghosts aren't real right?"

Dennis under his sheet shook his head. "Eww, I don't wanna do that. Do I have to if I'm the only ghost?" He asked, but the other cubs just looked back scared at him. "I heard it was a monster. Big and scary and could eat you up in one gulp. That would be scarier then a ghost."

"We should go." Alex said, pulling the paw of his older brother Decker. His wizard hat kept falling over the little cat's eyes.

"Fine." Decker said, pushing past the other cubs. His bag was too empty for this late in the night and maybe this would change that.  His costume was painted on.  Some white and black body paint, bone print undies and the tuxedo kitten turned into a skeleton.  "I’m going." He opened the gate with a swish of his tail and strutted up to the big scary house.  He looked back at the other 3, still frozen by the gate, then rang the doorbell.

A creepy set of chimes clanked, then the door creaked open.  Behind was an empty dark hallway.  Poking his head in he didn’t see anyone.  Then he saw it.  There was a bowl of candy there, in the dark.  He shrugged.  Getting to the door was scary, but since he was here, he might as well get the candy he came for.

A few steps in and the door slammed behind him.  A shiver ran down his spine as he found himself in complete darkness.

"Finally" a deep growly voice said.

"Who said that?" The cub said, frozen in place.

He felt something on his chest.  Cold and wet. It wasn’t unpleasant, actually he kind of liked it, like a cooling tongue bath. He purred even though the chattering of his teeth.  He couldn’t stop himself.  He dropped his bag and felt the feeling spread.  From his tail to his head it engulfed him.  He yawned. It was so relaxing, he might have fallen asleep.

Stretching, he opened his eyes and froze. What he could only describe as ghosts and monsters in a ring around him all looked down.   All the eyes and things like eyes were on him and many were touching him with their monsterus naughty parts. Spectral penises, big knotted werewolf cocks, a spiky demon dick, tentacles oozing slime. They all looked so good and a deep need formed within him.

Time was a blur.  The monsters all pushed themselves into his maw and tail hole, even others he didn’t think about.  His mouth tasted so many different flavors.  Each unique, each delicious. His butt stretched around a tentacle snaking its way through him at some point it was awesome.

Hours, days, months, went by.  He came dry like cubs do but also like a big boy with a ghosts help somehow. It was a great time that just kept going and going forever.

Suddenly it was over, he found himself back in the hallway, in the dark, on the floor.  The musky slime of so many things covered him from head to toe.  His candy bag was next to him, full to the brim.  It sloshed when he picked it up.  It was also slimy.  In a happy wobbly daze, the cub left through the open door.

His friends were still there, He waved to them. His brother ran up to him and hugged him. Then jumped back.

Oren sniffed, then licked him. "This is…weird.  But cum? What happened? You were inside for a while and we were getting scared!"

"I think the place is haunted." He giggled realizing he don’t have his undies anymore, "but,"

beforethefall

2 weeks, 4 days ago

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@ OtterOfAllCosmos

Hahahahah! Decker knew what he wanted and *GOT* it. :o)

What a fun little story, and so very naughty too! Now the question is....who's next?

Also if you get fucked by a werewolf do you become one?

MrCoyote

2 weeks, 4 days ago

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In my neighborhood there is an old abandoned house that no one wanted to go near. My neighbors say it's haunted but the reality is a little more exciting.

The previous summer I had gone for a run during the night, the heat was unbearable I couldn't get to sleep so I opted for exercise. It was a Wednesday night and the streets were completely deserted as usual in the middle of the week. And all was absolutely quiet until, after the first turn, as I was passing in front of the Johnson's house, a large shadow moving at full speed caught my attention.

My curiosity was piqued because the old lady Johnson had passed away three years ago and her children had only come twice since her death, so, even though it was dangerous, my feline nature got the better of me and, without a second's hesitation, I jumped over the wooden fence.

The garden had tall grass from years of neglect and the path to the front door was no longer visible. I passed in front of the entrance and the door, although it had peeling paint, did not appear to have been forced, which led me to go to the back, where I found something completely different from what I expected.

In front of me, just a few feet away, in the middle of the Johnson's backyard, a huge griffin was licking one of its front legs. That's right, a mythological and extremely beautiful creature was there, leaving me perplexed while my heart wouldn't stop pounding.

At that instant, the beast fixed its gaze on me, which made me shiver. But fortunately, instead of being torn apart by that beak with the edge and size of a machete and those lion-like paws with claws that could slice me like a tomato, the griffin simply turned its head slightly to the side and opened its snout to produce a soft, friendly chirp that calmed me down.

I got up my courage and approached, putting my open hand out in front as a sign of respect and as protection in case the animal changed its mind. But nothing happened, even when the palm of my hand sank into the plumage of its neck, nor when I slowly lowered it to the soft, warm fur of its foreleg.

As I touched the huge animal as if I were a child playing with its new puppy, the griffin lifted one of its wings and I could see part of its belly a little further underneath. It was a male, a big male, with testicles the size of my fists and a small feline sheath but that glowed in the moonlight.

I knelt down and raised my head, meeting the beast's gaze again. The offer was clear and I wasn't going to waste it.

I think it was two hours later when I jumped the fence of the Johnsons' house again. My belly was swollen, as if I had just finished feasting on warm, hearty cream... I think it was two liters.

That's why, from time to time, screams, squeaks and bangs come out of the haunted house, especially on nights when I decide to stop by to visit my wild friend.

beforethefall

2 weeks, 4 days ago

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@ MrCoyote

Ahhahaha, yessss this is hot and fun. Very nice. What a lucky dude, too; if you replaced the gryph with a dragon you'd definitely have one of my fantasies down pat :o)

Thanks so much for writing with us this week!

MrCoyote

2 weeks, 3 days ago

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@ beforethefall

Oooh! I should write more about dragons! I like them too! Especially those noodle dragons!

beforethefall

2 weeks, 3 days ago

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@ MrCoyote

I should work on some of my dragon stories soon too. :9 Getting that history cleaned up has got me in the mood, haha.

TheWolfsDen

2 weeks, 4 days ago

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There was a dark reverence as the two of us watched the plant from the main bridge. The structure stood tall, but it was undeniable the grounds were touched by time—the tall metal gate had been breached long ago, the long lines of barbed wire were rusty and tangled, and our path there had been blocked by concrete barriers. However, not for a second the obstacles of driving through the mountains all the up to the dam or the tales of this place made us think twice; after all, coming from a small town where the most exciting thing to do was ice-skate on the lake in the dead of winter, the promise of something exhilarating had our attention. Hence driving for four hours to see am abandoned hydroelectric plant, with stories the place came alive at night.

We squeezed through the gap in the gate which could easily fit a skinny person or a medium-sized junkie through, ignoring the Do not Trespass and Caution signs that had fallen off due to the wind and rain. The overgrown grass and weed trapped our feet as we trudged through until we reached the the platform leading up to the offices, the steps creaking as he made our way up and then slipped inside through an open window. Piles of paper stacks and dust-covered boxes welcomed us, the brick walls deafening the waterfall outside and becoming a low echoing groan.

We stopped and looked around, reading the documents that were easily accessible; dates, inventory, worksite accidents, former employees, certifications, contracts all of which were forgotten and abandoned after it had been shut down—yet, the dam gates had never been closed. That was a question we pondered on for a minute before Ryan pointed something we had overlooked so far: the place seemed untouched by life. No graffiti, no feral animals tracks or droppings, no junkie needles or anything of the likes. Not a good sign, but we thought that maybe the place really was haunted—that animals and people were so scared they couldn't enter. But we did.

We walked through the corridors and straight into the main generator room, where the machines that dated 50 plus years ago laid still like they were in a deep slumber—they were rusty and brittle, and a musty smell permeated the air. The concrete below us was wet as moonlight pushed through a few holes on the ceiling and windows and illuminated the dark spots.

I flashed my light around only to find a second set of stair leading to the lower levels, and we debated on wether we should press on or not, only to have our ears filled by the sound of something coming alive. It was the moan of the turbines rumbling underneath, the generators suddenly powering up in an deafening cacophony that made us stagger as the place seemed to rumble, our footing lost as the concrete quickly gave away.
I twisted as I hit the floor, my legs being swallowed by the hole that had formed, and flailed as I tried to hold onto anything, sinking deeper and slipping as Ryan let out a cry and then screamed. We fell down as the cracking of the floor stopped only so the loud, heavy metallic thud of the generators could follow after us. And suddenly, it was silent.

It's been two days now, I know because that's all my cellphone is useful for right now. Well, that and writing this—not a single bar of service down here and my battery is almost drained. My left arm is stuck under a pile of rubble, a piece of rebar puncturing through it and locking me in place. My knee is probably broken, and the nails of right hand were lost as I clawed the floor on the descent. It's so cold, the water is slowly sipping inside and dripping on me as I have tried to call out for help. Every movement is painful.

But the worst is, I can see Ryan—the flashlight illuminating this dark pocket of rubble while out of my reach. The generator is on top of him, smashing half of his torso as his head is craned—his bloody eyes staring right at me. I've been here for two days, and he won't stop trying to talk to me.

beforethefall

2 weeks, 4 days ago

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@ TheWolfsDen

OH GOD OH NO OH FUCK BRO

Dude this is some scary shit, hahaha. Great post this week man I'm loving this. Would make for a great moment in a paranormal story

TheWolfsDen

2 weeks, 3 days ago

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@ beforethefall

That’s literally the reaction I wanted to see from people XD
My creative process was: “Haunted hydroelectric plant? Urban exploration gone wrong? Trapped inside a concrete tomb with a person who’s not quite alive or dead? Uh, yeah? I think so!” lmao

But thank you so much for the feedback dude, I had a blast writing this one uwu

beforethefall

2 weeks, 3 days ago

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@ TheWolfsDen

There's definitely a whole vibe for the like, "I saw my friend die, and he's unmistakably dead, but then he started trying to talk to me again" that just sparks this whole sense of absolutely mortal dread in my guts bro. You did great with this, lmao.

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