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148 Horror Writing Prompts  (I KNOW IT’S NOT THE RIGHT MEME I APOLOGIZE) @wardcg—

    The melody. It came back. It returned. Guitar riff. Drums. Everything. Back again. Crooning, loud, blasting in his ears. If he’s heard the song once, he’s heard it a million times before. All of the lyrics were memorized and perfect. Staci could do this. He could listen. He could follow orders. He could be the perfect soldier. For Jacob. For The Father. For The Project.

    But...Something was wrong. Something was wrong when he opened his eyes. No sea of red. No scent of gunpowder. No screams to be heard. Just...empty. Maybe the silence was more terrifying than sound? Maybe the silence was stronger than the screams? Harder to cut through. Harder to put a dent in. The hospital, the center, it was empty. Not a hunter in sight. Not a prisoner in sight. Only Staci. Only Staci. Only Staci. Only Staci.

    But he heard the floorboards creak behind him. He heard the heavy sound of boots on the ground. They stomped, the creaks got louder, the creaks began breaking. The floor was splintering. The floor would fall out beneath him. He wasn’t safe. He wasn’t alone. What was happening? What was going on? What happened? Snapping back, Staci turned on a dime and found nothing behind him.

    Nothing.

    And like a flash of red, there stood a monster before him. Red aura emanating off of it. Blue eyes stabbing through silence. Its skin marred and burnt and bloody. Its muscles rippling and tearing and the tendons pulling like puppet strings. Before Staci could even speak, Staci felt its giant hand snap around his throat like a snare. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. There was no such thing as a monster that lived in the Veterans Center. There were no monsters in the Mountains.

    And maybe if they existed, they didn’t wear their true skin to the people around them. If Staci had the honor to see them outside of a human’s appearance, he had to fight back. Throat snared, unable to breathe correctly, unable to speak, Staci had to scream.

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“So, today we’ve got a really special treat,” And while relaying today’s tea special wasn’t exactly where she wanted to be right now, knowing just behind the partition was a metaphorical bomb ready to go off with her betting clients, they would just have to wait.

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Lex: what do you have?

Joker: A TOMMY GUN

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-- THE ONLY warning he’d been given before Joker had careened down the streets, doding oncoming traffic. (One of the few times Lex hoped that Superman would swoop in and stop them, jail would be safer than a car with Joker behind the wheel)

The wind whipped around his face, dust and other detris from the road as they roared along at 90mph. The windshield had already been broken in the shootout as they’d escaped. And now that old familiar building loomed overhead, Joker was driving the getaway vehicle straight into the Lexcorp lobby.

Lex braced himself for the crash, trying to fight the instinct to tense up. The seatbelt held, bruising his chest and shoulder. Better than the alternative, as the plate-glass window cracked and then shattered all in adrenaline-powered slow motion. They’d driven straight into the lobby, a small crowd of guests and the receptionist, Kiera, all huddled behind the desk.