Your prompt is WEREWOLF

Outcast and alone

Man becomes a beast, howling

His heart to the moon

Do you have a favorite werewolf story? Does a small part of you want to be one?

Your prompt is AUDREY II

You mean green mother

Such a big boy, Mommy’s home

And I have dinner

Manipulation. Non-verbal initially, but eventually, it begins to manipulate Seymour into killing for it. Would you kill for Audrey II?

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Your prompt is THE FLY

If it weren’t a fly

Would airborne microflora

Have had an effect?

A fly goes through the machine with the scientist and their DNA merges, slowly turning the man into fly.

Your prompt is GIANT SPIDERS

Impossible friend

Watch me with your many eyes

With eight legs, hold me

The real reason is the way they breathe. They have tiny holes along the sides of their abdomens that intake oxygen as air flows over them. With this method of breathing, there’s no way a giant spider could get enough oxygen to keep it alive. BUT GIANT SPIDERS ARE SO FUN TO THINK ABOUT🕸🥰

Your prompt is VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN

So heartless, Victor

To create a life and then

Leave it to the dark

What do you think, is Victor the monster?

Your prompt is THE BABADOOK

I like your top hat.

Is that where you hide all the

Trauma you collect?

The creature is ultimately a metaphor for trauma, and for learning to live with it.

Your prompt is ANACONDA

Her hypnotic gaze

Undulating waves of flesh

Hold you tight, all night

Wild green anacondas can grow up to 30 feet (9.14m) in length and 550 pounds (250 kilograms), the beast in the movie is 40 feet (12.19m). They hunt and spend most of their time in the water.

I’ve thought about other options over the past day, I slept on it, but I do think that shuttering the Horror Haiku Club is my only option at this time. HHC is a huge time commitment and I need to refocus that energy on my Etsy shop and on my paid writing to help cover the rent increase. If you want to check out my Etsy shop, it is also called Honeygloom.

I wanted to let you know officially through a post, but more than anything, I wanted to thank you. You’ve all made HHC such a delight and I’ve met so many wonderful and brilliant creators and readers over the past year. I still have HHC posts scheduled through the 10/13, so I hope you’ll enjoy them! I will try and hop into comments as much as I can, but unfortunately the clock is ticking for me😅

And I wanted to remind you that Honeygloom is not going anywhere! I’ll still be publishing 100% Plant-Based Horror, as well as horror flash, poetry, and the tribulations of August!

In fact, I have a new Macabre Monday flash piece already scheduled for every Monday this month as well as a new Halloween flash piece planned. And I’ll be participating in a special group project in November that I’m very excited about.

Here’s a sneak peek of tomorrow’s haunting tale… hot tip, it has audio😱

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Your prompt is GREMLINS

Your inner demons

Fight for their right to party

Break free of the cute

…Gremlins are out for mischief, and blood.

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Your prompt is DRACULA

Transylvanian

Gentleman seeking hot bitch

For bloody good time

Traditionally vampires were stinking, rotting revenants that drained the life of their victims, not through the consumption of blood, but of energy. We have Dracula to thank for suave bloodsuckers around today.

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Your prompt is GHOUL

Strolling the graveyard

Arm in arm, shovels at hand

We’ll dig for a bite

While ghouls are typically said to only eat dead humans, they are known to occasionally eat the living as well. In some traditions it is said that ghouls take the form of the inhabitant of the last grave they robbed.

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Your prompt is PENNYWISE

Oh, hey Pennywise,

My greatest fear? Why, my clown,

I’m afraid you’ll die.

Pennywise feeds on the fear of humans, particularly children.

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Your prompt is THE MUMMY

A love turned to dust

Inside its leathern cavern

Stirs the bound body

Whether brought back to life to rekindle a love simmering for a few thousand years, or merely as a puppet for a villain in search of revenge, these reanimated dead are all wrapped up in intrigue and murder.

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You prompt is GRABOID

On this lonely rock

Marooned in a sea of sand

Death by worm awaits

They hunt by sensing the vibrations of creatures walking above them, swimming quickly through the sand and breaching the surface to grab their prey.

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Your prompt is CORN DOLLIES

A spirit braided

Trapped and mangled until spring

Possibly unwise

It is thought that the corn dollies (corn being the equivalent word to grain in the US) are meant to trap the spirit of the field and keep it safe until spring. At that time, the dolly is buried back in the field to release the spirit.

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Your prompt is BLACKBERRIES

Sweet, sticky, and black

Cold, ripe between my fingers

The devil whispers

Because after Michaelmas, the bramble belongs to the Devil.

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Your prompt is SILO

Grain, life, will make this

Tall, slick-sided cylinder

Your mausoleum

Dust from grain can ignite and cause explosions, the fermenting process can fill the silo with NO2, a deadly gas, and can deprive the air of oxygen. One can also drown in grain. Moisture can clump the top layer of the grain into a deceptively stable crust. Silos are typically emptied from the bottom, to ensure the oldest grain is used first. This means that a void can form inside what looks like a full silo of grain. But take one step and you’ll plummet to your death as the dislodged grain fills in the void behind you, burying you alive.

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Your prompt is HOOKY, HOOKY

Call “hooky, hooky”

He’ll come, sweep the field for you

Born to reap the lost

The cry, “hooky, hooky” refers to sickles, scythes, and the reapers who used them during the harvest.

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Your prompt is COMBINE HARVESTER

Flash, rotating teeth

Eyes wide, a nap in the field

Metal masticates

Combines, like all modern harvesting equipment save countless hours of labor, but they’re also extremely dangerous. The combine above has a reel made up of several steel teeth that help slice up crops and uh, whatever else gets in the way. Modern machines may be faster, but they’re still dangerous. In fact, I have an uncle who lost a hand to a potato digging machine.

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Your prompt is JOHN BARLEYCORN

Praise, by beard and blood

Thou murdered John Barleycorn

And drink deep his blood

You may be more familiar with the version written by the renowned poet Robert Burns.

There was three kings unto the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.

They took a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.

And they hae taen his very heart's blood,
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.

John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise;
For if you do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise.

'Twill make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his joy;
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho' the tear were in her eye.

Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland!

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