This Post is written for the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge. The challenge has 10 tasks and this is the sixth one.
IBMC #06: The Mass Media Challenge is a challenge where we are supposed to use the given picture, poem and the word and build a story around. (Check the link for more)
Here goes my prompt:
People said it was a haunted house and a soul waited to consume who ever enters it. It was right in the middle of deep waters. They said there was a telephone there which kept ringing 365 days, 24 hours. There was this ancient rumor spread that if the ghost finds someone then the surrounding will turn to pinkish red on sunset. And apparently one who took boat rides in the lake was missing!
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Short story “The Haunted Hills” is written for the Mondays Finish the Story Challenge – May 25, 2015. The task is, given the image and starting line, to complete the story in 100 to 150 words.
The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits. A crew had come to make a horror movie and it looks like the shooting is going on forever. There is no signs of movie release nor the crew. It is said that people who arrive to town, become part and prey for the movie. The town is known to be haunted. The stories of hopes are still told that people are not dead and the movie is going to be released one day. The movie crew and missing people are all going to come out one fine day. The lights and loud music through town is still heard now and then. No one dares to enter the town today.
Some say, the director of the movie is still looking for new roles. Look at the mountains, if you see the director waving hands at you, you might have a role awaited and can visit the town! Dare??
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Nothing has excited me more than writing this novel. Now up with launch and three episodes. It can be started here:
The Ghost Who Travelled With Me.
Scaring the people at dark nights,
Scaring the people at cold nights,
Scaring the people for all nights,
Ghosts are never seen at day sights.
Cruel, wicked, terrorizing they go,
Terrifying stories creating they go,
Uneasiness to mankind spreading they go,
Ghosts do make a super-hit night show.
Short, tall in all sizes they are,
Fast, slow, disappearing they are,
Mostly as known invisible they are,
Ghosts though near, are yet so far.
Note: This poem is written as assignment 06 for Writing201: Poetry. Poem form: Ballad and Device: anaphora and epistrophe. More Details can be found HERE.