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[Winners Announced] Erotic Horror Writing Challenge for 400 Lush Coins

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It’s that time of year again, Lushies! Spooky season is here! It’s a challenge to mix erotica and horror. Who’s up for it? 😈

Everyone’s welcome! Wannabe writers, seasoned writers, mods, and admin come join in the scary fun!

Contest ends: Midnight EDT October 15th.

Two winners picked by a 27-yr-old horror-loving male non-member. Each winner will receive 400 Lush Coins ($40.00).

Edit: Thanks to generous admin and a sweet anonymous contributor, there will be 3 winners, each receiving 430 Lush coins ($43.00). smile

Rules:

1. Only post entry in this forum. Do not submit as a story on Lush or mods will spank me and you!

2. Must be 75 words or less. Hyphenated words count as one word. An EM dash or ellipses between two words count as two words.

3. Only one entry per person

4. As an extra challenge, the following words are NOT allowed: dick, cock, pussy, vagina, cunt. So, get creative!

5. Write to theme of erotic horror. Whatever that means to you!

6. All Lush site rules for story content apply.

7. Have fun!

Warning: If you use any form of “Kimmi” in your entry, my judge will holler, “Ewwww!” and barf on your entry. It’s happened before.

Kindness is contagious. Spread it! ❤️

“Warning: If you use any form of “Kimmi” in your entry, my judge will holler, “Ewwww!” and barf on your entry. It’s happened before.”

🤣🤣🤣

My obsession competition winner, Mayra.

No? How about an Editor's Pick? Riding the Ghost Train is raw. Sensual. Honest. The kind of story you still smell when it's over.

Don't have time? Micro? Chase Me (Catch Me)

Need to cry? My October. Recommended. Not by me.

The best story on Lush? Beneath the Noise in the shared pen of Alissa Palmer.

That’s because my adult son is the judge. 🤣 He does NOT wanna see his mom’s name in that context. 😳🤣🤣🤣 Bad enough he accidentally discovered I’ve written erotica. 😳 He frequently blackmails me with this information when it suits his needs. 🙄

Kindness is contagious. Spread it! ❤️

Quote by KimmiBeGood

That’s because my adult son is the judge. 🤣 He does NOT wanna see his mom’s name in that context. 😳🤣🤣🤣 Bad enough he accidentally discovered I’ve written erotica. 😳 He frequently blackmails me with this information when it suits his needs. 🙄

If anything, that SHOULD qualify as HORROR to said judge?

My obsession competition winner, Mayra.

No? How about an Editor's Pick? Riding the Ghost Train is raw. Sensual. Honest. The kind of story you still smell when it's over.

Don't have time? Micro? Chase Me (Catch Me)

Need to cry? My October. Recommended. Not by me.

The best story on Lush? Beneath the Noise in the shared pen of Alissa Palmer.

puts on creative hat

Will see if the hat offers any wisdom. Whether I enter or not, thank you Kimmi for this most generous prize and your support of the writing community here. ❤️

Over one million views on my stories can't be wrong, so please dive in and browse my 148 stories:


* 31 Editor's Picks, 84 Recommended Reads.
* 16 competition podium places, 12 other times in the top ten.
* 23 collaborations.
* A whole heap of often filthy, tense, hot sex.

What’s an interesting idea. I struggle mightily with micro fiction, so I’m not sure I’m going to enter, but I will be paying attention.

The Wild Girl anthology need not be read in any order but does take place in the following timeframe

Wild at Heart- 1968. The story of Dani’s Great Aunt Evie.

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/first-time/wild-at-heart

Wild Oats. Part 1&2. -2021. Dani is 16 and sets her sights on her stepfather.

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/taboo/wild-oats-part-1

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/taboo/wild-oats-part-2

Wild Child. 2025. Dani is now 20 years old.

https://www.lushstories.com/stories/taboo/wild-child

Quote by KimmiBeGood

It’s that time of year again, Lushies! Spooky season is here! It’s a challenge to mix erotica and horror. Who’s up for it? 😈

Everyone’s welcome! Wannabe writers, seasoned writers, mods, and admin come join in the scary fun!

Contest ends: Midnight EDT October 15th.

Two winners picked by a 27-yr-old horror-loving male non-member. Each winner will receive 400 Lush Coins ($40.00).

Rules:

1. Only post entry in this forum. Do not submit as a story on Lush or mods will spank me and you!

2. Must be 75 words or less. Hyphenated words count as one word. An EM dash or ellipses between two words count as two words.

3. Only one entry per person

4. As an extra challenge, the following words are NOT allowed: dick, cock, pussy, vagina, cunt. So, get creative!

5. Write to theme of erotic horror. Whatever that means to you!

6. All Lush site rules for story content apply.

7. Have fun!

Warning: If you use any form of “Kimmi” in your entry, my judge will holler, “Ewwww!” and barf on your entry. It’s happened before.

Da Witches out back of Rumps approve this Kimmi

18+ Only

I so love your challenges! Thank you!

Surrender

Most of the time you’re but a memory. My body remembers you more vividly than my mind, your touch carved in my skin. Tonight, you’re dead real again, like my future.

Surrendering to your hunger is a fall I would not survive yet cannot resist.

As your eyes silently test my resolve, my legs give in. I kneel before you, not from fear, but from the unbearable ache of worshipping everything you are.

“Take me.”

Curiosity is one of those insatiable passions that grow by gratification.

Thanks for offering another awesome challenge, Kimmi!

There will be blood… in the water… when I win! 🤣🤣🤣 Thanks Kimmi

You know I will try thanks Kimmi



Thank you for this comp, Kimmi.

I believe this is 75 words.

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"Shock – Horror"

It's night; the wind howls – trees creak.

Lightning flashes as I amble through the woods.

There’s an internal car light, a dogging site.

It’s why I’m here.

My hand grasps my throbbing truncheon.

Peering through the misty glass, blonde hair bobbing.

I tap the window; my turn next.

She twists towards me; she is wearing smeared clown makeup.

There’s a sausage hanging from her mouth.

A head pops up, the Frankenstein monster.

Shock-horror—it’s Halloween!

Echoes of a Click

The chatroom glows in the dim light of her laptop. His latest message pulses on screen: "I want to taste you."

She types back, fingers trembling. The keyboard clicks echo too loudly, too hollow in the silent house.

Behind her, the bedroom door creaks open. A shadow stretches across the floor—longer than any man should be, its form shifting unnaturally. A wet, ragged breath whispers from the darkness, far too close. Far too arousing.

My Entry

October 31st.

Fear the creatures on this night. 

Witches, Werewolves, Vampires and more.

The bloodiest night of any year.

The lust for you.

They want your blood, your soul.

Once they have your soul, they will take pleasure in pleasing themselves with your body.

Alive or dead they don’t care.

Their carnal cravings have no boundaries.   

Go out on this night, it might be your last night.

You have been warned.



Wow, thank you, Kimmi! It looks like I'm going to fail to get my obsession story done in time so I'll get down to horror for hallowen!

A HALLOWEEN CLICHE IN 71 WORDS

By Stupalm

Tony and Sheila are naked in the car.

The radio blares.

A dangerous lunatic has escaped the asylum for sexual deviants!

“Tony, that’s only a mile away! We should go!”

“These woods are safe! Relax, Sheila!”

Outside, rustling. Scraping.

“I’m scared, Tony!!”

“It’s fine, baby!”

A loud, metallic clank on the car door. Tony floors It and hauls ass away.

Back home, hanging on the door handle… a bloody strap-on!

The Scavenger Hunt

“Did you hear that?” Pete whispers, wide-eyed, his prick deep in my ass as he stares out the windshield.  The full moon is hidden behind clouds; it’s pitch-black outside.

Fumbling for a torch, I shine it in the direction of his gaze, illuminating a pair of crimson eyes.  A moment later, I hear it too. A snarl of rage that sounds almost human.

“Cheating bitch.”

Smiling, I sink my teeth into Pete’s throat.

“I win.”   

Well. Here goes nothing, I suppose. And you're right, Kimmi. The fun is just in trying.

'Ween

Turnip turned pumpkin on Eve of the Dead,
Fang-thirst desire, the drug in my head.
I wait for your teeth to nibble my skin—
Rise once again, to fulfill our sin.

Come pour in my chalice, my greedy vessel,
’Til next year I linger, this night to nestle,
Still at your grave, dreading the dawn,
To lose you again, my wicked faun.

Fuck me again—there is still time.
Fang-thirst desire. All mine.

My obsession competition winner, Mayra.

No? How about an Editor's Pick? Riding the Ghost Train is raw. Sensual. Honest. The kind of story you still smell when it's over.

Don't have time? Micro? Chase Me (Catch Me)

Need to cry? My October. Recommended. Not by me.

The best story on Lush? Beneath the Noise in the shared pen of Alissa Palmer.

Hey guys! Thank you Kimmi ❤️ for hosting this. It is a great chance to bring out your inner fantasy, and thank you AC for letting me know about this 😘
Here is my entry for the Erotic Horror Writing Challenge.

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Ashes of the Chapel

He entered the ruined chapel, moonlight piercing the broken stained glass.
A figure in a tattered habit stepped from the shadows, ash-streaked skin aglow like embers.
Her voice, soft as incense smoke, promised absolution for a price.
Cold fingers brushed his lips, then slid to his chest, tracing a burning cross over his heart.
As he kissed her hollow smile, the altar flames reignited—consuming him in a fervent, unholy embrace.
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Interested in more?
Check out my entry for the Obsession Themed Competition
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/seduction/consumed-by-him-2

Dank youu😊😇

Quote by Klaus_B_Renner

Well. Here goes nothing, I suppose. And you're right, Kimmi. The fun is just in trying.

'Ween

Turnip turned pumpkin on Eve of the Dead,
Fang-thirst desire, the drug in my head.
I wait for your teeth to nibble my skin—
Rise once again, to fulfill our sin.

Come pour in my chalice, my greedy vessel,
’Til next year I linger, this night to nestle,
Still at your grave, dreading the dawn,
To lose you again, my wicked faun.

Fuck me again—there is still time.
Fang-thirst desire. All mine.

Dug deep and hit gold

The Invitation

For years, she's been warned about those otherworldly creatures who come down from the mountains after dark. They're eager to mate with a human woman, leaving her virtue in ruins.

On this night, she lies naked in bed. Her fingers play between parted thighs. She trembles and cries out, making no secret of her lust.

When a figure appears at her open window, blotting out the moonlight, she lifts her head and smiles.

For you, Miss Kimmie, I have found a few minutes to contribute to your challenge.

****

The thick member pulsed inside of her, his long hair dangling in her face. The odorous bush scratched her silky skin, and his hairy body dripped sweat.

"Filthy beast!" she spat.

He slammed into her, his wolf-like face raised up and his back arched as his orgasm crested. It was enough to expose his neck under the long beard.

She quickly sunk her fangs into his jugular, draining his blood, feeding her hunger.

*****

😎

Mr Mean!!! Where you been? Good to see you writing! smile

Kindness is contagious. Spread it! ❤️

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Mr Mean!!! Where you been? Good to see you writing! smile

Lurking in the shadows due to a very busy life. Glad to be back, missed all of you talented vixens and casonovas.

OK, Kimmi – just remember, you asked for this:

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The Meet Market

Lisa was being spit-roasted by twins she’d picked up at The Meet Market when the phallus in her mouth collapsed into crawling things that prickled down her throat. She looked up as one twin disintegrated into a fetid, heaving mound of red ants. They teemed over her, inside and out, covering her in a swarming carpet of chitinous red.

They gnawed as she tried to scream.

18+ Only

An incredibly talented, but modest Polar Bear, often mischievous, but never malicious!

Oh I love the sound of this. I think my timing is all wrong, Ive just submitted a Halloween-themed story. My longest yet! I think I’ve used up all my ideas but I’d love to give this a try . Good Luck Lushies and thanks for organising this .