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Six-word Scary Stories


We've done six-word memoirs. Tonight the Dream Keepers wrote six-word scary stories. Read and enjoy! (Then write and submit your own in the comment field!)

A vampire destroys the city with power. —Tramonta Garner (pictured above)

One virus. One town. No survivors. —Jaimee Bogard-LaMar, 14

One girl. Many monsters. What's next? —Jaimee Bogard-LaMar, 14

Big zombie eats eyeballs. City blind. —Elisha Branch, 14

One house. One family. Both gone. —Elisha Branch, 14

Knock, knock. Who's there? Killer mysterious. —Derranesha, 12

Baby cries. No answer. What happens? —Derranesha, 12

Ring, ring. "Hello." Please help me. —April, 12

The spooky monster ran towards me ... —Sonya, 17

The worm crawls into the brain. —Sierra

The slippery, slimy monster grabs two. —Quintoya Eskridge

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