Horror House Flash Fiction #5 Contest Winner and Entries.

To start off, I unfortunately will no longer host the Horror House Wednesday prompts and contests. It’s been a good five weeks, folks. I’ve read every entry and enjoyed it dearly—it has been so much fun.

This as well means that there will be no more of these contests or prompts on here. I’m saddened to let this go, but I’d like to say that these past few weeks were just a blast—all of your pieces were beyond innovative and immersing to read. I appreciate and am thankful to all who participated in this contest, either as a reader or writer. I thank you greatly for your time and your participation. It has not gone unnoticed by me.

I would like to give each author recognition for their work, starting with the first four winners of this contest:

Monacular Spectacular

Just Another Writer

Michael Raven


Each author contributed their own twist in the individual prompts, and their writing immersed me greatly especially with how it related to those prompts.

I would also like to acknowledge everyone else that participated these past few weeks:

Julie Karey


Matt P


Chris Ludke


Jen Goldie


C. Hampton-Hill


Aahana Aggarwal

Nehal Jain

MMA Storytime

Elle Wilson

Billy Mann

Thank you everyone for your creativity, your time and your amazing stories. Words elude me on how grateful I am for each of you having participated in this. It makes me very happy. I thank you dearly.

Now, finally, last week’s prompt for Horror House Wednesday (HHW) was the following:

“I assumed I had been troubled, but I couldn’t remember who I was entirely.”

And the responses were amazing. The piece that I chose as the winner was Billy Mann’s entry, which you can read below. It’s very disconcerting with excellent elements of horror and amnesia that embodies the prompt well. I hope you enjoy it just as well as I did.

Untitled by Billy Mann.

“I assumed I had been troubled, but I couldn’t remember who I was entirely.”

Maybe I didn’t say that right. Let me try again… I knew I had problems with what’s inside my head, but today I woke up and couldn’t remember who I was. 

At first I couldn’t understand it. Then I looked around the room for clues. I’m not even sure why I did that, but on the table next to the TV were two cans of unopened beer, and next to them was what looked like a cat’s tail. But the rest of the cat wasn’t there. Just a tail, with a bit of gristle and blood at the end that’s normally joined up to the cat’s ass. 

The thing that bothered me most about this was the thought that I might have been the one who separated the cat from its tail. It was brown. The tail, that is, so I presume that the cat was brown too, wherever it was. Did I chop off the moggy’s tail? I don’t know because I don’t know anything. I just woke up and I know nothing, not even who I am. 

I continued the search for my identity. In the kitchen I found two empty pizza boxes. Pepperoni and Four Cheeses. There was a glass on the counter next to the cooker. It had a smudge of red lipstick on the rim. On the top of the microwave was a letter rack. My heart raced. My name will be on a letter. Then I’ll know who I am. But the letters were just generic mail shots and discount vouchers. My name would have been on the envelope, but that was gone. 

The cat thing was still bugging me, but I needed to find out who I was. Looking back now, that was a mistake, because if you don’t know who you are, you can be anyone you want to be. I looked down. I’m definitely a man, or Gender Male! My toenails are disgusting, by the way. But my fingers look OK, apart from that wart on the middle finger of my left hand. The nails are quite good, though, if a bit pitted. 

None of this self-study was going to tell me who I was. I needed facts. In a bowl on a chest next to the front door I found a bunch of keys. One of them had a green tag: “Garage”. Next to that was a tiny wooden carving of the Virgin Mary. I decided to call myself Joseph for the time being. I began to talk to myself, to offer instructions and advice on how to conduct the investigation into who I was. “Joseph, look in the cupboards”, “If I were you, Joseph, I’d check the bathroom”. Sometimes I replied angrily: “What the fuck will be in the bathroom that might tell who I am. Is that where people keep their fucking passports?” 

I did it anyway. The dead guy in the bath could have been anyone as far as I could tell, especially as he didn’t even have a head. It was only later they told me it was my brother. Maybe the head was in the garage. Better check that next. 

Congrats, Billy Mann. Here’s your award for last week’s contest:

Here are the rest of the entries in the order received:

Not the Same by MMA Storytime.

My first jog in almost a month: Not only was I clearly out of shape, but the thoughts swirling inside my head were much darker than ever before.

Normally, I’d run on the trail carving the blossoming lavender field, stop halfway through, and dream; it was in the stillness of these moments where possibility seemed like reality was within reach. Now, following the knockout that put me on bed rest, I questioned everything. 

I assumed I had been troubled, but I couldn’t remember who I was entirely. I decided to head back home; that was enough for the day.

A Message From Unknown by Elle Wilson.

I woke up with no memory. It may seem over done, but I did. And I have no clue who I am, or you. All I know is that I’m here, in this cell, and they told me to record a message. I have no idea why. I mean, I assumed I had been troubled, but I couldn’t remember who I was entirely. I assume that I did something stupid and got arrested. But, in this village, that’s basically everything.

Oh, yeah. I remember where I am. The Great City. Not actually a city, just a village where everyone has a curfew and has to be actually perfect. If you showed any hint at being different, they locked you up. I assume that’s what happened to me. I wish I knew what happened to me. Or what happens in Great City Jail. I could’ve sworn that I knew it, but, as I said earlier, I remember nothing. Maybe I. I don’t know. All I know is that I may not make it out of here alive. Riley, if you’re listening to this, remember, you are more powerful than you seem.

Be on the lookout soon for a collaboration post upcoming in the next couple weeks. 😉 They have yet to cease.

19 thoughts on “Horror House Flash Fiction #5 Contest Winner and Entries.”

    1. I always thought it’d be a temporary feature, to start off with. I’d like to say it was life that made me cease it overall. 🙂 That’s not to say I’m not open to coming around to it again in the future, however.

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  1. Gutted, had I known it was going to be the last one I’d have found the time to contribute something.

    But alas! I know how intrusive life can be on blog activity.

    Looking forward to getting involved with any future projects I can.

    And thanks again, in the mean time I’ll have to get my prompt-fix somewhere else.

    Cheers Lucy!


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    1. It was sort of last minute honestly, the decision. I apologize for that. 🙂

      You can still use the prompt for your writing (and any of them as well that pique your interest). Just for now, no future ones will be created.

      Thank you for your understanding. And yes, there will be a future project coming up soon. Two, actually, though it will all be revealed in a couple of weeks.

      I thank you for your time as well as your participation. I’m glad I was able to contribute to your prompt-fix for the ephemeral time we all had with Horror House Wednesday.


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  2. As Monocular says, there is a time price to pay when hosting an on-line prompt. Understood. Thanks for the chance to send some bloody stuff your way though!
    Take care, get time back for yourself, keep posting, i’ll keep a’looking.

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    1. Anytime. Thank you for sending them in, and as well, I thank you for understanding.

      Will do. While the contest-prompt is over, the posts will always be on their regular schedules. 🙂


  3. I really enjoyed this too! Thank you for hosting it. I wanted to participate more, but time seemed to get away on me each week. Loads of fun anyway! Thanks again 🙂

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    1. I’m so glad to hear that, Julie. I thank you for participating! I’m glad you had fun too. 😀

      Time, in essence, is so quick we fail to understand how fast it truly does leave. I’ve experienced that too many times myself, time just escaping.

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