Night of the Spirit Walkers (Summer Writing Contest)

Write Practice Summer Writing Contest: Write a 1000 word story based on this prompt: ‘You’re walking to work when you see a supernatural creature. No one else can see it. What do you do?’

Never mock the spirits.

You may think that they are nothing more than spooky ghost tales meant for scaring people.

Nothing could be farther from the truth.

My name is Luna Justice, enemy of spirits. I’ve always known my family was a bit unordinary; I was raised by a single father because my mother mysteriously vanished without a trace.

I didn’t know how unordinary.

If my story doesn’t interest you, you can close this book right now. But if you wish to know about a innocent victim in the extermination of the Justice family, read on… if you dare.


The autumn breeze swept through my auburn hair as I strolled through town on my way to school. I had walked this path many times, gazing at the small retail stores that lined the street and the people that walked along the sidewalks.

I glanced at my reflection in the window of a popular cafe; a fourteen year old girl with long hair and piercing grey eyes wearing a blue sweater and black trainers stared back. Smiling at my reflection, I continued on my way, watching small sunbeams flicker through the clouds. Nothing could disrupt this peaceful morning.

Nothing, that is, but a spirit.

Looking over to the other side of the street, I was shocked to see a glowing blue figure floating above the sidewalk. No one else seemed to see it. I could have sworn that it glared at me accusingly.

A red leaf fluttered into my face; when I swatted it away, the figure was gone. I shrugged it off, thinking it must have been my imagination.

But more spirits appeared along the path as I walked. Each glared at me in loathing and disapproval. Each vanished before I could get too close. My head pounded from confusion; I had to be hallucinating, right? Spirits and ghosts didn’t exist…

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I realized that I had wandered out of town. I found myself at the edge of the forest, but it wasn’t normal. Everything was dying.
Floating in front of a giant gnarly tree was another spirit. The glare in it’s glowing eyes was full of hatred and wrath.

“You.” it’s voice sounded raspy, like a blistering wind.

“Wh-who are you?” I asked, unnerved by the spirit’s glare.

“I am one of the dead. One of the victims of your family’s crimes.” it hissed.

“Crimes?” I stammered.

“Tortures. Betrayals. Killings. Your family is nothing but scum.” it spat.

“My family…?” My survival instincts were screaming at me to run, but I felt rooted to the spot.

“Oh, the Justice family. What an ironic name for a group of murderers, thieves, and traitors.” it hissed with a dry laugh.

“W-What???” I stuttered.

“My family isn’t-”

“Are you so sure, Justice scum?” the spirit interrupted. “Have you not seen some of the spirits that your family has betrayed?”

My mind reeled back to the dozens of blue ghosts I had seen earlier.


“Those are only a small portion of victims of your family’s twisted antics. Many stayed behind in the spirit realm, unwilling to taint their pure souls in your filth. They are glad that they died so quickly, that their suffering at the hands of the Justices ended so soon. They prefer their new home in the land under this Earth. The land that will very soon become the final destination in your short, miserable life.”

Before I could ask what the spirit meant, it dissipated into the air. In its place stood a gaping hole the size of a car.

‘There has to be a mistake.’ I thought. ‘My family aren’t thieves and killers.’

And yet… when I was younger, I had locked myself out of my room, and my dad had picked the lock in one second. He didn’t earn much money, yet our family was rich. Could he…? No.

I pushed the thought away, and studied the hole, staring at the steep rocky tunnel leading down into the Earth. An eerie blue glow pulsed below the entrance.

The ground rumbled, and I nearly fell into the hole. I backed away from the strange tunnel as tendrils of grey smoke burst from the hole. The tendrils sped toward me, wrapping around my waist before I could scream. They yanked me off my feet and dragged me toward the tunnel.

I screamed for help, but no one came. My feet slipped into the hole as I grabbed a nearby tree root. I clung to that root with all my strength, slowly pulling myself out of the hole as the tendrils continued their attempt to drag me into the darkness. I thought I could make it.
I didn’t.
My hands slipped off the root as smaller tendrils coiled around my legs, and I was dragged screaming into the hole.

More tendrils of smoke curled around my waist, yanking me deeper into the darkness. I clawed at the walls and floor, desperately trying to grab onto something, anything, that could stop my forced decent. Pain flared through my hands as the jagged stones pierced my soft flesh, but I continued clawing. The tunnel grew smaller, and unearthly blue fog started swirling in the air, making it suffocatingly hard to breathe. I hit my head on the stone ceiling, and I blacked out for a few… seconds? minutes? I couldn’t tell.

I came to just as the tunnel opened up into a gigantic rock cavern filled with creepy fog and blue spirits. The tendrils released me, and I fell from the tunnel, landing sprawled on the stone floor. There I laid for a few minutes, my breath shaky and uneven, until I lifted my head to see the tunnel disappear.

A realization hit me, and I crumbled in despair.

I would never see my father or the light of day ever again.


But my story doesn’t end there. What fun would there be in that?
This was just the beginning.


Room Describtive Paragraph (English 9)

(Write a describtive paragraph started with something along the lines of ‘___ kicked off their shoes and walked into their room’ and ending with ‘Things hadn’t changed; home was still home.’

She gently opened the old wooden door to her bedroom, and walked in quietly. Instantly she was rushed with the familiar fresh smell of home. A few books fell from their perch on top of the precarious stack next to the door. As she bent down to retrieve the fallen books, she brushed her hand against the worn white carpet. The rhythmic ticking of the sun-powered owl bobber filled the room as she placed the books carefully back on their stack. Then she strolled over to her bed, which was covered in pillows and fluffy blankets. The springs in the bed creaked quietly when she sat down on the soft purple bedding. Her schoolbag lay forgotten next to her desk. Homework could wait. After a stressful day at school, the girl needed some relaxation. Staring up at the light-blue ceiling, she counted the glow-in-the-dark stars that sparkled at her. Then she glanced at all the posters of animals, dragons, and other such creatures that covered the walls of her room. A peaceful smile lit up her face as the comforts of her room melted her worries away. She grabbed a book from her desk and began reading. Things hadn’t changed; home was still home.


Show, Not Tell (English 9)

[Write a descriptive paragraph for the telling sentence below]

I was exhausted.

     Beads of sweat dripped down my face. My feet burned as if I had traveled barefoot across 20 miles of burning coal. I collapsed to the gym floor, panting like a dog, rasping breath searing my raw throat. I wanted nothing more than to drag myself home and fall asleep in my bed… but my schedule wouldn’t let me. School is a hellish nightmare of never ending pain.

“Why,” I gasped between breaths to my friend, “Why…
is PE… so hard?!”

“I… agree!” she replied.

The PE teacher blew his whistle. We peeled ourselves off the ground and trudged to the changing rooms. Wiping the sweat off my head with a towel, I took a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror. Flushed red cheeks, hair plastered to my forehead with sweat, heavy breathing… I grabbed my bag and tiredly walked to my next class. My muscles screamed in protest, but I kept walking. The faster this day was over and I could go home and rest, the better.


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