Welcome to the Best of the Beanies curation compilation of some of the top stories from this week's Spill The Beans Creative Writing Prompt.
These authors gave us some amazing content, and we would like to highlight them with the hope that you will take a look and perhaps vote for their post, and leave a comment or a tip for the authors.
Our pick of the top stories covered all the elements of what creative writing involves, and is in keeping with community standards. These authors showed personality and took great pride in creating an epic story that got the judges hooked and wanting more.
The Best of the Beanies, in no particular order - they were all so good!
Who the Hell Made my Coffee by @zeraton
"I know, I know!" Frank replied. "But what the hell am I suppose to do?!" he said as tears flowed down his cheek.
His friend then sighed deeply, and leaned over, reaching out for his hand. "Pff... it's not the best option, but it's a pretty effective one: get rid of the body!"
Judgement Day: a Letter from Beyond! by @kei2
"I want to make it to heaven". Jensen said very excitedly.
"You are never going to make it to heaven in that horrible costume. The doors of heaven will be forever shut to you," I mocked.
Message from Beyond by @universoperdido
The ouija board was already on the table, the candles were lit and the ceremonial coffee was ready. Every Halloween, Janice and Rachel got together to play ouija and summon spirits. They had been doing it since that day, the day Courtney died
Coffee Club by @itsostylish
Reciprocation swirls thick through the room; you may not come as you go.
I feel the pull of the everlasting, I resist because I know.
I never dance to Mr Leo’s strings, I plug my ears.
Naturally, the reason for my trepidation is the eradications that occur.
Mr Leo, simply, takes those that concur.
He doesn’t work against a person’s will, his sorcery is convoluted, you’ve got to give him your will.
Candy, Trick or Coffee? by @jetta.amaya
He sat down at the table, took the cup and began to drink the coffee. He looked at the emptiness while the coffee ran down his throat. His leg trembled anxiously, he wondered what mystery he would discover when the cup was empty. When he drank the last sip he was stunned. He didn't know how but something inside him knew, he was the boy the house had chosen that year, it had chosen him long ago.
Blessed is the Coffee on Halloween by @susurrodmisterio
In the decaying room, the depressed woman stands in a corner praying on her knees asking heaven for help to save her while the surrounding atmosphere becomes even more gloomy, a dense fog spreads throughout the air preventing visibility, but letting perceive cries of pain and hardship of the damned spirits that overwhelm the desperate mind of Johanna who begins to feel again how the horror gets into her bones making her succumb to despair in an inconsolable cry of repentance, at the same time that a shiver runs through her dry skin producing lacerations that betray the putrefaction of her being corrupted by evil.
It was a night that had no light and there was a weather event that had a lot of wind and blowing rain by @lordtimoty
The pair left the campsite, and while Milly was relieved to find a take away coffee in the next town they drove through, forever after she was suspicious of the night that Leaky may, or may not, have tried to kill her.
Coffee at Hallows' Café by @ladytitan
"Compliments of Hallows' Café. Thanks for spending the night with us," the waitress said.
"Wait. What do you mean 'spend the night with us'?" Wendy grabbed the waitress' bony wrist. Her skin was shockingly cold and clammy. Wendy released the wrist fast. The waitress grinned, displaying rotten teeth with black plaques around them.
A Sweet Stash of Beans by @captainquack22
The smell of leaves in the cold crisp air, as I walk through the forest near.
Apples on the tree fall, as my footsteps echo in the cold night, the weather clear.
Trying to maintain my positive thoughts but lurking is the essence of fear.
Cold, damp air, but everything will be fine I swear.
I hear....
The Curse of the Coffee Fortune Teller by @chacald.dcymt
Margel wanted to be calm, but she was human and the fear of death gripped her body. She begged for mercy and was not heard. So as they placed a thick rope around her thin, white neck, she cursed them and condemned them that, every year on that day at midnight spirits would take over the earth and evil would reign among the living.
Well, that's it for the Best of the Beanies for this week's prompt.
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