Looking for unique writing opportunities in time for Halloween? We've got you covered!Children are intrigued by Halloween, the frightful and fascinating goings-on activate their imaginations, making it the perfect topic to spark some super writing. Bring a touch of the spooktacular into your classroom and engage them in writing about something they love with these 6 spooky writing prompts. Theyr'e designed to help children start writing with ease and creativity. Each incredible image is accompanied by a story starter, grammar/punctuation challenges, questions and more to spark imagination and creativity.
"The witches hadn’t slept for three nights. The first night they’d spent deep in discussion, plotting. The second they’d spent stooped over the cauldron, muttering evil incantations as they prepared a foul and odorous brew. On the third night, the deed had been done. Without a glimmer of remorse, they took flight once again, glancing back over their shoulders at the wreckage she’d left behind. Merciless cackles escaped their chapped lips…"
Eyes wide open
"They knew it was Halloween. Things were meant to be spooky. They were meant to be scary. Something didn’t seem right though and as the children stood on the edge of the path, staring blankly ahead, they wondered if they should turn and run. The pumpkin by the door glared at them with eerie eyes. With a deep breath and a thundering heart, the bravest of the children shuffled forward…"
"Shrouded in a veil of sea mist, the ghostly galleon swept through the black ocean waves. One minute you saw her, the next you didn’t. She was like no other ship. Blink, and you missed her…"
"The creaky, old door had not been opened for years. The beast had always lived inside but nobody dared to visit. Noises that echoed from the gaps in the door had haunted those who heard them. Nobody knew where the narrow, mossy steps led to. Nobody knew what was lurking within. Groaning heavily one day, the large, wooden door slowly began to open..."
"It was the dead of night. All that could be heard was the muffled beating of the creature’s enormous wings as it soared through the inky-black sky. Behind it, at the end of a frayed length of rope, sat the coachman. Coat wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders, his mission tonight was a straightforward one: to escort the two strangers to Castle Midnight. It all seemed straightforward to him. Even if it wasn’t, he always did as the Master bade. No one ever dared to disobey the Master, especially on a night such as this…"