Last week [apologies this comes so late!] I held a chat event in CRliterature's chatroom to celebrate Love dA Lit's upcoming 100th article. Even though I was woefully unprepared things went splendidly and I didn't break anything! There were a total of four rounds each with an extra two challenge prompts for the last round.
So much love to inknalcohol for helping moderate the chat, SadisticIceCream for helping me judge and putting up with my crazy, and Evlydia for helping me out to not be so crazy and many thanks to our wonderful prize donors: thorns, inknalcohol, MeganLawler94, and neurotype. <3
'A ghost with amnesia.'
'Rite of the Nine Warped Bones'
'Dinner inside a tomb.'
'Write from the perspective of a time traveling monster.'
There must be a love story between the main character and the monster/person/evil entity prowling the Blood Country.
Use the prompt "In the Glow of Candlelit Eyes", but do not use the word candle in your poem. [Using the line 'candlelit eyes' is the only exception.]
Round 1 Winners:
what do footfalls sound like?what do footfalls sound like?
the odor of spring? the tastes of love?
senses are senseless when spirit is sundered,
memory drifts without an anchor.
i remember a globe just beyond reach,
so bright that i flinched
and was cast asunder.
compared to that vision, all else is pallid:
myself. reminiscence. the world.
The KnifeHe walked the hallways of the house each day, holding his knife in his hand. The woman he meant to kill was here, somewhere. Carefully he approached the girl he wanted, the one with the long red hair that was the mark of the devil. He had to rid the world of her, keep the world from being infected by the evil that she could spread.
Finally, he saw her. Raising his knife above his head, he brought it down upon her head. Strangely, it did no damage. He tried to stab her again, wanting nothing more than to see her blood gush down upon the sheets, ridding the world of her presence. But she was once more uninjured.
He heard someone else enter the room, shouting, “Ghost!” The girl would escape him soon, the benefit of having the devil summon spirits to help you. Ghosts to keep him from killing her. Then the light shone upon the room and he looked down upon his feet, and he could see the room through him. As soon as the realization came upon him that he was the ghos
Round 2 Winners:
RecitalThese fuckers don't have a clue. I see Jamie, shuffling up to the piano, the lights highlighting his pimples like a pizza made animate, and I smirk.
He starts to play. I put my hand to my face as he fucks up the first notes. This kid doesn't have a prayer, but that doesn't mean I have to embarrass him. Hell, he's doing a great job all on his own.
He's banging away at those keys like a goddam piledriver. Meanwhile, I'm looking at my competition. Stacy. Britney. Paul (when's he gonna come out of the closet already?) and Skye. Skye's looking at Jamie like he just discovered America or some shit.
So I'm looking at my phone, and it's not getting a signal. I look at the others, and they don't notice. They're all talking to each other. Dumb fucks. Damn, Jamie's going to town on those keys. He's only playing nine notes after all, what the hell's he so focused on?
This is stupid. I'm restarting my phone. This building is so fucking old that something has to be...wait.
Round 3 Winners:
Dinner Inside a Tomb"Mom, is dinner ready?" Tommy asked, his stomach growling.
"Be respectful of your Mummy," Rafe retorted to his son. "She's worked all day on making you this meal. You can wait."
"No I can't," the boy replied under his breath.
And all it took was just one look from Rafe. One damaging, frightening look of the eyes, and Tommy was in his place.
"It's okay," Rachel replied as she brought the elements of dinner in. "Besides, you haven't even moved your wrappings away. How will you eat?"
"Oh yeah!" Tommy said. He was always forgetting about the wrappings in front of his mouth. Sometimes he would forget and try to eat with the wrappings on.
"I made this new dish. It's called chicken nuggets," Rachel replied as she sat down.
Her response was met with sounds of wonder. Chicken nuggets were quite a new thing for the family of three, and she was anxious to see how they liked them.
"It sure smells good," Rafe commented.
"Now, we need to hurry. It's almost sun up. The tourists will be
Dinner In a TombShe always did love pomegranates.
She didn't know I'd poisoned them, when I left them on the table when she came to retrieve her belongings. She didn't know I'd already found a new place, that I'd set her a trap, a plan to bring her here, down, down into the catacombs that are now my kingdom.
She stares at me now, dark circles beneath wide, empty eyes. I offer her another seed.
"Come now, my dear. Do have something to eat. You look deathly pale." I flash her a grin she ignores.
I butter bread and place it in her cold hand. "I've arranged this feast, just for the two of us, and you haven't even the good graces to eat it?" Her blue lips offer no excuses for her rudeness.
The bread slips from her hand. I retrieve it, curl her fingers around the crusty edge. "Try again, darling. You'll get the hang of it."
I brush golden curls back from her bloodless face.
"I told you you'd never escape me. My hell is your hell, my love."
Round 4 Winners:
Innocent SacrifiesHe had to prevent the destruction that had happen to the world. If he goes back and kill the ancestor of She without a name, the life they have now will change. The trip was going to be a one way street so to be fair they drew stones. It was Jim who pulled the red stone out of the bag at the ceremony, so it was his duty. Stepping in the tube, he looked around for the last time.
In a blink of the eye, he was sent back to 2012. He popped so fast that he fell down into the rotten smelling swamp. The air from the future was rank but this was even worse. He must be somewhere in the state of Florida in the everglades and it was going to be a long walk to get to the next town.
A scream splits through the air as he crawls out to the road. To his surprise it was his target. How lucky he could be. He crossed over to her, grabbing the knife that he had on his belt. He was going to be merciful and make it fast. But at the last moment he couldn't do it. He had never killed a p
Thank you again to everyone who came and who participated, I certainly have had some trouble sleeping since reading everyone's work. There were so many spooky stories and frightening poems that I can't help but mention all the great pieces written during the event.
The Ghost by MeganLawler94.
Amnesia Ghost by ChristalKitto
untitled by doodlerTM
A Ghost With Amnesia by AeternusVotum
Walking Shadow by PhotoPhobee
Warped by LadyBrookeCelebwen
Rite of the Nine Warped Bones by HaveTales-WillTell
Rite by ChristalKitto
Rite of the Nine Warped Bones by AeternusVotum
The Tomb by LadyBrookeCelebwen
tomb by ChristalKitto
Dinner For None by HaveTales-WillTell
Settle For Dirt by Carmalain7
Dinner in the tomb by PhotoPhobee
The Scariest Thing Ever by HaveTales-WillTell