Poetry competition CLOSED 15th November 2012 10:55am
WINNER
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
RUNNER-UP:
NotTheProtagonist
Micro Horror Story
Anonymous
Thanks for the entries everyone, some great stuff coming out here.
I pull my motorcycle up to the curb
I can’t believe I’m doing this
Listening to that crazy old man
I walk into the retirement community
Past Mr. Mulligan’s little house
Past his garden of dug up plants
“Damn kids musta pulled up me garlic!”
Why would I listen to him?
I could have satisfied him with lies
Ensuring him the new caretakers have nothing to hide
But Mr. Mulligan had been so determined
As I approach I can see a dull glow from the caretaker’s house
I creep over to the shed
Darkness
I fumble for my lighter
The orange flame dimly douses three swinging silhouettes of hanging bodies into sight
And reflects silver blood painted withered skin
I freeze
And exit
I pace away from the shed
“Hey!” Somebody is calling out
I walk faster
I can hear the crunching of gravel close behind
I start to run
I can’t believe I’m doing this
Listening to that crazy old man
I walk into the retirement community
Past Mr. Mulligan’s little house
Past his garden of dug up plants
“Damn kids musta pulled up me garlic!”
Why would I listen to him?
I could have satisfied him with lies
Ensuring him the new caretakers have nothing to hide
But Mr. Mulligan had been so determined
As I approach I can see a dull glow from the caretaker’s house
I creep over to the shed
Darkness
I fumble for my lighter
The orange flame dimly douses three swinging silhouettes of hanging bodies into sight
And reflects silver blood painted withered skin
I freeze
And exit
I pace away from the shed
“Hey!” Somebody is calling out
I walk faster
I can hear the crunching of gravel close behind
I start to run
England in snow is the least threatening thing, the most naive and beautiful thing. Nothing bad nor evil could taint the faint dusting of white powder snow that dances and teases a poor dog's nose, one who has never before met the whiteness of his surroundings.
He freezes.
Suddenly dog, an animal built for the snow and ice is running, muscles rippling. He snuffs and squeaks as suddenly the powder snow is no longer a soft and pristine forever, but a layer, a layer before the deep and evil darkness shows it’s gorgon face.
The boy hadn't read the rules. Six feet, deep enough and not that much hard work. But he had to settle for three. Half the number we use, the deep and disgusting. Before long, the dog had found a hair, then a hand, until suddenly the snow wasn't white anymore.
The snow was blonde and red.
He freezes.
Suddenly dog, an animal built for the snow and ice is running, muscles rippling. He snuffs and squeaks as suddenly the powder snow is no longer a soft and pristine forever, but a layer, a layer before the deep and evil darkness shows it’s gorgon face.
The boy hadn't read the rules. Six feet, deep enough and not that much hard work. But he had to settle for three. Half the number we use, the deep and disgusting. Before long, the dog had found a hair, then a hand, until suddenly the snow wasn't white anymore.
The snow was blonde and red.
Joanna washed the pot and put it to drain. Two hours until he’s home, she mused. She stepped outside, her fingers grasping at the cigarettes in her pocket. Mike would have said nothing and everything with his reproachful glances. She sighed at the thought and idly gazed into the twilight and the quiet; their home was two miles from the main roads.
At the sound of tires on the gravel she jerked her head up. A cruel emptiness twisted in her chest and she steadied herself against the bare oak as the police officer approached her. It was Mike’s rookie partner, back early, and without him.
“Mrs Goulman?”
He looked at her pale face, mute and staring. He led her gently to the car, and helped her into the back seat. Numbly, she waited to hear the words.
The last sounds she heard were his grunts and her own sobs.
At the sound of tires on the gravel she jerked her head up. A cruel emptiness twisted in her chest and she steadied herself against the bare oak as the police officer approached her. It was Mike’s rookie partner, back early, and without him.
“Mrs Goulman?”
He looked at her pale face, mute and staring. He led her gently to the car, and helped her into the back seat. Numbly, she waited to hear the words.
The last sounds she heard were his grunts and her own sobs.
She proceeded, oblivious to curses cast.
Nervous energy shook her as dozens filled the cafe.
Diners shared laughs over lunch,
unaware their lungs filled with last breaths.
Along with wearing the vest,
Khava had swallowed combustive chemicals, even
held some in anal cavity so that projectiles
would hurl outwardly for maximum target damage.
Here culminated a brief live`s work.
Amid her cries to G*D, she depressed ignition button.
Both Bomb AND Shaman`s invocation released.
Khava`s time-sense shrank to a slug`s crawl.
Agony tortured her soul as skin,
muscle, ligaments ripped off bone for hours,
not milliseconds. Amid her own twisted shrieks,
she watched her youthful body tear into
hundreds of pieces as fleshy husk, then guts
flew away, horribly aflame. Alien odors of burnt innards
touched her nasal receptors. The sick taste of herself accompanied
as Khava`s head,
in the slowest of freeze-frame motion,
dropped to freshly un-occupied ground.
Anonymous
G'day Cthonian, haha, I got an entry here, it's a fictional prose based on an actual event during World War I, enjoy it! -
Warlencourt - Eaucourt
A powerful vibration came through the ground.. the German artillery was shredding through British-French trench defence systems, unaware of the oncoming division behind them.
"Fucking move it" The commanding officer, David grunted in haste, "We got this ONE chance to go in completely unnoticed, and don't you fuck this one up boys." "Let's tear 'em a new arsehole!"
Moving in packs of 5 storming every building and every crevice.
"This coffee' joint fucking reeks of German swine mate" Johnny spat in disgust.
"Mate, the fuck is wrong with you? I mean, comn on, you've had the shits since Amiens! Get the fuck over it, he ain't coming back."
Alex screamed in rage "I fucking know that mate!" I lost my fucking brother I swore to protect, what am I gonna tell mum? She'll fucking cark it mate!!"
Alex speared John to the ground as German machine gun fire ripped through the flimsy structure of the 'walk in' coffee' shop.
"Feuer Frei!!" A stray German let loose on Alex and John.
John army rolled to his handgun on the counter and discharged a round into the 'kharrenheinz' skull.
"Fuck mate!" He was a right cunt!" Alex.. mate. Get up!"
"John.." Alex stammered.. I've been shot.."
Warlencourt - Eaucourt
A powerful vibration came through the ground.. the German artillery was shredding through British-French trench defence systems, unaware of the oncoming division behind them.
"Fucking move it" The commanding officer, David grunted in haste, "We got this ONE chance to go in completely unnoticed, and don't you fuck this one up boys." "Let's tear 'em a new arsehole!"
Moving in packs of 5 storming every building and every crevice.
"This coffee' joint fucking reeks of German swine mate" Johnny spat in disgust.
"Mate, the fuck is wrong with you? I mean, comn on, you've had the shits since Amiens! Get the fuck over it, he ain't coming back."
Alex screamed in rage "I fucking know that mate!" I lost my fucking brother I swore to protect, what am I gonna tell mum? She'll fucking cark it mate!!"
Alex speared John to the ground as German machine gun fire ripped through the flimsy structure of the 'walk in' coffee' shop.
"Feuer Frei!!" A stray German let loose on Alex and John.
John army rolled to his handgun on the counter and discharged a round into the 'kharrenheinz' skull.
"Fuck mate!" He was a right cunt!" Alex.. mate. Get up!"
"John.." Alex stammered.. I've been shot.."
just another try..follows more a fantastical speculative fiction genre:)
The Last Hope
Tactical sabotage display as if a page torn from Arthasastra...
He fights them now, this time not against Alexander the Great though!
An icy stare over his shuddering alien prey, visible only with blinding green crystalline bulbous eyeballs of flocculous poison liquids spewing in each vision, ends just in minutes.A ballistic throw of his activated nictitating membrane bombers filled with choking vaporous mists dictates his win, curbs their rays from spiky tentacles with electrified dendrites emitting chromosome-eating ions..
Last minute trick to save left out traces of (malformed) humans has worked out well.
Secret summit at some unidentified space ship floating with the only survivors cracked his gene sequence to bring him to life again.
And, he does all the rest!
Pulls his sikha over booming mountain chest, sits cool over green bloody mound of toppled pot-heads. Cloned C, need to stay for some time now in earthly vigil..
Chanakya!!
The Last Hope
Tactical sabotage display as if a page torn from Arthasastra...
He fights them now, this time not against Alexander the Great though!
An icy stare over his shuddering alien prey, visible only with blinding green crystalline bulbous eyeballs of flocculous poison liquids spewing in each vision, ends just in minutes.A ballistic throw of his activated nictitating membrane bombers filled with choking vaporous mists dictates his win, curbs their rays from spiky tentacles with electrified dendrites emitting chromosome-eating ions..
Last minute trick to save left out traces of (malformed) humans has worked out well.
Secret summit at some unidentified space ship floating with the only survivors cracked his gene sequence to bring him to life again.
And, he does all the rest!
Pulls his sikha over booming mountain chest, sits cool over green bloody mound of toppled pot-heads. Cloned C, need to stay for some time now in earthly vigil..
Chanakya!!
Anonymous
Thanks for all the entries everyone. Just over an hour before the contest closes.
Anonymous
Congratulations to Mr A, Jack Heslop and NotTheProtagonist. All three were equally great in my eyes, but Mr A's entry was unsettling and eerie enough to just clinch it. NotTheProtagonist's entry was another I really enjoyed, it seemed to have the right amount of classic Hammer-style horror I was looking for.
Thanks to everyone else who took part in the contest, very good entries from all.
EDIT - Additional entries very welcome still.
Thanks to everyone else who took part in the contest, very good entries from all.
EDIT - Additional entries very welcome still.
Anonymous
Congratulations Mr. A!
Anonymous
[font=Verdana]Well done MrA, ya eerie bastard!
