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okay here's my entry. It is exactly 1500 worsds  I'm not sure if it will be too good because I have never written something this depressing before. But I wanted to do something like this because Halloween's coming up soon. I'm not goth or anything, this is my first totally depressing piece of writing. I like it and I hope you do!
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All was silent. Not the nice silence that makes you feel calm and comforted, but the dark eerie silence that makes you twitch nervously. The kind of silence that scares you because there shouldn’t be silence, like you should be hearing something you’re not. The kind of silence that hangs in the air like mist, the kind of silence that seems to cling to your skin with cold, formless fingers. The kind of silence that makes people on the street quicken their pace in unprovoked alarm. The kind of silence that makes people start at the slightest sound, makes clammy sweat break out on their brow.
The kind of silence that She loves. The kind of silence that is perfect for Her hunting.
That kind of silence.
She slunk across the mist-shrouded streets like a shadow, Her footsteps making no sound when they should. Her eyes glowed green-yellow, eerie, set like forbidden jewels into the mask of Her face. Nothing about Her stood out; She blended into Her surroundings, melted with shadows, dodged moonlight, defied life and meaning.
She is not alive. She is not dead. She is not welcomed, but She is not shunned because She is not known. She is loyal only to one person and that one person is loyal only to Her.
She paused in mid-step, a ripple in Her fluid movements, and raised Her glowing eyes to a window about halfway up the old building in front of Her. She sank sinuously into a chrouched position and hurled Herself into the air towards the small opening without a pause. She landed perfectly balanced on the window ledge, Her tail out for balance.
The eerie, captivating eyes took in the scene before Her with pleasure. The floor of the small house was bare as were the ceiling beams above Her head, there were two cots placed at opposite ends of the room and the possessions of the college students that lived there were scattered around the room.
A cross between a purr and a deadly growl rose in Her throat as She looked at the two boys in the room. One was lying diagonally across his cot and muttering something that made the other boy, who was sitting splay-legged across his cot, laugh. Then the one laying down sat up suddenly.
“What is it?” asked the other boy, his voice a little worried.
They both stood up and took a couple steps forward.
“Ssh,” the first boy whispered, eyes locked on Her now.
Her eyes narrowed, She didn’t like the looks this boy. He looked as if he had seen Ser before. As a matter of fact, he looked familiar to Her, those unusually bright blue eyes against the boy’s pallid skin and long black hair… She was almost certain that they had met before. If only She could remember where.
“Is that a cat? No, it can’t be. It’s too big and its got...Breck, what are those?” the second boy whispered. His brown eyes grew wider in fear and he raised a dark brown hand to place it on Breck’s shoulder.
The contrast between the two boys was drastic; Breck was pale in the extreme while the other boy was such a dark brown that he blended into the shadows. And yet they looked exactly the same, both pairs of eyes panic-stricken, both pairs of legs frozen in place, both completely locked in place with fear.
“I think I’ve seen it before,” Breck whispered and then gulped convulsively in fear.
“I think we should go…,” the dark boy whispered back, trying to turn away.
Her eyes grew wide with anticipation and the slit-like pupils widened. She bared Her glistening white fangs. The dark boy pulled on Jake’s shirt and they moved frantically to the door.
But She was faster. In the blink of an eye, She leapt to the floor, sprinted to the door and slipped lithely into a crouch with Her four powerful limbs splayed, head lowered and fangs visible.
A growl sounded in Her throat. The two boys backed up instinctively.
The first kill was easy. Her muscles tensed beneath Her impatiently and She hurled herself at Breck. He barely dodged and She landed a step behind the dark boy, used Her momentum to swing around and then, in one movement, pounced on the dark boy and knocked him to the floor.
He screamed in terror and it was music to Her ears. She placed her jaws around the boy’s jugular. She unsheathed her claws and sunk them into his back, he screamed again. And then, almost casually, She snapped her jaws and with a sickening crunch, ended his life. The warm blood spilled into Her mouth and She welcomed the bittersweet taste of it. But She mustn’t eat him, Master had been very particular about that.
She turned instead to Breck and was satisfied with the look in his eyes. She knew what She must look like to him. She was an image of nightmares, Her eyes glowing eerily, ghostly against Her blood smeared muzzle and black shaggy fur, Her huge leonine form shuddering with excitement, Her claws scraping against the floorboards as She shifted, Her blood-stained fangs gleaming in the dim moonlight, and Her tail twitching in anticipation.
She advanced slowly, sinuously, dramatically. The only sounds against the darkness were the scraping of Her talon-like claws, Breck’s labored breath, and the ever present growl from deep inside Her barrel chest.
He backed away as slowly as She approached. He jumped when his back hit a wall and he found himself backed into a corner. She slipped into a crouch and saw his breath catch. She snarled, a deadly sound, enjoying Herself now as she watched his eyes widen in abject fear.
She feinted to the left, towards the door, luring him out of the corner, toying with him. He took the bait.
She pounced and knocked him flat to the ground as he sprinted for the door. She crouched on his chest, knowing fully how much She weighed, and raised a paw to his sweaty face. He closed his eyes and his breathing accelerated. She brushed the back of Her paw, claws out, across his face. She was enjoying Herself now. This was what she did, this was what She lived for. She placed her paw back on his chest and opened Her jaws wide, displaying Her impressive teeth. He opened his mouth in response, She assumed he meant to scream, but no sound came out.
Suddenly, out of the darkness, a mist appeared. Purple black in color, swirling around the small figure which was growing gradually more visible.
She recognized her Master immediately, and a purr escaped Her throat. She took in the beloved figure with eager eyes; the long, wavy, jet-black hair, the large, purple-red eyes framed by a thick fringe of eyelashes, the slim shoulders and swooping black dress, and the pale face made paler by dark black make-up combined made her the single most beautiful person She had ever seen, made her the most beautiful person anyone had ever seen.
Shelifted a finger lazily to call off her monster and payed no attention to the shivering young boy at her feet, simply called Her to her side and stroked the coarse black fur.
“Good girl,” she whispered and was answered by a thrumming purr.
“Wh- who are you?” Breck gasped, still panic stricken.
“I am the Mistress of Death, I am neither alive nor dead,” she answered coolly, “but we are about to determine which one you will be and thus who I am is besides the point.”
He nodded slowly, his eyes going wide with fear.
“Now on to business,” she smiled sweetly, “The Devil has been watching you for some time now. Oh yes, there is a devil. He thinks you would be perfect for his army; strong minded, able bodied, handsome…” she brushed a long, black fingernail across his cheek. He closed his eyes and shivered as if her touch brought death itself.
She smiled sweetly at him when he opened his eyes, “Now can you give me any reason not to kill you? I would really enjoy having you on our side.”
“If you were after me, why did… that”-he gestured towards Her-“kill De’ondre too?”
“Witness,” the Mistress of Death waved her hand dismissively, “Now are you going to give me a reason?”
Breck’s breath quickened as his mind scrambled for a reason.
“No? Good. I’m going to like having you on our side,” she smiled and gestured toward him, “He’s all yours. Try not to make too much of a mess.”
“No, wait! Please!”
“The Devil waits for no one. And he is getting impatient.”
Breck continued to scream for mercy as he fell to the ground under Her weight until She constricted his breath with her paw and then went for the jugular again.
He fell silent.
It was then that She realized who Breck reminded her of: the Mistress of Death.
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| Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 5:37 pm Post subject: |
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Thanks for submitting. This was definitely something that fit in well with the rest of the month
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| Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 11:38 pm Post subject: |
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| must submit by.....? What's the deadline? |
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| Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 1:34 pm Post subject: |
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| Oooh! This sounds fun! I'm gonna have a go at it...and post the entry up, and PM you the link? |
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| Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 1:52 pm Post subject: |
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Huh? What's this contest?
I'd like to try to submit something, but I need to know more
about everything like the rules, theme, deadline etc... |
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| Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 1:57 pm Post subject: |
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Never mind; I read your first post!  I should have done that before I said anything!
Do I have to post my enty here, or can I PM it to you?
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| Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 5:21 pm Post subject: |
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HI everybody!
Plus-One: Thanks so much for entering. The judging will start on Nov. 10th. For your questions, just look at the first post on this topic. That should get rid of any confusion.
Ayra: Go ahead and enter!!!!! Its fine with me if you want to PM me your entry, whatever works for you.
Miziceberg: Love the Avvy!  The current deadline, (after the exstention) is November 10th. That is also they day the judging will begin.
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| Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 2:10 am Post subject: |
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My poem:
Ocean
I was a child once too—
a lonely one, to tell you the truth—
the only one, in a family of two.
Running around in the weeds
knee-high and prickling,
like the hairs on my father’s bald head
as emerald as the sky in the rain.
Puppies stalking me here and fro
their pulpy fur a shade too light
to be considered real gold.
And then, the one I want
with a blue string around its neck
bites my bare toes, and it tickles;
but I, too young to choose, had to rely
on my father, who wanted a male.
And so we chose the crown of the dogs,
with fur as thick as the pasture—
a sturdy fella, he was, and handsome.
You can only fall in love once in a lifetime,
and that day I fell in love
with the ocean.
But my love, the blue, was lost
forever
a seed in waves of emerald green
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| Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 3:34 am Post subject: |
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Hmm...I might join...depends if I can write something up in time. Dun-dun-dun that means I must start taking my writing journal to school!
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| Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 6:09 pm Post subject: |
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Thanks!
Two entries is fine, but no more please!
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| Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 7:33 pm Post subject: |
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Five days left!!!!!
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| Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 5:45 pm Post subject: |
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Deadline tomorrow!! -crosses fingers- xD
Is the deadline at the end of tomorrow or some time in the middle by whatever time zone you are in?? |
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| Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2007 4:13 pm Post subject: |
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Umm, well I guess the judging starts today, but I will go on accepting entries for anothere day or two. If you are in the middle of a piece to enter, just let me know, since I will still let you enter.  |
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