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Post by Insanitytea on May 3, 2013 12:11:51 GMT
This month i want a piece of writing on vampires or the concept of vampirism. No twilight vamps though, kay? Lets get creative and pay homage to one of the greatest monsters to not live!
Post your entries to this board; the three best will be displayed in the horror catagory. Good Luck!
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Post by RaisinHell on May 11, 2013 3:38:25 GMT
I, for one, am on the side of werewolves.
But I will write a story since I had nothing better at work then to think of creative writing.
WARNING: Thar be romance amuck
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Post by RaisinHell on May 15, 2013 12:55:31 GMT
Here`s my piece:
CHOP! The blade hit the wood, and blood splattered across the countertop. The knife wiggled free from the meat, and he started to to push the slab of flesh towards the end of the cutting board. He carried on with slab of beef, cutting or sometimes hacking the raw stuff into cubes. Sound floating through the door less frame that led from the kitchen to the living room, and light flickered across the face of the women slumped back in the armchair as she watched the television. The young man slapped the butcher knife over and over, razing the meat thanks to being tough to cut, and the women sat abruptly up. "Damn it boy, you're butchering the meat all the fuck up." she said hoarsely, glaring at him with narrowed eyes but made no attempt to help. Instead. she held her gaze for as long as she could muster, before it was grabbed up by whatever was on the telly, and flopped herself back into the squishy chair.
Graham stood there longer, looking at his stepmother with a mask of indifference, but it was long past the time to say he disliked her. After a moment, he turned back to his bloody handiwork and swept the meat into a pot and turned the back burner on. He swept a wet washcloth over the counter to erase the crimson spots that littered its surface. Cranked the can-opener's knob to slice open the tomato soup lid, watching it splash sloppily into the pot with the cubed beef. Tossing in pre-prepared frozen vegetables and stirred it even. Leaving it to bubble gently, he walked over to the dinner table, sweeping the newspapers and bills to one end of the oblong surface to uncover the book he was supposed to read for school.
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