Give me something that will chill me to the core. Or leave me with a haunted sense of awe. I look forward to reading your entries.
If you would be so kind to stop by my page too that would be cool.
Stephanie
If you would be so kind to stop by my page too that would be cool.
Stephanie
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on August 18, 2008
- Rewards: Gold: 300, Silver: 50, Bronze: 30, Honorable mention: 1 people
- Final notes: Thanks all for the wonderfully haunting entries. I enjoyed the contest - hope you did too. Congratulations to the worthy winners.
Contest Winners
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She wore a dress of silk that day
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Now I am merely a wispy silhouette
of the child I used to beby Errant Panther 37 lines, 16 comments, on Mar 15 10:27 AM 2007. In Dark, Sad, Pain, Contemporary, Other, Thoughts
Silver trophy winner
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I was a product of THEIR society, THEIR world, that made it necessary for me to become what I am...what I was.by kyuuketsuki ai 47 lines, 5 comments, on Aug 6 12:16 AM 2008. In History, Sad, Sadness, Humanity, Death, Longing, Lost in thought, Dreams
Bronze trophy winner
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Never dying, ever crying an innocent in hell, Ephemeral in lifetime, no time to say farewell.• Commented on by judge. [remove]
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With Death I went out walking
On a clouded winter’s dayby Perfect-Pain 44 lines, 6 comments, on Aug 11 4:36 AM 2008• Commented on by judge. [remove] -
A Father Haunted
Twas the turning of the 19th century• Commented on by judge. [remove]
Gold trophy winner
Honorable mention
Entries [28]
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Dedicated to those who love to be seriously spooked! Borley Rectory before the mysterious fire.by Kazytc 62 lines, 7 comments, on Jul 18 8:37 PM 2008. In Spooky/True• Commented on by judge. Prewrite
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You don't think she's real. The rest of us think your crazy.by nannalishious 25 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 8 11:36 AM 2007• Commented on by judge. Prewrite
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Just down the hill at Saint John’s Hollow / out of the forest emerged a white horse / and drunk on my wine I endeavored to follow / upon hiby Intravenous Jesus 64 lines, 5 comments, on Jul 22 11:49 PM 2007• Commented on by judge. Prewrite
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Halloween fell dark earlier that night
As footsteps slowly following me up the hill• Commented on by judge. Prewrite -
One night when moon was full and bright,
her demons took to shadows,by Vampstress 61 lines, 25 comments, on Apr 21 6:06 AM 2005. In Weird• Commented on by judge. Prewrite -
I caught you
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Stick voodoo dolls with Needles endorsed with tristeby Jasmine Rayne 25 lines, 3 comments, on Jul 27 9:16 PM 2008• Commented on by judge. Prewrite
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Oh the stories old houses tell of abuse and murders and they react them so well .Are you safe there in the walls about you today or is th• Commented on by judge.
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wooden stairs polished to a gleam
age smoothing the patina to a rich slippery sheenby malkinpuss 28 lines, 67 comments, on Jan 3 9:56 PM 2006. In Dark• Commented on by judge. Prewrite -
the sheets still slightly crumpled
on her side of bedby bluecollarlove 14 lines, 15 comments, on Aug 27 11:36 PM 2007• Commented on by judge. Prewrite -
Please read while in the darkness of your own nightmares so as to do the poem justice• Commented on by judge. Prewrite
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The ghost of the lane way stopped there And raised her arms so high,• Commented on by judge. Prewrite
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I watched the glimmer of the moonlightagainst the dark and blackened hill,a cold dread crept around my hea• Commented on by judge. Prewrite
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The thunderous pounding
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Take no heed of your television screen because it bleeds with schedules of silent denial . . . instead listenby marc creamore 89 lines, 15 comments, on Apr 12 12:48 PM 2008. In Angst, Society, Personal, Thoughts• Commented on by judge. Prewrite
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Child.
Never dying, ever crying an innocent in hell,
Ephemeral in lifetime, no time to say farewell.
Just hatred pure and growing, from the moment of his death,
Small hands that cling and suffocate and rob the livings breath,
Dark anger from an angel that never grew to live,
No love or tender feeling did he ever learn to give,
Compassion never grew inside just willingness to kill,
An aching void to satiate and with his blood lust, fill.
Dead satans child,sad spawn from hell,foul patrilineal sib,
Lying tortured from his infancy, blood dripping from his crib…
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