Thyralax Report post Posted October 23, 2009 Morcraven Marsh By a annominous poet of Draia Windy, dark, and always wetA stranger better watch his step For if you slip into the arms Of Morcraven Marsh Feel the cold touch of the eternal lover No color, no shape, no dimmest light A wiser man would flee with fright It's not good for the most If your soul gets lost Swamp candles guiding your way Then you hear a sound quite scary Hope it is not anything hairy No, just a soldier long dead Shaking its head Empty eyes full of feelings unsaid Another sound, it makes you turn Oh, you see the mighty Iazurn Face lit with joy: "Come closer, boy Let me see what we have here" "I feared I couldn't finish my potion That is such an awful notion But look what I found Walking around The missing ingredient - a wandering fool" Let the feast begin! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Trodyn Report post Posted October 25, 2009 The wind was bitter, like a cold iron knife slowly worming its way through the deep folds of my cloak. In front of me, the campfire was flickering merrily, and I huddled closer to its warmth, feeling the dry warmth slowly toasting my hands. Sparing a glance away from the embers and sizzling meat, I shuddered, for it seemed that the stark trees were clawing at the sides of the clearing, their bare twigs waving in the night air like the bony fingers of half starved goblins. Shaking my head, I told myself off for being a fool; the trees were only as grim as my imagination made them. Still, as I plucked my venison off its little bed of coals, I could almost hear the darkness laughing at my innocence. It was well that the moon was bright, for I doubted that evil would show itself under Aluwen’s bright gaze. Cursing the ferans for invading just when I could have used the comfort of a few swords at my side, I quickly finished the crisped meat and then stood up to shake the stiffness from my limbs. A tiny brownie had stepped out from between the shadowed trees, and even as I peered at it in surprise, it shifted from one foot to another, seemingly regarding the bright blade at my waist. I wondered if it had been attracted by the warmth of my fire, but my musings were cut short as it seemed to reach a decision, crushing a miniscule handful of some dark substance in its hands. The little creature seemed to swell, bones writhing under a thin layer of hairy skin, its howl of unbearable pain ripping into my ears. I muttered an invocation to the goddess, for facing me was a thing not from nature, but of some black pit of Hell. It smiled, revealing long yellow fangs that gnashed of their own accord. As the mouth opened, blood oozed out, coursing in clotted runnels from a dozen of fetid sores. Then, it was at me, a hate filled maelstrom of lashing claws, its eyes burning with a loathing of man. Falling under its weight, I felt sharp teeth sink into the folds of my neck, and sharp talons rending the bare skin of my arm into a burning, pulpy mess. Striking blindly with the pommel of my blade, I felt the thing’s skull crack like an egg, but still I lashed out, again, and again, until I felt the savage grip at my neck fall away. Exhausted, I fell back, bright white sparks flowing in front of my eyes. Vaguely wondering if more of the creature’s fellows were beaming in, I cursed and pulled myself up so that my back was protected by a half rotten log. A group of fighters was standing around me, ogling at my pitiful state and clutching feran horns in their blood smeared hands. “Jeez,” one of them muttered, “You’d have thought that something invaded Isla Prima.” Confused, I glanced around the ruined campsite, feeling some subtle poison working its way through my veins. Slumped against me was the inch long body of a dead, but perfectly harmless looking brownie. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Thyralax Report post Posted October 26, 2009 A mystery writers entry There must have been a storm that night, a flash of light, the chill of fright. An invasion descended upon the lands. Evil monsters with murderous demands. Zombie Vampire Werewolf Spiders from the Sun They harm for 200 and spawn by the dozen, so use your dis and run. The fiendish ghouls will BRoD the fools who stay to fight. The only way to save your life is to take flight. Zombie Vampire Werewolf Spiders from the Sun, they've come to pwn us all. Drink your speed hax. Grab your steel axe an run run run run run. Fresh blood will summon evil beings with souls of demons. And those who wish to fight, the eternal army will beckon. It grows stronger by the second. Zombie Vampire Werewolf Spiders from the Sun They'll paralyze. They'll eat your eyes. and end your days of fun. will close the contest tonight so if you have a entry this is your very last chance to submit it Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Thyralax Report post Posted October 26, 2009 Okay thats the final curtain guys and gals. Competition is now closed We will announce the winners on sunday the 1st November evening GMT around a nice campfire someplace. Thank you to everyone who has submitted a piece. Im allready having trouble sleeping Thanks a bunch Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Thyralax Report post Posted November 2, 2009 and the winners of the scary story contest are 1st place: Raistlin 2nd place: Nova 3rd place: wormwood however i would like to take a moment to just congratulate EVERYONE who submitted a piece. they were all fantastic and very entertaining. I know the judges had trouble picking winners from them all Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
