tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post6874014778331577029..comments2024-03-18T09:09:59.625-04:00Comments on Janet Reid, Literary Agent: Most Terrifying Contest Ever!/CONTEST NOW CLOSED TO ENTRIESJanet Reidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00615380335938685231noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-25649055866277882862011-10-22T11:58:48.605-04:002011-10-22T11:58:48.605-04:00“Slay the witch,” rails the wretched old reverend ...“Slay the witch,” rails the wretched old reverend from his lofty perch. I fly through the wood, possessor of Mother’s precious, unforsaken secrets. Fearless, there is only the deadly exhilaration of the chase. <br />I slither free of my heavy gown and petticoats, better to blithely glide like a ghost betwixt the trees. Unseen now, I dart over the fragrant decay of the fallen forest canopy. The fools decry the ancient rites as insalubrious, but my love of them is all-consuming. <br />Bearing apple and nut, I rejoice upon reaching the gift-laden altar. There, bare as a babe, I will celebrate Samhain.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-72085857543506675612011-10-22T11:57:13.761-04:002011-10-22T11:57:13.761-04:00She would’ve liked to seen as deadly--heck, she wo...She would’ve liked to seen as deadly--heck, she would’ve settled for mildly dangerous--but she’d never been someone who could slay with looks and there were a dozen other witches at the party showing more cleavage, and that seemed directly proportional to the attention they were garnering. And she’d thought the zombie-witch combo would set her apart. She sighed and grabbed an hors d’oeuvre from a server-ghost. He shot her a look as a clump of her faux-decaying flesh dropped onto the tray.<br />“What? You’re wearing a sheet,” she said munching the unforsaken, insalubrious snack.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-91949698534080417702011-10-22T11:29:07.958-04:002011-10-22T11:29:07.958-04:00Her gasps echoed through the still night air. Ryg...Her gasps echoed through the still night air. Rygen, the most powerful witch in the Endless Mountains barely survived the deadly fight. Only the decay that riddled the insalubrious earth gave her the power to slay Mendolvean’s ghost. <br /><br />Leaning heavily on the depleted staff of her mentor, now simply a piece of wood, she made her way back to her Chevy. Thank the Gods she didn’t live in colonial times, her Chevy wouldn’t balk at an ectoplasm explosion. <br /><br />Her son’s small face peered from under the woolen blanket in the backseat. Now he could grow up unforsaken and loved.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-61080067644887509262011-10-22T11:23:20.297-04:002011-10-22T11:23:20.297-04:00BLACKMAIL
Three witches drank a loathsome brew-
O...BLACKMAIL<br /><br />Three witches drank a loathsome brew-<br />One muttered ultimatums, too:<br /><br />“Tis nearly now All Hallow’s Eve<br />and Reid’s got something up her sleeve-<br />Photos from a dank hotel<br />of Holly Root and Babs Poelle,<br />casting spells and drinking shots, <br />while dishabille, and sans culottes.”<br /><br />“A contest’s what I’d fancy most<br />to honor Late October’s ghost,<br />A deadly process, undertaken,<br />that my blog be unforsaken.<br />And YOU, my entrapped sentries<br />will be challenging all entries...”<br /><br />“Eye of newt and murray decay<br />in a wan, hoarse, open slay...”<br /><br />CODA:<br /><br />“Oh don’t look so lugubrious, gals-<br />It’s really insalubrious, pals!”dylanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09258261414344799869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-90003371647780397562011-10-22T11:15:30.979-04:002011-10-22T11:15:30.979-04:00Devouring her latest guilty pleasure with the same...Devouring her latest guilty pleasure with the same fervor and delight she had when watching her husband’s body decay, Gigi turned the pages, eyes wide, her heart hammering in anticipation, when his voice thundered, “Why do you insist on reading such insalubrious nonsense?”<br /> <br />Dropping her book, Gigi lost her page. Eyes narrowed with loathing, she glared at the ghost of her husband and hurled the nearby lamp at his head with deadly accuracy. It shattered against the bookcase.<br /><br /> <br />Laughing,he taunted, “You can slay me only once, my lovely witch.”<br /><br /> <br />She cried in frustration, “Why do you leave me unforsaken?”Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-82741375771252743192011-10-22T11:09:12.320-04:002011-10-22T11:09:12.320-04:00None of the locals in Farmington will answer your ...None of the locals in Farmington will answer your questions about the door at the foot of the mountain. Except Riley. <br /><br />"Behind that door," he'll mutter tenderly to his mug when you ask, "is an unforsaken graveyard, inhabited by a deadly, insalubrious creature." Sliding deeper into the permanent imprint his buttocks have made in the seat of his barstool, Riley will fix his bloodshot eyes on you. "That door conceals the ghost of a witch so evil she can slay you with one whiff of her foul, decay-ridden breath." <br /><br />You'll want to laugh, but, curiously, you won't be able to.Shaunnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06542124673668776592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-18529185371540825232011-10-22T10:49:44.338-04:002011-10-22T10:49:44.338-04:00The crumbling mansion loomed at the forest’s edge,...The crumbling mansion loomed at the forest’s edge, its windows sagging and wood rotting. Decades of vegetation crunched under the realtor’s feet. The whole place smelled of DECAY. A WITCH had lived here once. She had brewed INSALUBRIOUS and DEADLY potions in the cellar. The realtor’s gaze lingered on the hanging tree. This house was UNFORSAKEN. The witch’s vengeful GHOST remained. She vowed to SLAY any who entered her home. The last five tenants had died inexplicably. Charming historic fixer-upper with shade tree and lots of character the advertisement in the newspaper read the next day.Jennifer Welbornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01955146191142803636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-30227903018752041162011-10-22T10:49:38.329-04:002011-10-22T10:49:38.329-04:00Diamond in the rough, the editor said; more like g...Diamond in the rough, the editor said; more like glass shards with razor sharp edges ready to rip me to shreds from the looks of him. Close on the heals of the neighborhood pariah, I am deep in the bowels of the earth, the fetid odor of decay and ooze of slime threatening to swallow me up as we stumble through the insalubrious labyrinth of tunnels lit only by the flickering lantern grasped in his claw-like hands; yet I am willingly going alone with this hulking creature on the thin promise of a clue to the oldest mystery of the cosmos.Montana Sonatahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00865855010447443635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-67101820349727106542011-10-22T10:48:46.921-04:002011-10-22T10:48:46.921-04:00Melissa passed out the last Snickers to the witch ...Melissa passed out the last Snickers to the witch and ghost, and turned off the porch light. Now it was warm-bath-and-hot-cocoa time. No more fake blood and pumpkin guts. <br /><br />As the water cooled, the bathroom began smelling of death, decay and -- Melissa sniffed the insalubrious air – what that cologne?<br /><br />He’d never left her. She was unforsaken by him, even after she’d slain him in that very tub. He didn’t want to be deadly, but he was so lonely. He reached up, took hold of Melissa’s hair and pulled.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-60306334759362977752011-10-22T10:42:53.546-04:002011-10-22T10:42:53.546-04:00The insalubrious hell-broth looked all wrong. I ex...The insalubrious hell-broth looked all wrong. I expected a gangrene-colored brew, not this sickening ghost-gray slop. Squinting at the formula, I realized I’d forgotten the tongue of dog. <br /><br />I knew of only one way to fix my mistake. I’d have to grave rob, my least favorite part of being a witch’s apprentice. Every time I saw or smelled a decayed corpse I fainted, and it was beginning to give me an inferior reputation among the unforsaken. I was supposed to be a deadly sorcerer.<br /><br />Vowing this time I wouldn’t faint I grabbed a shovel and went to slay my fears.Holly Doddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08772973878053665338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-81487608637771209262011-10-22T10:30:47.320-04:002011-10-22T10:30:47.320-04:00Great contest! Thanks for the Halloween fun. :)
...Great contest! Thanks for the Halloween fun. :)<br /><br /><br /><br />Brakes screamed outside SigRho house shredding Halloween night’s deadly silence.<br /><br />Jess wanted to slay his late brother. “Ten minutes, Charley!”<br /><br />“I’m here, aren’t I?” Charley said, smiling behind the decay of his smudged zombie makeup. “Ran into those Theta twins. I couldn’t resist a Playboy witch and ghost.”<br /><br />Max adjusted his nerd glasses. “You insalubrious demon! We’re Unforsaken, minutes from our annual meal, and you’re having sex? Geez!”<br /><br />Jess laughed around his fake fangs. “Same Charley after a thousand years.”<br /><br />Their boss straightened as someone pounded on the door. “Just let them in. Quietly. I like my massacres discreet.”<br /><br /><br />Thanks again!Marie Reardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13653459061863869033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-83530012857874504562011-10-22T10:25:24.770-04:002011-10-22T10:25:24.770-04:00It was a mystery why, each Halloween, late flowers...It was a mystery why, each Halloween, late flowers bloomed on that one grave, weirdly unforsaken despite its insalubrious occupant – that crazy local gardener who used deadly sharp garden shears to slay ungrateful ex-clients.<br /><br />Well, this Halloween night he would discover the secret. But why this sudden menacing chill, this pervasive smell of decay?<br /><br />Good grief, the grave was opening up! Was it a ghost or a witch? But he didn't believe in either...<br /><br />"Them flowers need some fresh fertilizer. I reckon you'll be joining me below."<br /><br />He sensed the spurt of blood as the blades sliced through his jugular.StephenChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17583885176637380954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-19188774586949831772011-10-22T10:10:29.756-04:002011-10-22T10:10:29.756-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.dylanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09258261414344799869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-36734333408492380082011-10-22T10:05:41.413-04:002011-10-22T10:05:41.413-04:00Marrying the witch was my first deadly mistake.
...Marrying the witch was my first deadly mistake. <br /><br />Slaying her was my second. <br /><br />“You never supported my hobbies!” the unforsaken corpse snapped. <br /><br />I strained against my bindings. “You were torturing the townsfolk, Miriam.”<br /><br />The woman threw her decaying hands into the air. “See? These communication issues have been insalubrious to our relationship. Thank goodness I returned.”<br /><br />Then she leaned forward and kissed me. <br /><br />Everything went black. <br /><br />When I woke, the world was gray and my body was beneath me. <br /><br />My ghostly wife smiled. “We vowed to be together,” she whispered. “And now we have an eternity to work things out.”CobraMisfithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08076556754472094027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-31562743898575019942011-10-22T09:45:41.044-04:002011-10-22T09:45:41.044-04:00“You ever notice how all the Peanuts kids dress up...“You ever notice how all the Peanuts kids dress up as either ghosts or witches for Halloween?”<br /><br />“No.”<br /><br />“In fact, if you think about it, there’s a deadly lack of originality about the whole thing. Even the supposed eccentric of the bunch, Linus, just sits there, worshipping and waiting out his god idol, while his materialist brethren are off getting their sugar fixes.”<br /><br />“I like Linus. That Christmas speech? Slays me every time.”<br /><br />“Yes. We’ve established you have an insalubrious fondness for decaying religious paradigms. You and an unforsaken cartoon Jesus clone.”<br /><br />“I’d put rocks in your bag.”<br /><br />“What?”<br /><br />“Nothing.”Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-91321597923445949252011-10-22T09:44:47.365-04:002011-10-22T09:44:47.365-04:00Jenny hid in the shadows, breathing in the decay o...Jenny hid in the shadows, breathing in the decay of the woods. She let the smell comfort her as she watched the men tie her sister to a cross. Being this close was potentially deadly, but Jenny had to find a way to save her sister from the burning death the ghosts surrounding her had suffered. <br />A hooded man in crimson robes stopped in front of the cross. Jenny realized who he was as he raised his hands. “I call the unforsaken. We cast out the insalubrious decay of the witch before you. We slay her in your honor.”Victoriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16478838920121224639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-19225153801011322792011-10-22T09:39:33.973-04:002011-10-22T09:39:33.973-04:00“Professor, can you rid this unforsaken place of t...“Professor, can you rid this unforsaken place of that-there deadly ghost witch?” Bubba chugged down his beer and belched.<br /><br />“You mean, Godforsaken, and the proper designation is flesh banshee.” Professor held up two vials of clear liquid. “One douse from each—holy water and alcohol—will slay the insalubrious creature.”<br /><br />With a shriek and a stench of decay, something dropped from an overhead oak limb. Professor splashed it with holy water, but it slapped the alcohol vial from his hand. <br /><br />“No!” he cried. “It must be doused with alcohol too!”<br /><br />“Git-R-Done!” Bubba said, popping open a fresh can of beer.Janhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053574738691722139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-29035074709493210152011-10-22T09:25:39.888-04:002011-10-22T09:25:39.888-04:00I couldn’t bring myself to slay her. Somewhere unf...I couldn’t bring myself to slay her. Somewhere unforsaken, perhaps. But not here. The ghost of my humanity couldn’t bring another dumpster body into the world. <br /><br />Clearly she had no qualms creating that of me.<br /><br />Hours later I woke; climbed from my insalubrious bed. <br /><br />“You reek of decay.” She leant against the alley wall, browsing a newspaper plucked from my coffin. Pizza stains smeared the lonely hearts section. Bitch. <br /><br />“And I thought witch hunters were supposed to be deadly.” She smirked. <br /><br />“I never wanted this.”<br /><br />“Smile. I brought you back. You’re my slave now.”<br /><br />“They said that at our wedding.”katherineamabelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05886046787026184461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-73897590082429286712011-10-22T09:23:03.427-04:002011-10-22T09:23:03.427-04:00“Another God-forsaken crack den,” Detective Nevill...“Another God-forsaken crack den,” Detective Neville said. “Abandoned even by that insalubrious crew.”<br /><br />Detective Anselm eyed the crumpled body. “The Halloween killer strikes again.”<br /><br />“More evasive than a ghost.” The stench of decay clogged Neville’s nostrils as he approached. “But soon I'll catch her.”<br /><br />“So you know it's a she?” Anselm had materialized at his side.<br /><br />Before he could answer, pain seared through Neville’s ribcage. <br /><br />“You witch!” He gasped his last breath: “It’s you.”<br /><br />Anselm chuckled, her grin as deadly as the twist of her knife. “Now I get to slay again, but at least you’re unforsaken — by me.”Elizabeth Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17407540268825928614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-7409964093000667362011-10-22T09:08:09.585-04:002011-10-22T09:08:09.585-04:00Pumpkin stared at the ghastly witch and ghost, the...Pumpkin stared at the ghastly witch and ghost, their cloaks tattered and torn, as they lifted Pumpkin up toward the midnight sky. He desperately tried to slay their deadly plot but was thwarted by a lack of limbs. Pumpkin glimpsed the pavement rushing towards him as he soared through the biting October air. <br /><br />In one crushing moment, Pumpkin lay smashed against the insalubrious path populated by diminutive villains. As his pointed teeth began to wither and curl in decay, Pumpkin realized their small stature masked an unforsaken evil that boils to the surface only one night a year.AAGreenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12221170322016526785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-65026752228619953122011-10-22T08:36:36.767-04:002011-10-22T08:36:36.767-04:00A ghostly draft of frigid air accompanies the surg...A ghostly draft of frigid air accompanies the surgeon’s entrance. His patient lies awake and paralyzed. Her costume offers a titillating glimpse of creamy breast. Slut. Out celebrating Halloween. Easy catch. <br /><br />Her open skull and exposed brain arouse him. Blue eyes unforsaken by youth stare up at him, brimming with deadly wrath.<br /><br />Complacent little bitch. No terror brewing there. Insalubrious fury gnaws again at him, decaying his concentration. He tamps it down. “Siri, play ‘witchcraft’.”<br /><br />No fear? No matter. Soon her blue eyes will house a new soul. She’s a throwaway. A nobody. Prime candidate for his brain transplant research.Sasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07570646429357929642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-91257800881121526032011-10-22T08:28:59.696-04:002011-10-22T08:28:59.696-04:00Their marriage had decayed with Jack's foray i...Their marriage had decayed with Jack's foray into video games. The insalubrious miasma of his glowing laptop lingered in the room, oozing through the darkness onto her side of the bed. His body tensed as he clicked the mouse to slay the next enemy. She curled up with herself: Jack's sword was deadlier than he thought, and it left the ghost of their passion wedged between them. "I'm almost to the caves!" he said, "to slay the Witch of Elzebar!" His voice jarred her, and she pulled the covers tighter against the Halloween chill, wishing she were so unforsaken.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-9103729076801717372011-10-22T07:53:59.827-04:002011-10-22T07:53:59.827-04:00The stench of decay filled her nostrils she ran. A...The stench of decay filled her nostrils she ran. An echoing howl made her flesh crawl but it was not some fictional ghost from which she ran. She could feel them following her, masses of bodies with an unforsaken hold on life and an insalubrious bite. Had a witch brought them forth to slay the living in some twisted scheme of revenge? Before the streets of New York had turned deadly she would have never believed it but as Caroline ran she heard the moans of the zombies pursuing her.Joshua J.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17297160827771724520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-65806976070971369522011-10-22T07:51:04.979-04:002011-10-22T07:51:04.979-04:00I knew it’s deadly, but I did it anyway. My skin p...I knew it’s deadly, but I did it anyway. My skin prickles, and despite myself, I want to run. <i>I came here to slay her</i>, I remind myself. <i>She’s not real.</i><br /><br />"Witch," she whispers. Her breath is hot on my neck. Her fingers tangle in my hair. The smell of decay invades my nostrils. I don't know whether it's her or me. “You can’t do it, can you?” Her laughter trickles into the inky sky.<br /><br />She’s right. I can’t. Without her, I’m insalubrious. My eyes snap open. I shiver. The ghost of my past fades away. Mocking laughter echoes in my ears. Unforsaken.Hikablackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08864569133600484008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17040756.post-27215266132430449812011-10-22T07:46:26.601-04:002011-10-22T07:46:26.601-04:00Five senses and the first one awake is smell? A bl...Five senses and the first one awake is smell? A bleach and decay mixture was assaulting my sinuses. Where’s Danny in his lame-ass ghost costume? I told him to keep his sheet out of my face. Was he trying to cause us to crash?<br /><br />A smiley face nametag? Dr. Dremel you slay me. Run that scalpel under warm water, steel’s cold against my sternum. Father O’Malley’s deadly serious sermons never mentioned excruciating pain; bullshit I’m unforsaken. Could you take off my witch hat before ushering my mom in to see me?<br /><br />The morgue’s an insalubrious environment to spend your afterlife.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com