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Since I was broker than shit and didn't get together a September contest, I'm starting the October contest early. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you:

The 2nd Annual Spooky Twitter Contest!!

Rules:

1. All entries must be 140 characters or less, including punctuation and spaces.
2. Multiple entries are allowed and can be in multiple posts or in one great big one.
3. Entries over 140 characters will be disqualified and dropped from judging without notification to the author.
4. All entries must be in English.
5. Entries should be made in this thread and this thread alone.
6. Any posts in this thread which do NOT contain an entry will be removed! If you want to comment, please create a separate thread for that. These are hard enough to keep track of.
7. Rules may change at the discretion of me. It's my contest, I'm giving the prizes out of my own pocket. I can do this. Probably won't, but if I do for any reason this covers my ass.

The prize?

Issues #1 - 10 of the trade paperbacks of Robert Kirkman's "The Walking Dead". These trade paperbacks contain issues #1 - 60 of the popular Image comic series. Total prize package worth about $141.

I'll go first, sure.

I'm trapped beneath a once-wall, coughing concrete dust. I hid my deeds too well. My final victim's gray eye dangles, watching as I starve.

From my chair, I hear the back and forth of her rocker upstairs. Her cat looks up from my lap but stays. It's better we miss her together.

Sated, I tore open the wrapping of my fortune cookie. Beetles and flies writhed from the broken ends. "You will be the benefactor of many."

The world spins as he closes in. There is nowhere else to climb. I fly free or endure his twisted plans. He'll get no satisfaction today.

His blade pierced my side and I shoved him back. We both scrambled for his gun. Do or die now. Blam! Nazi filth nearly got me that time.

*edited for grammar*

She screamed when I stuck her with the needle. Just think how mad she'll be when the eggs I injected reach the larval stage. Yikes.

This one is topical:

A masterpiece! Crafted over 9 years, Dave's revolutionary work was complete. He clicked SAVE one last time as flames flickered from his PC.

I hear a loud noise followed by a pain in my chest. The world starts to go dark all around me. I feel cold so very cold, silence quickly follows and then there is nothing.

The Plague has decimated the popularity of my class. The symptomed are banned. When I cough chairs screech in alarm. Blood stains my teeth.

He realized he never felt the tether snap as he saw his lone starfighter disappear into the distance.

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I always wondered what my own leg tasted like, I thought as I sliced off another hunk and dropped it into the sizzling oil.

As I finally gave birth, the glistening fear on the doctor's face eased my worries. The rituals had worked; a new dawn rises.

Worse than the disease: the cure. Military jets sprayed antidote over the cities. I awakened, my organs trailing and chewing on gray matter.

Phew, only a nightmare, I thought. I opened my eyes just in time to see the hand-sized spider rappel silently onto my face.

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She wondered if you'd have time to register the sound of a guillotine blade. Unfortunately, she found out the answer.

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It's amazing how terrifying the corniest B-movie horror plot is when it's real, he thought as the ghost materialized between the leaf-bare trees. His bowels loosened.

The black, alien substance seeps under my fingernails. It bulges against my skin as I am deconstructed. I become hunter...devourer...hungry.

The wagon wheels spin in the mud, cold wind ripping away our souls. It feels like weeks since we've begun this eternal walk. No, centuries.

The sea swells as The Unnamed awakes, capsizing our boat. My chanting brothers fall to His tentacled maw leaving us to suffer at His whim.

She fell feet-first through the trap door. It seemed to take forever for the three foot long spikes to pierce her feet and through her thighs.

I'm pregnant.

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It's twins!

They scream as if from far away, trapped in his machine. He holds the pedal to the floor. Tonight he finishes a decade of living slow.

"WHOSE PENIS IS THAT?" exclaimed the man, sweating in alarm. "Just yours," said his penis. "Oh! That's all right," said the man. "WAITWHAT."

I explain that his shadow people are just part of the dark. He looks up. "Not when they look at you with their white white eyes and smile."

"Dearest Marie, I hope this letter finds you well. I will always love you. Unfortunately, my chute has failed to o..."

the pain is too much for anyone. dont worry this medicine is good, the last you’ll ever need. close your eyes sleep well . goodbye mr clark

Breaking CNN News: A large magnitude earthquake has risen an island to the Pacific surface. Strange ruins are evident in aerial photos.
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I now open one of my abyssal maws my children. Come listen as I sing the song that is forbidden.
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Breaking BBC News: The Arecibo Array has picked up the first confirmed extraterrestrial signal. It is in English. Two word. "We Come"
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Guys! I am in my apartment..in apartment...why wont the doors open? WHY WONT THEY OPEN! WHY WONT THEY OPEN!!!!!!!! WHO ARE YOU!??!
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You look for me to the left. Then to the right. Then up. Then down. Then behind. I am not there. I am behind your eyes.
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Also for anyone who doesn't actually use Twitter Cut & Paste Character count will let you type in the box and calculate how many characters you have used.

Get it off my chest. It hurts. Don't say there's nothing there. Get it off me. I can't breathe. Get it off me, please god, get it off!

My last meal, an Eggo this morning. Now I am 800 light years from home, shackled and caged. It is morning on Beta Prime. Breakfast time.

@ "Fear Hut" we saw the sign for. Not scary so far. Just a bunch of bodies. Looks real though. Stinks bad. Oh, & some dude with a knife. LOL

Zombies stopped attacking house. Not sure why. Wife dead, and awfully tasty. Wonder where I can get some more.

President Quayle, the red telephone is ringing. Aren't you going to answer?

Your lips taste so sweet, my dear. I think I'll try your kidneys next. Are you not hungry, darling?

I grip my dented bat, afraid to sleep amongst the corpse piles in the gym. The faces of friends, teachers hungry for flesh haunt my visions.

Twenty growths, small to start, ballooned with pus. I become engulfed by this disease, breathing labored. You lied about your miracle cure.

I live in your car, your phone, your PC. I watch, tabulating weaknesses and strengths. You lend me control while you sleep. Soon it begins.

... trapped in this moment and I'll never get out. I'm trapped in this moment and I'll never get out. I'm trapped in this moment and...

"I do."

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I hate when I awake with a start, and nothing's there. Boy, I wish this was one of those times.

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I sleepily place my arm around my wife's breathing curves in the dark bed next to me. But...the toilet flushes and she walks out of the bathroom.

The live feed buffers then a girl drags her bloody legs across a concrete floor. With a sob I realize no ransom will save my daughter now.

Muscles, skin stretch while coarse hair envelopes me. Rapid growth takes energy. I hungrily smell a girl jog past. Pulsing with joy, I howl.

Bah! A judgmental raven in your house isn't scary... Bah! A judgmental raven in your house isn't scary... Bah! A judgmental raven in your house isn't scary! Bah!...

"I wish dad was still alive." "If it makes you feel better," John said, eying the disturbed soil, "he may still have 10 minutes of breath."

I can feel the worms under my skin. I reach for a knife to dig them out.

The man with the porno stache at my window didn't bother me, but that clown with the butcher's apron and pickaxe was just too damn much.

The worst part wasn't seeing my best friend eviscerated before me. The worst part was lapping his soupy insides up - and lovin' it.

Drip, drip. My belly opened up as my hot insides spilled forth, spattering my shoes, red against black. Drip, drip.

I darted a glance under the bed and was relieved to see nothing there. I sat up, and admired the glistening claw growing out of my chest.

The stooped figure staggered, greasy hair dangling, foul breath billowing out like an egg fart. I pulled the trigger, and there was a click.

They called me a monster. Freakin' ... pffft! Assholes, the lot of them. Vomiting acid into their faces was less than they deserved!

The first child made a crunching sound, like a chocolate cricket. I didn't hear the thing eat the rest, because I tore my ears from my head.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to finish eating this mailman. They send one of these to my house every day!

Blood was on my hands. Blood was on my shoes. Blood was on my tongue. Blood ... was on my mind.

I awake in the morning to find her still there, she offers me a ride to work, it's on the way to her kids school!

The condom broke.

Cumming in her mouth was a bad idea, what with her semen allergy and all.

There was no remorse for what they did. Knives slashed about; skin was ripped clean off the bone. They would not need a fire for this meal.

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His fists were led by rage. The men lay bloody. His fists were bloody. He had loved her. But he was too late to protect her. She is.. dead.

"There are two inches from the bottom of the couch to the floor." When the gray fingers curled around that edge, this was my first thought.

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I dodge the knife again, trying to move between her and the door, my only thought our kids. I ask her again, "Honey, whose blood is that?".

Ha ha, I thought, as I realized some prankster had replaced the Dyson Air Blades with actual ones. I wondered how to pick up my hands.

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A sharp pain in my abdomen. Only gas, I thought, as a machete cleaved into my skull.

Programmed to listen for EVP, and so successful. The sound of millions of constant, terrified whispers combine into static, delivered on TV.

Fun fact: brain, once dried, has the consistency of concrete. Given that, it was just easier to finish the wall in bone shards. Like it?

At least there was one certainity in his life: "We're all going to die. Eventually." He triggered the belt of explosives around his waist.

She picked up the first essay. "I'm so afraid. Can't go on like this. And I'll be damned if I'm going alone." Behind her, the gun cocked.

"What was that?" He sat up, half asleep. He heard nothing until a voice cooed from the baby monitor. "Say goodbye to mommy and daddy."

"Good news and bad news. Bad news is, Dan's dead." "That's not so bad." "Good news is, he'll let me live if I kill you."

Assholes. I can't stand being NEAR one, much less being extruded from one as a half-digested corpse.

October 12th
The heaving of my chest replaced the once loud sound of the blood gurgling out of her neck. I think she said I love you. I'll go with that.

Once, twice, thrice. The knocking at the door stopped. The oracle was right. The scratching started. Once, twice, thrice. Now for the screa

His face was smiling; looking down at his masterpiece he felt completed. The faces of his friends were now deformed into an aberrant object.

Drinking the nepenthe made her feel better. Forgetting everything she had done. It tasted good to her, and felt good. Momma... dadda... ...


October 13th
"Ugh, what is this in my mouth? It's disgusting that I'm eating this guys limbs, and organs, but... I can't stop, this actually isn't bad."



(More later, when I think about them, in this post)

Each time he turns on the radio, cries for help is the only sound he hears. Some days, he wonders what would happen if he plugged it in.

Breakups suck. Hmph. Can't afford chocolates, can't afford flowers. CAN afford bullets. See you soon!

You idiot! It's waist/inseam, not inseam/waist. Go buy more nails!

From Kati:

I should've known something was up when he kept asking me to bathe in ice water.

After 40 years, Edna finally found a dish her husband was bound to love. Himself.

Sixty-two years together, and then she's gone. I should call someone, but if I get up and leave her now, I know I'll never hold her again.

"No! Bad kitty!" The cat looks up but doesn't stop. I should have planned this out, or at least stopped it when it was just eating his face.

Another drop fell from my wrist into the tiny cup. She dipped in her brush, smeared red on her work . "Oh daddy, you make the best colors."

The elixir worked! Grandpa was healthy and young again. "How'd you do it?" I asked. He grinned and said, "Don't worry so much, old man."

Nov 1st. I woke up surrounded by candy, my belly aching. Just how many did I eat this time? No way to know until I count the empty costumes.

You whisper my name, love, but I can't see you. "Auditory hallucination" they say, jealous because I'm the only one you choose to touch.

We saw the reports, cursing each second of delay. Pictures of loved ones in hand, we watched as towers of flame lit up the world below us.

The jagged teeth ripped flesh, coloring her porcelain skin red. Those sadistic eyes turned to me, and I pray the chainsaw has run out of gas

Contest...OVER!!



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I will be looking into this and giving a winner within the next 2 days. I'm moving fast. Remember, the winner gets issues 1-10 of the trades for "The Walking Dead"!

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Apparently I screwed up Phil's entry by closing the thread 3 minutes early. So here's his:

What lay before him he did not know, but it was once his wife. He knew she was feeling different, but he never would have guessed this.

The knife ripped into her throat, spraying her blood into the air. He gazed into her eyes as she said her last farewell. He would miss her.


They knew what they had to do, but could never go through with it. They hugged their son one more time as he bit them. Family stays together

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Just a quick note - 93 legal entries this year! Well done! (I had to shitcan 5 entries that were too long. Sorry, folks!)