Theme:TEH HUNT
You must have a hunt element. That can be a stalker, somebody going for a hunt, a Moby dick kind of story, a criminal, Sex and the City boyfriend hunt. The possibilities are endless.
Rules:
-Random elements are allowed!
-No word limit!
-Horror/Comedy/Romance and Everything is allowed.
Started at 1st of August 2010.
Voting starts on 10th of August.
Winner Domithan
I'll be the first to give this thread some love! Interesting topic. We'll see if I can manage to stop being lazy enough to enter this one.
I actually hate cats but for the sake of this poem I love them!
Sleeping Cat
The fat,
mouse gorged,
tabby cat,
Was drinking the sun,
On the farmhouse wall.
And nobody could move him.
Not the dog.
Not the farmer.
Not the boy.
Not the girl.
And even not
The milkman.
And yet for want
of a delicate butterfly
fluttering by
amongst the rye
The fat,
mouse gorged,
tabby cat,
Doth pounce.
First, Brilliant Work, AG.
Now then:
Night.
The rain falls outside, quite gently.
I retire to bed, with nothing, save a book and my candle. My candle lit since dusk.
I turn a page and the flutter of the paper sends a chill down my spine.
With the noise, I quickly lower the book from my gaze to inspect the room.
Nothing.
The candle lit beside me pours a wonderful golden light into the room.
I fear it may be my last hope.
My senses finally come to me, I know I must rest.
The task seems impossible.
I look over at my candle.
I know I must kill my best friend.
As the last puff of breath escapes my lips, pure terror seizes me.
Horrible visions attack my very core as I scramble for the matches.
The candle!
Lit once more...lit once more!
All is well.
Nothing otherworldly stands in my room, my home, my sanctuary.
I smile.
How childish I must be!
A quick wave of my hand, and darkness returns once more.
I gently wrap myself within my quilt and smile once more.
I enjoy the warmth.
Pure comfort.
My heart shatters into pieces which tear my innards to shreds.
My eyes open wide and bloodshot.
My body quivers and I bleed a nervous sweat as I hear him from below.
I hear his evil smile as he simply says "...over here."
Domithan, I'm actually glad you entered. There's nothing more bitter than winning by default :D
Moreover, the first three lines are perfect. Just from those handful of words you create a sprawling gothic castle with dark dusty corridors (in my mind, anyway). Something very Macbethesque.
Okay, unless everyone wants to put an entry start voting!
1 vote for AG
I'm sorry I didn't enter; but I was totally out of any ideas :-[
Anyway, Domithan gets my vote. Very living atmosphere. Sucked me right in.
Difficult decision. I also vote for Domithan, otherwise it just wouldn't be fair ::)
They're both really good! Domithan's was very creepy, but i've been adopted by two cats so my vote has to go to AG. I haven't seen playing with font sizes like that since my first children's book of poetry years ago, it works brilliantly=)
I hope someone else votes, I don't want to be the one to send it one way or the other=S
EDIT: Phew!
Domithan
And I suck. I must be suffering from writers block. That or laziness.
AtelierGames. I just hate poems, and this one really made me like em for a minute. :)
Very close, but my vote goes to Domithan
I had started an entry but sort of forgot about it... I'll have to hunt it down! (Dohhohoho!)
Damn, forgot to declare winner, so dom gets it!!
You have the honor to host the next fortnightly!
Neat, can I start it at any time?
Yep. But I'd prefer immediately =p
Gotta get my fix of fortnightly.