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Greetings Vampire Rave,

I am pleased to announce that The Coven of Oppressed Debauchery will be sponsoring a Vampire Rave wide contest. We are looking for the bright and shinning stars of Vampire Rave to highlight our pages of the Halloween Hedgewitch.

This contest theme will be for Halloween/Samhain.

All work must be related to the theme or vampires.

There will be 3 categories for this contest:

Poems
Stories
Articles

You are limited to 2 entries in EACH category.
Any more entries will be ignored, we will look at the first two submitted.

ALL ENTRIES MUST BE ORIGINAL WORKS BY YOU.
By entering this contest, you give us the right to publish your work in The Hedgewitch. It may not have been published previously (if it was put in your journal here on VR, that is ok).

All Articles REQUIRE references, both written (book form) and internet.
Treat this like any paper you would submit in school.


All entries are limited to 5,000 words.
If your entry is more than 200 words please use this code to post it:

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PUT YOUR WORDS HERE

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PRIZES

First Prize in each category will win:

One Year Vampire Rave Membership
A page highlighting your work in The Hedgewitch
IF member is part of a House or Coven 333 favor

Second Prize in each category will win:

Vampire Rave T-shirt
Publishing in The Hedgewitch


Third Prize in each category will win:

Publishing in The Hedgewitch


Keep in mind spelling, punctuation and grammar will be determining factors of the winning entries.

A question was asked in one of the Houses about screenplays or scripts: We will accept these types of entries under stories.

Entries will be due by Midnight Eastern Standard time September 25, 2007 to be submitted in this main forum thread.
Any messaged or emailed entries will be discarded and not entered.

Judging will take place by the members of Oppressed Debauchery with winners announced and highlighted October 15, 2007 in the Halloween Edition of the Hedgewitch.

Dominars will be monitoring the contest for relevance.

Wishing you all well, and we are looking forward to seeing what wonderful talent you all have!

Respectfully,

Liebe

Yes please :)

Remember we put a scroll box code above for any entries over 200 words.

If you do not have a question or an entry- your post will be deleted. Do not waste the dominar's time.

Here's my first submission into the poetry catagory. Hopefully I did the scroll box thingy right so you can read it. O.o

Here is a poem that I wrote :)

The Hunger
The hunger ....
Red is the color of love.
Blood is the color of death, that drips on the petals of the rose you gave me.
I lick my lips to savor the taste of the blood that saved me.
With innocents lost a mortal dies young, and changes into something a new.
He stands, and listens to the night ,and it`s sounds & ,with eyes , and ears a new.
His heart no longer beats , but it fills with his hunger.
Now he is a beast, that will rome & feast until he curbs the hunger.
Sleen

*bumping up the forum thread* This is a very generous offer by your Coven :) Thank-you! and I hope we see many more competitions from different Houses and Covens! It makes the place so much more fun too when there are competitions around!

I would love to enter the competition myself but only have published work available, and unfortunately have no time for writing something up when my mind is sharp and alert!

The Rescue
My warm blood drained
from my body, as
he sunk his teeth
into my flesh.

I felt so alive, as
if I could fly.
A full moon shone brightly
into his deep dark eyes.

A drop of blood dripped
from his lips, and
he smiled at me gently
as life surged through me.

He rescued me from hell
and lead me through the
portal to heaven,
I am strong now.

Here's my first submission into the story portion. This is the prologue to a novel I am writing. :) Hope you like it.

*Dominars, I'll kindly request that you do not attempt to edit this post*

I'm not sure how much this will help right now, but for other submissions, use the following code, all you need to do is copy it.

For those of you that "fub up the code" just leave it. I will come and fix it when I see the goof :)

Will make it easier than my having to delete multiple posts.

Also a tip: You can use your journal to try the code out till you get it right, then delete the entry when it is right and cut and paste it here in the forums :D

this is my second poem entry I do hope this is liked it is the first poem I have written in a year

Can We post a Picture with our entry ?

Here goes.

The Creature Inside

Sitting here all alone. Why cant she just go off on her own. Every more arguing. The only thing keeping her today is love. Love from friends she barely knows. She sits here on her porch, and yet she knows shes not alone. Cars swish by, and they have no clue, as to who she is. Do they care? No, they just laugh and stare. Does she dare look back? Why cant she stare right back? Would they se the creature deep inside? The creature with coal black eyes? If she attacks, she would bite, but would they dare fight? They would if they valued their life. They should have never messed with her from the start.

Footsteps in the Dark

I step along the alleyways of my city,
One foot in front of the other,
A cat prowling the night.
Only I'm not looking for a mouse to placate
My insatiable hunger.
The thrill of the chase seeps into my
Old, old bones.
I feel young again,
Almost as young as I appear.
I feel alive again.

I stop, frozen in time
As a young woman, a girl, steps near my alley.
I see her young face in the glow of flame
As she stops and lights a cigarette.
No 3-on-1-match tonight,
But unlucky for her nonetheless.
She glances up, seeing nothing.
Am I really here?
I step into the pool of light
Under the streetlamp.
She turns to look at me,
With a smile.

I return the smile,
With a charm she can't resist,
An offer she can't refuse,
A snake in the grass seducing the mouse.
Like the snake I coil myself around her,
Drag her back into the dark,
Sink my fangs into her tender throat,
And feed.

The visions come fast and warm with the blood
Feeding my mind, my tattered soul,
While giving life to my unliving limbs.
I see her life, as she must have been,
Before I came to snatch her from her cradle.
I see my life, as it must have been,
Before another came to snatch me from my grave.

My repast done, I lift off.
Tattered cloak like wings,
Soaring high over my city,
My night.

A vampire,s dream. When i gazed upon her beauty that first time,something stirred this black heart of mine.A vampire princess like no other,her heart i longed to discover.Every night i hope and pray,she will come way.some one to hunt with feed with,be with in everyway.To help me chase the lonely shadows away.To hold in the darkness till the break of day.And at point of the rising sun,sleep together as one.Oh in my heart how i long for her.And she,s so near and yet so far.She,s the only one for me.And she forever remains this vampires dream.

Here is an article submission

Hope i did it right :)

Vampire Hearts dont die, they fade.

Vampire Hearts dont break, they slowly crumble.

Vampire Hearts dont love, they become whole.

Vampire Hearts arent used, they are lived.

Vampire Hearts dont hate hate, they despize.

Vampire Hearts dont feel saddness, they feel regret.

Vampire Heartsarent alowed to be empty, instead they are locke air tight.

Vampire Hearts dont cry, they leak gradually.

Vampire Hearts dont feel pain instead they wrote this.

Soft, white flesh
I long to caress
I smell the life within her
An unnatural fire ignites my veins

Ruby red lips form my name
Seductively and with passion
The sound of her heart throbs in my mind
Deep down I am sickened, but the urge is so strong

Damn me sweet whore
Take me to the depths from whence you came
How I can live with death?
How can I live without?

I hold your lithe form in trembling arms
You writhe like a goddess of love
And invite me to partake
In lust, condemned and damned

In your eyes I see promise
In your curves I feel promise
I am spellbound and moonstruck
I go in for the feast

A cry of both pain and pleasure
Rents the night air
Blood, sweet lifeblood I drink greedily
Draining your beauteous form, darkening my soul

I indulge like a glutton
Until a pale corpse lies before me
Though sated, my spirit shrivels
And I cry undead tears

Through the wracking sobs I hear
The laughing…
The taunting…
The Succubus forever delighting in her game

No one would ask;
they knew the task;
`Tis only to win the game;
A billion strong;
it won't take long;
yet only one will remain;
it was a test;
to find the best;
the only perfect soul;
they will not rest;
to meet there fate;
to win thire only goal;
Blood and Swet;
was all they met;
as thay fought for the ball;
One stood out;
there was no doubt;
he was better then them all;
by his might;
he did the right;
claming the ball for himself;
the rest did die;
it was no lie;
only he could clam the wealth;
Nine moons did pass;
and free at least;
He gave a mighty screem;
it was so cold;
he was not onld;
but accomlished his only dream;
in that life;
he knew much strife;
but would not yeild to pain;
for in the Start;
A breed apart;
He already Won the Game

OH! I'm so so SO sorry, there was a typo in there! Here it is without the typo! I'm so sorry, many apologies! *bow* :( Please forgive me!


~Heed The Warnings~

As my feet step on the leaves
an aroma is released
that tells of spirits coming near
and of their impending feast.
The wind that carries whispers
so soft to human ears
foretells the story of the night
that fills us full of fear.
So on this dark and gloomy time
I cannot help but flee
For the spirits that are coming now
come here in pairs of three.
Within each group one represents
an evil un-foretold
so as little ones go out tonight
malice surely will unfold.
Close your eyes, don't follow
all the demons in your eyes.
Shut your mouth, don't speak out
or the evil will arise.
And last of all but most important
don't listen to their words!
For what they whisper in our ears
is best to be left unheard.
If you heed my warnings,
then you shall be safe tonight.
But if you disobey a single word
then the demons you invite.

Everyone wanders what the life of a vampire will bring you. Well i will start by telling you of my life as a vampire which started about the 1600's. I had a interesting life as a warrior and when I was wounded by another soilder a lady came by what I thought to be a lady anyway she looked at me and told me I would die. She told me she could help because I looked strong to fight the pain that I would be going through for the process and i allowed her. I believe she would had did it any way but she would have killed me before she saved me if I would have refused her help but that is how it began with me. I would love the stories of others who would love to share them please respond and let me here of the way it was for you.

black magic

My father studied black magic for along time and it used to scare the shit out of me especially on halloween. He would bring things into this world you would not believe and for along time i would not even go out on halloween. Because the things he braught into this world was not human I mean one lady was at my window and I could see throught her but I could tell it was a lady she was wearing a black dress and it shimmered and sparkled in the moon light but I wasnt affraid of her then she called for me to come out to meet her I started to and my mom came in and told me no and then told her to leave but I wanted her to stay but she left then my mom told me never to go out when my father was reading his books that night. Well iI took my fathers books when he was drunk and I found a story of a lady who could turn people into immortals and I started reading it and then the lady returned to my window and smiled at me well I went and open the window to talk to her and she said she would return when she thought i was ready for the change to immortallity. And to think of it she looked just like the one who turned me I wander if it is the same lady.

DarkAngel72- this is fine, as long as you give credit to where you found the picture.

Prosepere- there is no level requirement, just VR membership. Yes the PM won may be gifted.

About the pictures, if they are yours please state this as well. :)

HALLO'EVE


It's Halloween the kids all shout,
Time for 'Trick or Treat' time to get out.

They are happy, for to them it's fun,
But I wonder if they know how it begun?

With burning witches and satanic verse,
Screams in death and the final curse.

Pagan and Wiccan now at peace,
Joining together for the End Of Summer Feast.

A tradition now global that Ireland started,
Feast of the Dead for those now departed.

In many a guise and name it came,
So lets just wish the world a happy Samhain.

Poem number 2


"Casualty of war"

I am an Orphan,
In a barren wasteland,
A place of war,
A place of death,
But I am alive.
Some how I was spared the pain,
Of hot, Screaming bullets,
Ripping into my brain.
Every where, I see death;
The grim reapers paradise.
In this place of war,
This place of death.
Yes, I am alive,
But one thought, Forever will remain;
That hot, screaming bullets,
Still could rip through my brain.

Dying

Passing beyond the shadow
Into a purer light,
Stepping behind the curtain,
Getting a clearer sight.

Laying aside a burden,
This weary mortal coil,
Done with the world’s vexations,
Done with its tears and toil

Tired of all earth’s playthings,
Heart-sick and ready to sleep,
Ready to bid our friends farewell,
Wondering why they weep.

Passing out of the shadow
Into eternal day;
Why do we call it dying…
This sweet going away?

Never stopped loving you


Before you go I want you
To know that I love you
And that I’ll never stop cause
In your arms, my lover
I feel better than all others
I may not be able to keep you forever
But I hope you always remember
Me whilst you sleep and never ever
Weep when I shan’t sleep cause
I’m always thinking about you
Where could we go when were older
And if I’m sad can I cry on your shoulder
I may not be able to keep you forever
But I hope you always remember
Me whilst you sleep and never ever
Weep when I shan’t sleep cause
I’m always thinking about you

The Darkness Within

Darkness looms over lost souls
wandering through oceans of pain.
Entrapped in liquid fire
scalding skin slips off of
shattering bone
while banshee screams
electrify ear drums
and tears dribble endlessly
down charred faces.

This is home.
This is eternity.
This is the Darkness within.

yea so i apologize immensely for my inadequacy at reposting that code properly. wil my entry still count?

sahahria edit: of course it will, after all scroll boxes were only asked for with entries that were over 200 words ;)

I am a Vampire
I am what has been
I am noones friend
I am all that is dead
I am the voice in your head
I am the leech that sucks you dry
I am the vision that makes you cry
I am the darkness you call to at night
I am your worst fears and frieght
I am the thing that follows you home
I am the thing thats with you when your alone
I am the sickness that you feel
I am here and I am real
I was there with cain
I felt all his pain
I am the dark gift that you need
I am the vampire seed

Here's my second poetry entry. :)

No matter how many times your cut down....How many times your skin is torn.....How many times your bones get crushed.....You always come back to life......

But the pain is always the same.

And every time your are killed, you taste it again and again.....

That same horrible suffering.....That same agonizing pain......


How tragic.

Eternal agony, with no death to put and end to it.

A pitiful monster....

A pitiful....

Wretched monster.


JUST LIKE ME.

Short Story Contribution #1

Yes the correct answer is 5,000 words (as stated in the FIRST post). Please review it if you have questions, most questions are answered there.

Last 5 days with change :)

I'm looking forward to seeing what else people are going to submit :D

since the deadline is the 25th

i would say get stuff in by the 24th just to be safe

Sahahria edit: The first post says the 25th at midnight eastern standard time... so for those of you on the pacific coast that is 9pm on the 25th. In England it is 5am on the 26th.

Hopefully that helps with the time confusion

I step along the alleyways of my city,
One foot in front of the other,
A cat prowling the night.
Only I'm not looking for a mouse to placate
My insatiable hunger.
The thrill of the chase seeps into my
Old, old bones.
I feel young again,
Almost as young as I appear.
I feel alive again.

I stop, frozen in time
As a young woman, a girl, steps near my alley.
I see her young face in the glow of flame
As she stops and lights a cigarette.
No 3-on-1-match tonight,
But unlucky for her nonetheless.
She glances up, seeing nothing.
Am I really here?
I step into the pool of light
Under the streetlamp.
She turns to look at me,
With a smile.

I return the smile,
With a charm she can't resist,
An offer she can't refuse,
A snake in the grass seducing the mouse.
Like the snake I coil myself around her,
Drag her back into the dark,
Sink my fangs into her tender throat,
And feed.

The visions come fast and warm with the blood
Feeding my mind, my tattered soul,
While giving life to my unliving limbs.
I see her life, as she must have been,
Before I came to snatch her from her cradle.
I see my life, as it must have been,
Before another came to snatch me from my grave.

My repast done, I lift off.
Tattered cloak like wings,
Soaring high over my city,
My night.

thanks Sahahria I wasnt sure the exact time of debt

so I appreciate the edit to clarify that if I wasnt able

also I still think getting all works in the day before is a good idea, simply for ease for those running this contest so they have time to look over everything in no rush. or less a rush
just my opinion

I have a question. Are collaberations allowed? If I were to write a story together with another member, could we submit it together?

I would assume, of course, that if it were allowed, that we would split whatever prize we might win between us?

If that were allowed, of course.

Wow so many talented people here....good job All.

There is no problem with collaberations, as long as you both are ok with sharing if choosen.

2 more days folks, keep the great pieces comming :D

i wish paring up with someone for this contest would have been brought up earlier

so many more works could have been produced.

Can one enter a Prologue as long as it's a complete thought?

the short story I have is over 10,000 words.

Yes, that or "chapters" will be accepted :)

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The Hell Between Each Breath

Prologue

Life begins with a breath and ends with another, but from the time we are born until the time we die the millions of breaths that we take are experiences in the art of life.
With the first kiss our breath experiences the taste of another, with the next; the passion of hundreds more to come. With a breath we tell a story and with yet another we end it.
But our lives are airs of every emotion; love, lust, hate, deception, depression, joy, suffering and pain, and between each breath there lies a hell of a thousand generations.
A breath…a pause, and then another breath and our lives begin to shape the wonders we may yet tell. Truth and falsehood are carried upon the breath of our words, and the breath of our words can either destroy a soul or save it from it’s own folly.
How wretched I must seem to some, for with a breath I may confound their very existence or inspire their very soul with stern rantings of madness and oddity. But what do I really feel or do I feel at all. Do I consider others feelings or am I just concerned with my own.
In semi-darkness I gaze into a blackened scrying mirror and watch the images of shadows passing through it. Once in a while they stare back and between a breath and a heartbeat they are gone again. Have I become so loathsome, despised and rejected by my own soul?
Another breath, another moment in time suspended once again in an unknown realm of shadow and light only to seek neither nor to be accepted by the very essence of their secrets.
A breath and a thought and another breath and a contemplative gesture of the mind overseeing that which I hold in the palm of my hand…a nothingness surrounded by empty points of expended energy, meaning nothing and hoping for nothing, but just existing and co-existing between breaths.
I have lived, I have loved, and I have shown the way of hidden paths. I have killed and I have healed but I have done it all for them and nothing for my own self.
Now as the dawn of a new breath is inhaled and held, I will begin to take for what I need, for what the spirit desires and for what my soul craves of that which has been held back and suppressed. I will experience all things that have been kept at bay and between each heartbeat, I will know of the Hell between each breath.

I was born Miguel De Sera, in Cordoba Spain, the year of our Lord 1786. My parents were both in a professional field, my father a doctor of medicine and my mother a teacher of the musical arts. I however, found solace in neither of their skills and preferred the company of, shall I say, the less aristocratic. I found the fairer of sex to be quite alluring, especially the moorish women who worked in the homes of the well to do as maids and mistresses to their employers. My mother, so she had told me on numerous occasions, was the daughter of a Spanish lord and Moroccan mother, hence the reason for my mellow tanned skin that drew the attention of every fair Spanish lady and Dame that I crossed paths with. My features drew their gaze almost immediately and there were times I found myself at the point end of a Saber being told to either un-sheath my own or die as a coward. Their wives and daughters needless to say came promptly to my rescue convincing their foolhardy patron that I was but a mere oddity in their sight and nothing more. Their women stroked their egos and allowed them to regain their manhood, as little as what was there to begin with, there by allowing me to proceed on my way un-harmed and in their debt; a debt that was paid in full once their protectors had left on business elsewhere within the realm. Between the ages of nineteen and twenty-five I would hazard to guess that I had probably slept with ninety percent of the women in Cordoba and sired, to the ignorance of their patrons, somewhere in the neighborhood of thirty children, all of whom were raised and revered as the sons and daughters produced from a night of passion and lust between the elated couples. But as life would be, things gradually began to catch up with me. I had, one fine summer evening while in Toledo visiting a friend, been seduced by a rather beautiful and charming woman in her early fifties. I, at the time, was not aware of her standing within the community, neither was I aware that she was the wife of one, Juan Del Moro, a huge political figure that many had hopes would be the next right hand man of the King of Spain. Her name was Carmen Luz and she was the most elegant of women I had ever met, and the most experienced in bed. My rather enhanced physical features immediately drew her awe and enthusiasm. She was in her own bit of heaven when we first bore our nakedness and every evening after that for the next seven days. She taught me how to use what I had been gifted with, and that a woman, even the most practical, deserved to be made love to as if there was no tomorrow. It was on the final evening of our tryst that my life would be forever changed. Where the heaven that I had lived in for twenty-five years would become a living hell that would last for over two hundred.
On my first night in Toledo, the friend I had mentioned earlier invited me to a gathering of a few business associates of his. It was actually a bachelor party of sorts for one of their friends, a young up and coming attorney who had recently become engaged to the daughter of the local magistrate. While we all drank wine and ate the most succulent of pheasant meals I had ever been a party to, conversations gradually began to shift from business to local events; particularly, the recent disappearances of several young women and the murders of several people living either in Toledo or just on the outskirts in the smaller villages which dotted the meticulously manicured landscape of the province. The local law officials were keeping quiet on the details of the murders and literally threatening the very families involved with incarceration or worse, forced relocation to the furthest regions of Spain itself. The latter being almost equated to a slow death from starvation. Speculation was prevalent as to the nature of the murders, everything from an escaped convict who had made his way from the hell of a Seville prison and found that murder was in itself a release for his tortured soul, to a Moor intent on revenge against the Spanish government and it’s treatment of the Moorish population. Not one explanation, or dare I say concoction conceived through the artistically woven fabric of the local constabulary, moved any member of my friends clique to actually believe the given threads of supposition. And what of the missing girls ? Had the same individual or individuals kidnapped them ? Were their bodies to be found somewhere lying among the shade trees or upon the grassy hills or possibly being washed over by quiet brooks screaming out intently to nature to look upon them as they caressed the form of humanity incomplete ?
No, not one had been found, not one. And that I should say frightened the populace more than the recent murders that silenced the voices and hearts of the same.
But on this night, this final interlude between my teacher and lover, I would find out all to well that the murders and the kidnappings were both related. I would be exposed for my folly and imprisoned for a crime I did not commit. I would be turned and to my chagrin, I would become, immortal.
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Love is made in ill design
It beats the heart and rapes the mind
It shifts my thoughts to crueler shapes
Stabs my heart to tears of hate
My nightly wishes of love first felt
Become the curse with which I’m dealt
Existing scars on flesh and mind
A moment’s peace I cannot find
I drift and dream through each dark day
Wishing for what lovers may
In loves small cage, the fitting tight
Tormenting thoughts and stifled fight

Kwil...All those question marks should be > marks but someone with edit powers will have to fix that.

All Hallows Eve:

Second Story Submission:

Coming down to the wire here folks.

Deadline means nothing posted after that time will be taken.

I'm just reposting this with a few corrections... Hope that's ok...

WindStormy and others...

It is fine to repost with corrections. :)

Just do it before the deadline.

The time allowed for Entry has now expired, thank you and good luck to all who participated.

I googled the picture for this poem and edited it myself