The Carnage Conservatory Crimson Skull Contest

 

WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE CARNAGE CONSERVATORY’S FIRST ANNUAL HALLOWEEN SHORT STORY CONTEST

This Halloween the Carnage Conservatory is going to make your holiday extra bloody with its first time CRIMSON SKULL SHORT STORY CONTEST

Carnage is asking for all horror writers to submit a piece of short horror fiction based around some element of any ghoul’s favorite holiday, HALLOWEEN

THE RULES

  1. Must be 1,000-4,000 words
  2. Submitted between September 15th to October 15th to either Emily Smith-Miller: emilysm737@gmail.com or Jeff Callico: wiredwriter26@gmail.com
  3. Involves some aspect of Halloween
  4. The bloodier the better, Carnage guidelines apply
  5. ALL SUBMISSIONS AFTER THE 15TH OF OCTOBER ARE DISQUALIFIED

 

THE PRIZES

THE WINNER OF THE CRIMSON SKULL CONTEST WILL RECEIVE A $30 AMAZON GIFT CARD AND A GENEROUSLY DONATED $10 GIFT CERTIFICATE TO CARNAGE’S FAVORITE T-SHIRT SHOP

FRIGHT-RAGS

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THE RUNNERS UP

WILL HAVE THEIR FICTION FEATURED ON THE CARNAGE CONSERVATORY WITH FULL PROMOTION OF YOUR BLOG OR PERSONAL WEBSITE

THE WINNER

WILL BE ANNOUNCED ON OCTOBER 20TH

HAPPY HAUNTING MY FLESH EATING FIENDS

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A Werewolf for Salomé

she looked out the window
(as she polished a platter)
at the assassin asleep
on the concrete.

she smiled because he was
drugged with a violent pleasure.
an image created for her.
a glimmer of
fear,
and slithery pain
an electric switchblade pointed into her heart.

squirmy squishy sounds:
she took those feelings for her mind.
a pale television set
love out of focus
test pattern drool.

16 years before
vaguely remembered:
the morning they bathed
together in the
iron claw foot tub –
caressed atomic hair
with sighs so liquid.
afterwards he had to leave.

she looked in the water
for the remnants of a beast:
fur, saliva, blood, rabies all were dancing,
all were accounted for:
gentle and quiet he
lay on the pavement
enjoying the licks of the manhattan snow
a quiet shelter for a thought barrier.

her eyes yellow
with pupils black
spit cyanide
down below
his dreams were sliced
and reverberated in crimson.
he walked up the stairs
he knocked on the door
she let him in for
a liquid moon’s slam:
a slippery time zone for
a change for
a reverb.

she cringed at his touch
dropped her veils to the ground
regretting that she was repeating
a past long forgotten –
atomic hair

(spit
black latexm mucous.
screaming
torn split

and vinyl dreams.

dripping moisture
down her long legs
her heels and her hooves

and the leather doors
her fingernails scratching

sighing
a reflex
not touched for so long. never.
again.)

she welcomed him inside
boiling tears swirled out of time
merged
unmerged
with

the sounds and the fangs
fluorescent lights collapsed
then a breath separation
a calliope played
a scalpel for vivisection
gleefully a sacrifice

9 years later:
the shelf held the platter
(a small part of an extensive collection)
a former partner shrouded in gore
a head shocked with lust
eyes returned her gaze blankly

she parted his lips
her tongue traced his teeth
(a tune – twisted fractured)
her blood – acid taste
(that’s what remained).

they washed her dreams away

she paused and whispered
to a crack in the wall
as she sewed his lips tight

the seeds of his image
did a slow dance inside her
a womb out of balance
as she removed her skin – just a covering.

the bride cries often
pale and bleeding
hiding in the shadows
from her maker and her partner.

fractured
eyes

fractured
smiles

final words said
zero to go.

walk.

exhaustion:
heat &
pain sleeping.

we’ll wave and
they’ll wave goodbye

we’ll watch and
they’ll disappear

mental blood-watch
time to go

often watching the eyes
to come back at a later time.

flat clouds crawl across the night.
slow. away. then run quickly.
shadows fast.

moon erases shadows

and
no one here
to say
goodbye.

a case of love
in the atom age

By Peter Marra

www.angelferox.com