Saturday, 21 January 2012

January Competition



Greetings my Creatures of the Night and welcome once again into The Crypt. Today I bring news of a fantastic new feature which will become to be known all over the universe as The Crypt's Monthly Competition.


Once a month I shall scour the internet for an image, which I shall then post here in The Crypt, and for seven days from the appearance of the image the competition shall run. At the end of the seventh day a winner will be chosen and that person will be the lucky recipient of that month's prize.


And what are the prizes? I hear you shout excitedly.


Well I shall tell you. Each month they will be different and depending on the size of the prize depends on just how difficult, thought provoking and time consuming the competition shall be.


So without further ado I bring to you the first ever The Crypt's Monthly Competition and this month the prize is a £10/$10 Amazon voucher, which shall be emailed to the winner.


THE COMPETITION IMAGE


THE COMPETITION RULES

To be in with a chance to win this month's prize all you have to do is write a short story, no longer than 200 words, based on the above image in whatever genre you desire and either post as a comment or email it to morbius_thelivingvampire@live.co.uk 

If you post as a comment don't forget to leave your email address (so I can send you your prize if you are the winner).

The competition closing time and date is 23:59;59 on SATURDAY 28TH JANUARY and the winner will be notified within 24 hours of the close of competition.

GOOD LUCK!!!

7 comments:

The AfterDark World with Ray Sostre said...

Sounds like a great plan.

Lindsay K. said...

Awesome idea! Here's my story:

Maybe I went too far again.

But he came up to me in the bar, promising a slovenly night of passion. Not the best smelling guy in the joint, with alcohol seeping from his pores, but I saw the precious life flowing just beneath his pale skin, the blood pumping furious and swift.

What can I say? I’m only a monster.

I reach out and brush a stray lock of hair from his face. His breath is unsteady, face drawn, sleeping in a fitful haze beside me. His mother is downstairs, making noise in the kitchen, making my situation that much worse.

Oh, my maker will have my head for this. I lean down and whisper in the guy’s ear. “Wake up, you fool.” He stirs but moans and buries his face in the pillow. “Last time you’ll pick up a vampire at the bar, isn’t it?”

His throat is exposed and I look away, trying to suppress the thirst. His room is adorned with mementos of a long dead life.
Nearly 30, where would he go?

Nowhere.

His mother glances up as I leave, wiping blood from my chin.

“Oops.” She screams and faints, and I leave, laughing.

Naughty Nights Press (NNP); Gina Kincade; Mistress Journals said...

Nice Lindsay!

ER Pierce said...

I followed the abhorrent scent.

He’d strolled into our house and walked straight to the bedroom, ignoring me as I sat at the scarred kitchen table. He’d been late, again. At six, he called to say he had a client meeting and would be home around nine. I looked over at the clock resting on the nightstand, Eleven O’clock.

I propped myself up next to him on the bed, leaning over to sniff his neck. He reeked of booze, and bargain-basement hydrangeas. The smell nauseated me. So did the knowledge he’d been with another woman.

I planned tonight down to the last detail. I wore my favorite nightie. I made his favorite dinner. I’d sat at the table I’d set at nine and anxiously awaited his appearance, ready to make up for the last six months. My mom watched the baby for us, so I could re-connect with Chad.

It seemed Chad and his cock had other plans.

Therapy sucked. They wanted me on these blue pills that suppressed my baser urges. I stopped taking them two months ago.

I flicked my index finger over the sharp silver blade, and a line of blood oozed down into my palm.

Payback.

Ken Charles said...

I'm game.

**********************

Unbelievable! Do I know how to pick them, or what? For this, I needed a specialized dating service? Over two hundred compatibility questions, and this is what I get for my money. After twenty-seven phones calls, one lunch at the mall, one casual dinner, one casual dinner and a movie, one nice dinner, and two dozen long-stem red roses, the first night I go home with him --nothing!

All he said he had to do was take one lousy blue pill. Was that so hard? One lousy blue pill! Over two hundred compatibility questions, and not a single one asked about color blindness!

2bmechick said...

'This is rediculous' She said to herself as she listened to the light snoring coming from the pillow beside her.

Reed and Jessica had been together for almost 5 years and the spark had dwindled in their relationship. They had decided to go to a little bed and breakfast out of town where no one knew them to try and rekindle that burning flame. Unfortunately before anything could be happened Reed had fallen asleep like every other night.

Jessica sighed to herself as she rolled onto her back and looked up at the white sealing. Slowly she spread her legs and slipped her fingers down between them. If Reed wasn't going to get her off this holiday, She sure as hell would do it herself.

gemma parkes said...

Vanessa had waited an hour for Tony to come to bed and now that he had, she wondered why she’d bothered. The sex was brief and mechanical. Tony still wore his vest and paused only briefly to lift Vanessa’s negligee, before pushing himself unceremoniously inside her, Grunting his way to a lazy climax before rolling from her to sleep.
There had been no kiss, instead Vanessa’s carefully coloured lips remained unsmudged. Vanessa decided there and then that Tony would no longer be welcome between her legs.
She allowed her mind to wander to Michael. She was sure he was just waiting for the opportunity to love Vanessa the way she deserved to be loved. She would call him first thing in the morning and arrange it. But for now…leaving the bed she made her way to the bathroom, where she lay down on the soft pile and, raising her hips, stroked her pussy. She thought of Michael as she allowed her fingers to slip inside her neglected wetness. She imagined his fingers pushing and stretching her. Then his cock would fill her, thrusting…Vanessa bucked her hips as her climax claimed her, she screamed silently towards the closed bathroom door. ‘Michael…’