I am not sure, but I think this is the wrong place to post that...
I mean shmeng, period...I could be wrong
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posted on 14/12/2006 at 07:12 PM
oh, i don't know. I think zombies are pretty shmengy, though the picture
seems a bit much. sides, from what i understand there are writers in them
thar webboards....
that makes me miss someone. who is it....ah...yes... britva, it makes me
miss britva.
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i mean... the advertising of a competition... jsut... sours my milk
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posted on 14/12/2006 at 08:22 PM
i don't know. i think at some point or another everyone here has advertised
on shmeng for something. i know i'm guilty of it.
i think it would be more shmengy if she were asking us to pay to enter. as
it is we get cool artwork on any theme for writing a little story. what the
hell? nothings better then free for very little work. it could be cool.
granted if i win i'd rather have nakeid photos, but that's just me.
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Not folks... just me... I disagree with its placement... but for my own
reasons... but I got silent because everyone else disagreed...
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posted on 19/1/2007 at 03:49 AM
Congratulations, Meranda, you are a WINNER!!! *grins* but not as much of a
winner as I was when I was valedictorian of a graduating class of two...
LOL
So, what subject matter have you chosen for your prize?
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posted on 7/3/2007 at 08:40 PM
The winner of the I WANT YOUR ZOMBIE"S Contest has been selected and here
is the entry as well as the prize.
sorry about the glare on the painting... darned camera...
He waited for her. He knew she would come for him... she was sentimental
that way. Even after all the changes, he knew her heart and thoughts would
always turn to him. When she found him, he would be ready for her.
Don was unnaturally quiet as he moved through the dark house. Their home.
It had been such a bright place, full of love and hope. Now, debris
littered the once immaculate bedroom. The site of the first attack.
Zombies. Don's lips twitched at the irony. Angela loved zombie movies. Now
she was living in a horror movie of her own.
He looked down at his hands, examined once again the broken nails, the
bloody scratches... all a testament of the violence that had consumed his
Angela. The last time he had seen her, she was bloodier than himself,
wild-eyed with rage and pain. She had escaped him that time. She wouldn't
escape again. He had to kill her. She would kill him without a thought,
now. It was his life or hers.
A soft creaking broke the silence. He looked up as he heard the soft
footsteps padding toward the room. His lips twisted into a pained smile.
She was coming... his Angel. His heart nearly shattered as the door opened
and she stood there in the moonlight, wild and beautiful... and deadly.
"Angela." His voice came out in a gutteral rasp. "Angela."
She just stood there for a moment, dark blood streaking her ravaged face.
His heart ached with the beauty of her, his love for her. Then he lunged at
her.
The sound of a gunshot being fired roared in his ears as his chest
exploded, sending putrid fragments to splatter the already blood soaked
walls. Angela stood over him, shotgun pointed at his head as he looked
helplessly up at her. "I'm sorry, Don. " Tears made white tracks through
the blood covering her beautiful face. "I'm so sorry. But you're already
dead." She tightened her grip on the shotgun. "I love you, Don."
He couldn't let her do this. His sweet Angel, he couldn't let her kill him.
Besides, he was so hungry. He reached for her, snarling with hunger and
fear. His hand caught her leg, pulling her off balance. As soon as she was
down, he was on her. He could feel the warm beat of her blood, her life.
The struggle excited him, his mouth watered violently as she twisted and
writhed beneath him. Her screams were sweet music as he ripped and tore at
her plump little arms, blood flowing from the deep scratches like fine red
wine. He was going to eat her. And then, she would be part of him
forever.
He pressed his weight to her, gripping her hair in both hands and twisting
her head to look into her eyes one last time. Her eyes were so blue, so
liquid and dark. He wanted to pop one out and roll it around in his mouth
like a piece of gummy candy. His thumbs slid slowly across her face. Just a
little pressure...
The world exploded as the roar of a shotgun blast sent everything he was
into oblivion. His last thought was, "I love you too... Angela."
Prize
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posted on 8/3/2007 at 07:28 AM
Damn, Meranda...you sure won you a nice one there! Well done on both counts
and lovely work as usual, Hollie.
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