Really big Hallowe'en challenge.
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Hope is important.
Hi. I thought of an idea for Mega-zine.
We could try to write lots of spooky and scary letters for Maga-zine on Hallowe'en.
It would be pretty cool and fun, I think. We could try to make a whole day of VR letters, maybe.
Please does anyone want to write a Hallowe'eny letter at-all?
Halloze'en.
We could try to write lots of spooky and scary letters for Maga-zine on Hallowe'en.
It would be pretty cool and fun, I think. We could try to make a whole day of VR letters, maybe.
Please does anyone want to write a Hallowe'eny letter at-all?
Halloze'en.
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Isn't it? I'm interested at least.
I'll think of something.
I'll think of something.
It's scary when a 'Ziner becomes crap, so maybe we should all become crap?
Gosh, sorry it is a silly idea :-[
Let me rephrase that... "Yes, I'm in."
Gosh, sorry it is a silly idea :-[
Let me rephrase that... "Yes, I'm in."
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Colin.
It's scary when a 'Ziner becomes crap, so maybe we should all become crap?
Gosh, sorry it is a silly idea :-[
Colin.
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Hope is important.
Quote: Paddy_Irishman
It is too scary!
I was going to send in a letter pretending I was Emma-lil-angel but that might make the real one write in
It is too scary!
Hope is important.
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Scary Hallowe'en Mini-Megazine (31/10/2005).
Page One.
Little Gruesome Fox. Happy Hallowe'en! Mwahahahah!
Screaming Spiky Stuy. I'm back! Aaaah!
Emma-the-lil-fallen-angel. I'm back too! AAAAH! The horror!
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Page Two.
"It's aliiive!".
One dark and stormy night, with bolts of lightning and a mind of vitriol, madness and loneliness, I tried to create my perfect boyfriend.
But, oh, I was so foolish to disturb nature. - I've created an unlovable monster.
He has orange hair. And freckles! On his arms!!
What have I done?
Little Becky HeadWounds.
Maybe it is you who is
THE UNLOVABLE MONSTER?
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Page Three.
Trick or Treat?
Ah, Halloween. The only time of the year when people can give strange small children sweets without getting lynched by Daily Mail readers.
A few children came round my door, actually. One was dressed as a witch, and so naturally I told her to wait till I got the matches so I could burn her, because that's what we do to witches.
I was joking, of course. I didn't have any matches.
Freshly Strangled Cynic.
You should save some of them
FOR BONFIRE NIGHT!
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Page Four.
The Horrible Halloween Monster.
I lie in my bed, terrible and old, watching the street lights glow and dance when a noise peels me away from my thoughts. It's a low hum, like some sort of Horrible Halloween Monster!! "Oh no", I screamed, monsters are notoriously bad news. I curled up in bed awaiting the monster's venomous fangs...the tension mounted... I feared every new noise..."tick...tock" went the incessant clock...I waited.
The following day, after surviving, I realised it was all a dream.
Hallowe'en stories are my speciality.
Topper Van Dort.
Are you sure
IT WAS A DREAM...?
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Page Five.
Hallowe'en brings out the evil in us all.
I watched silently as she took the knife, gleaming silver in the moonlight, the blood dark in patches a quietly dripping to the floor. She stabbed inwards, a violent movement, carving out an eye, a nose, teeth.
Orange flesh fell to the floor, the smell of guts and gore carried in the still, humid air. I switched on the light. There on the floor were the severed limbs of my fellow kitchen members, decapitated heads, blank eyes staring vacantly.
Tough break, lasses. Shouldn't have forced me to listen to James sodding Blunt.
Elden Braaains.
They got what
THEY DESERVED!
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Page Six.
The Raven (Final Verse).
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting,
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Edgar Allen Poe.
Nameless here for ever more
THIS IS IT AND NOTHING MORE.
*Today's Hallowe'en Megazine was screamed at you in the keys of A, and C; and also by the number 6.
*Special *thank you* to Alan and Alex and Alice.
*Happy Hallowe'en!
Well I've a selection but they're both really sh*te and not scary at all. Wish I'd submitted last year's again.
Scary Hallowe'en Mini-Megazine (31/10/2005).
Page One.
Little Gruesome Fox. Happy Hallowe'en! Mwahahahah!
Screaming Spiky Stuy. I'm back! Aaaah!
Emma-the-lil-fallen-angel. I'm back too! AAAAH! The horror!
----- -----
Page Two.
"It's aliiive!".
One dark and stormy night, with bolts of lightning and a mind of vitriol, madness and loneliness, I tried to create my perfect boyfriend.
But, oh, I was so foolish to disturb nature. - I've created an unlovable monster.
He has orange hair. And freckles! On his arms!!
What have I done?
Little Becky HeadWounds.
Maybe it is you who is
THE UNLOVABLE MONSTER?
----- -----
Page Three.
Trick or Treat?
Ah, Halloween. The only time of the year when people can give strange small children sweets without getting lynched by Daily Mail readers.
A few children came round my door, actually. One was dressed as a witch, and so naturally I told her to wait till I got the matches so I could burn her, because that's what we do to witches.
I was joking, of course. I didn't have any matches.
Freshly Strangled Cynic.
You should save some of them
FOR BONFIRE NIGHT!
----- -----
Page Four.
The Horrible Halloween Monster.
I lie in my bed, terrible and old, watching the street lights glow and dance when a noise peels me away from my thoughts. It's a low hum, like some sort of Horrible Halloween Monster!! "Oh no", I screamed, monsters are notoriously bad news. I curled up in bed awaiting the monster's venomous fangs...the tension mounted... I feared every new noise..."tick...tock" went the incessant clock...I waited.
The following day, after surviving, I realised it was all a dream.
Hallowe'en stories are my speciality.
Topper Van Dort.
Are you sure
IT WAS A DREAM...?
----- -----
Page Five.
Hallowe'en brings out the evil in us all.
I watched silently as she took the knife, gleaming silver in the moonlight, the blood dark in patches a quietly dripping to the floor. She stabbed inwards, a violent movement, carving out an eye, a nose, teeth.
Orange flesh fell to the floor, the smell of guts and gore carried in the still, humid air. I switched on the light. There on the floor were the severed limbs of my fellow kitchen members, decapitated heads, blank eyes staring vacantly.
Tough break, lasses. Shouldn't have forced me to listen to James sodding Blunt.
Elden Braaains.
They got what
THEY DESERVED!
----- -----
Page Six.
The Raven (Final Verse).
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting,
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Edgar Allen Poe.
Nameless here for ever more
THIS IS IT AND NOTHING MORE.
*Today's Hallowe'en Megazine was screamed at you in the keys of A, and C; and also by the number 6.
*Special *thank you* to Alan and Alex and Alice.
*Happy Hallowe'en!
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