Memnalar held a literature contest over the Halloween season, WINNERS - All Hallow's Tales 2015
So many awesome, spooky entries! Here's a quick recap of the winners, and their rightfully earned features:
Two Birds With One StoneThe thing about ghosts is, it's not the fact that they're dead or that they're breaking the boundary between worlds or going against the natural order of things that's actually scary about them. And it's not the fact that things move or go missing while you can see that nothing's touching them. I mean, yeah, it takes some getting used to – but there are rules and you can learn them. A different set of rules than ours, sure, but you once you get used to it it's as ordinary as, I don't know, traffic.
No, the actual problem with ghosts is the fear.
I don't mean the fear of the unknown, or anything. I mean they can just scare you for no reason. Turn on an uncanny switch. It's like dragonfear, except I've never seen or heard of a real dragon and I'm pretty sure it'd be impossible not to notice them if they were real. I mean, they're huge, they breathe fire (or acid or ice or – they breathe something, anyway), they fly, and anytime anyone gets within fi
House H(a)untingThe apparition raised its translucent arms and began to wail.
“I come from Hell! From Hell! From— Bloody hell.”
The spirit of Edmund Aspinall grabbed at his shroud as it headed downwards. He pulled it up round his shoulders again and wrapped it around his body.
“You don’t half feel the chill once you’re away from the flames of eternal damnation.”
Miss Amelia Gould, medium-slash-estate agent, nodded sympathetically and entered ‘Hell’ into the address box on the form.
She looked up to see Mr. Aspinall still rearranging his shroud. He smiled weakly.
“I apologise for the rather revealing attire. If I’d realised I was going to be wandering around like this for all eternity, I would have made sure my nearest and dearest had known to bury me in a pair of drawers.”
“Please don’t worry about it, Mr. Aspinall. I am a professional.” Miss Gould put the form to one side. “So, I take it you’r
Joanie The assembly was lovely. The guest speakers ensnared the entire room, the slideshow was endearing, albeit a bit corny with the use of those sappy pop songs with the over-dramatic piano bits in them. But the most exceptional part was the moment of silence. For once, no one dared to make a sound, taking it as seriously as they could. I could see my friend Charlotte, sitting at the far end of the auditorium. Her eyes were red, blotchy from the sentimental bits of the whole event. I wish I could have sat next to her, but the matter was a bit out of my hands. I couldn't find a seat next to her. Or anywhere, for that matter.
It sort of sucks being dead.
It was now time for the eulogies. With shaking legs, Charlotte made her way to the stage, grasping a worn piece of paper. At the podium, she took a deep breath that made her body shudder. But as the words began to leave her mouth, she immediately seized up, the tears returning to her eyes. Quickl
In addition to the top three, there were judges picks! Copied from Memnalar -
TheMaidenInBlack picked Ghosts Don't Tell Lies by Yukime-no-lady
neurotype picked This Is My House by Rieal-Dragonsbane
LiliWrites picked Day of the Dead by Rhoder
Speaking of writing, it's the middle of November - is anybody participating in NaNoWriMo? I am (was? pretending to? trying to?), if you're a NaNo writer and signed up to the website, feel free to throw me your name! We can be NaNo buddies! (Maybe?)