New CafeDoom feature

[Ed]

We're in need of a new story for the front page - Donna's Tidal Wave story has been up for nearly two months now (where did that time go? ).  So, I've decided to set a Story of the Month comp for March.

It is as it sounds - and it's open to anybody that wants to enter.  Write a dark tale on any theme you like, but, with Easter falling in March this year, it might be nice to include it somehow   Keep it down to 1500 words or less, otherwise nobody will read it.   I wish I had thought about it a week or two ago, which would have given you all more time to write something - with March fast approaching we'll need to see entries on or just after the end of Feb, with a quick vote, lasting a couple of days.  Hopefully that'll give us a new front page by the 5th or 6th of March.

From now on, we'll run a Story of the Month Comp (SMC for short ) and the winner will be decided by forum poll and placed on the front page of the site.  Next time there will be a bit more notice

Any takers?  

[LashSlash]

Fear by LashShlash

We have to learn to knock out fear and prevent it from becoming the middleman, demanding its percentage of our day-to-day existence. We pay no dues to fear. It cannot prevail upon us as it has no personal consequence except to be utilized as a tool- an open cheque, endorsed to deposit terror in our enemies’ minds.

The intrigue of playing Russian roulette with someone’s conscious and subconscious I find to be enthralling. I imagine that winding a string around the equatorial line of the brain’s hemispheres thus improvising a yo-yo of the mind, then playing loop the loop with the psyche cannot be considered a recess time activity.

The theory of escorting someone through the tunnel of terror until the warmth of loosened bowels is the only comfort against the coldness clutching at their very beings, when a jerk of the string turns on the light at the end of the tunnel, illuminating a last hope of hopes for salvation, then another yo-yo jerk transforms the light of redemption into a thundering express train bearing down into the victims psyche, finally smashing it into smithereens, is not only captivating but something we can utilize in our dayly fight for survival.

A final quote: “Ha-I laugh in the face of danger”, sums it up.
the end (c) 2005

[doolols]

Nice one, Blunty. Might just be enough for me to get my typing fingers out again!

Doo 

[Ed]

Two takers already then?   Good stuff!

[SharonBell]

Hiya Blunt--

Is any topic other than Easter acceptable? I have a story started, but it doesn't relate to any holiday.

Sharon

[santhere]

I guess a tale of the easter bunny putting anthrax in the eggs, killing millions isn't acceptable because it has to be DARK.. well I tell ya the easter bunny can be pretty damn scary if she wants to..

[Ed]

Sharon - any topic is fine, as long as it's dark in some way, thanks.  

Santhere - the Easter Bunny's a 'she'?   I thought it was a bloke bunny, for some reason

[santhere]

well that is because you are a guy, guy :lol:

thats the way it works, women say she and men say he, not to imply I am not a 100 procent Machocop, but still..
I am going to write the anthrax thing anyway, and make it really creepy and OMINOUS..

[SharonBell]

Santhere, you're scaring me already!

Blunt, when do you want these by?

Sharon

[JoyceCarter]

Yes, when's 'on or soon after the end of February'?  If you keep it open till - say - Saturday, I may be able to spin something.  I'd like to.

[JoyceCarter]

BTW, I always thought the Easter Bunny was a 'he', which I'm not.  But then, I only know about him from what I've heard from Americans - he wasn't a feature of English childhood when I was in it!

[SharonBell]

BTW, I always thought the Easter Bunny was a 'he', which I'm not.  But then, I only know about him from what I've heard from Americans - he wasn't a feature of English childhood when I was in it!

E.B.'s Gender seemed to derive from popular US song, "Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail, hippity-hoppity, Easter's on its way!"

Easter brings back interesting memories for me and siblings. One year, I'm told, we spent Easter at St Elizabeth's Hospital (for the mentally ill) in Washington DC, visiting my alcoholic/paranoid schizophrenic father.  You may have heard of one of his fellow patients, a shy retiring poet 
by the name of Ezra Pound.  I'm trying to get my brother to get photos from my mother. I don't speak with my mother, long tale. Would love to have a snapshot with EP and family. Sort of surreal, no? 

Now, aren't you glad you brought that up? I'll bite my tongue now. 

Sharon

[santhere]

I think I will call it The Easter Bunny and the Terror Egg Incident, that's scary isn't it? :lol:

[SharonBell]

I will have nightmares.

[JoyceCarter]

Ezra Pound, eh?  Let us know if you have any success.

You've reminded me of what we were told by someone we know who had to visit a relative who was in a mental hospital following a nervous breakdown.  There was often a fellow patient around, a very nice, well-spoken lady.  Mostly, she seemed absolutely normal, but just occasionally, she would mutter in an undertone in the middle of otherwise ordinary conversation, 'I killed him, you know.  I put him in the sausage machine.'  Our friend thought what a shame that such a charming woman should be having these horrible delusions.

That is until he heard that her name was (and here I'm changing it for obvious reasons) Mrs Smith.  And remembered that a very well-known local brand is Smith's Sausages.  And looked up newspaper archives and discovered that Mr Smith had been caught in adultery by his wife, who had... yes...