75-WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- December 2012 -- VICTORY TO REIVER33!

[Perpetual Man]

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Be Careful What You Wish For (A Simple Case of Learning to Spell)
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Dear Satan
I haf bin a very gud boy and my muumy sed I Kan right and tel you wat I want four Xmas. Pleese can you make it snow so I can haf a cold man and daddy was upset wen his trees fell over so can he haf a new corpse pleez. my baby sister would like some teef and all I want is some sort of bat. Fang you
Tommy

 

[Lucky_Lola]

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Red and Green is the Winter Solstice

My prison was evergreen.

Unwilling, I was made god of the grove and locked in the pine's embrace. On the darkest night they would come, cold and afraid, and dribble dark blood through the bark. It was never enough.

A lord is nothing without subjects. Alone, ensnared within the green heart, I hungered. Weak, I slumbered.

A sharp thunk, my prison trembled.

"That tree will be perfect, Daddy!"

I smiled. Freedom was delicious.

 

[J Riff]

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Give us this Day our bloody Blood
Vlad was opening presents as Fangette hurled wrapping paper into the fireplace.
“Blood.” said Vlad flatly. “More bloody blood.”
“Who’s it from, dear?”
“Count Corpuscula. Same thing from the Thiborgs and Draklowskis - bloody bags of blood.”
“Well… we don’t need anything else, dear.”
“I know. But it’s boring. Blood is getting more boring every year.”
“Well, your idea of filling a swimming pool with blood was good.”
“Ach, give it to bleedin’ charity instead.”

 

[Parson]

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Life, Death, and Salvation


Darkness and I conspire,
For a bloody, terrible, life,
Undead, yet not alive.
Blood sustains.
It gives not life or rest.
I hunt.

A cave,
Smells of blood.
Hunger draws me.
I stalk.

A Jewess,
And a babe;
Salvation awaits.
I attack.

A light,
Blinding light,
Changes me and
Gives surprising salvation.
I die.

No longer chained undead,
But unchained dead.
A miracle,
I rest.

A Babe is
My God and
My salvation.
I live.
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[TheTomG]

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Guilt gnawed at his heart – how many centuries since his arrogance and lust had transformed him? He had lost count.

Be he could atone. Only one would go missing tonight, just one, to sustain him the entire year. That was fair, wasn’t it? Quick and painless, in their sleep. Yet he would bring joy to millions. Yes - a fair trade.

He put on the familiar red suit, and set out on his way.

 

[Warren_Paul]

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SANTA DOESN’T BRING PRESENTS FOR VAMPIRES​

He knows when you’ve been good or bad, he knows when you’re awake, but nobody ever told me once if he knows when you are dead.

The trap was laid with cookies and milk. I tiptoed down the stairs.

I bared my fangs for all to see.

Tonight I wouldn’t be the only one dead.

 

[The Spurring Platty]

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Vampire, Junior

He lay in his coffin, the sun setting on Christmas Day. Had Santa visited them?
His kind respected Santa: a night worker who could enter houses without invitation.

He thought his tongue felt two pricks, but he wasn’t certain.
He leapt out of the coffin and passed a mirror. Not helpful.

“Mommy, mommy, do I have them?” he yelled running up the stairs.
All he wanted for Christmas was his two front teeth.

…

 

[hopewrites]

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Zombie Jesus and the Vampire Choir Sing...
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Silver Bells

The world ended, undefended,
Cheesy Hollywood style.
In the end it was all~
Too easy.

Hear the bones crunch,
See the fiends bunch,
This was Santa’s ‘big scene’
Then above all this hustle you hear...

Silver bells, Silver bells.
‘pocalypse time for the wicked.
Ting-a-ling hear them ring
“Unexpected doomsday”.

 

[Moonbat]

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The True Christmas Vampires​

“...negative tax bill this year.”

“Well done accounts, onto Christmas.”

“We own thousands of church car parks and will charge a premium for parking on Christmas day. We also own the image of Christ in a manger, anyone depicting the baby Jesus must pay us a royalty. And we've successfully re-branded the three kings, bringing them into line with our range of microwave ovens.”

“Excellent!” Said the CEO “Christmas will have a new meaning.”

 

[David Evil Overlord]

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I’m Not Undead Yet!​

Age wearied the genehacker. Time wore him down, until erosion exposed unexpected bones.

His loved ones drowned in the river of time, geological ages ago.

Sick of treading water, he deactivated the safeties on his DNA Elixir-Mixer, and spidered himself for Christmas.

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He scuttled up the chimney. The child impaled on his fangs grew weaker as his venom melted her from inside out.

Dressed as Santa, he could hide anywhere in this city.

 

[Interversus]

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“Don’t get me wrong, it’s easy pickings with them staggering around all unawares and merry, but everything in moderation.”

“Moderation?”

“Well, we’re not talking about sipping arteries full of custard,”

“Ah, I see.”

“Sucked this tinselly lass dry last year, then failed a breath test on the way home.”

“What happened?”

“Eighteen month bat ban.”

“Ouch.”

“Happens again and I’m stalking for good.”

“Harsh.”

“So, it’s turkey blood for me this Christmas.”

“Bloody crackers.”

“Mmmmm.”

 

[DthenB]

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Thomas' parents marked the door with the old rune, and these few dashes of wren's blood and ash of fallen maple were all it took to call to Him. It was then that He came, on the longest night of the year, savoring shadows, paws marking the virgin snow. Prints shallow to and deeper from the small house, for Thomas left in His bag, and his parents' next son would learn to appreciate his vegetables.

 

[chrispenycate]

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Tree Ornaments
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Despite cocktail sticks through tiny hearts, the black wings stir, tinkling crucifixes against miniature bells. Malevolent eyes flash multicolour, replacing fairy lights. Anticoagulant tongues flicker behind razor incisors.

From tree apex the fairy, equally death-rejected, feels prickly fir thrust most intimately and, pitying neighbours, dreams of fire, or damage irreparable, to force rejection, dustbin jettison.

But twelfth night comes and, tissue wrapped, the adversaries are put away together awaiting next year's solstice sacrifice.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

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When the Cold of Winter Comes​

On the darkest night of the year we hunt, winged and fearsome. In the distance, the sweet sound of Christmas carols.

Zôrôêl spots our prey. The hunter now becomes the hunted.

He flees, but I am swifter. Circling, diving, I thrust a fiery spear into his heart.

He burns, dissolves.

We weep, all of us together, at sending a damned soul to Hell -- but if angels will not hunt the undead, who will?

 

[James Coote]

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Stocking
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"Lilly says if you peek in your stocking before Christmas day, miniature vampires jump out and bite you. She didn't believe until her mum filled them wearing metal gloves."

His mother looked incredulous.

"She has bite holes on her finger from one. She might turn into a vampire; get no presents, because vampires have no souls."

"Don't be silly," his mother replied. "I've received presents every Christmas for over two hundred years!"

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

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Miracles

Yeshua walked into the homeless shelter wearily. The night had been wet and windy, with the promise of a cruel winter to come. He gazed at the others, filthy and mumbling, who had taken shelter here. A gaudy aluminum tree stood in one corner, covered with tinsel.

An old man slept on a cot, away from the others. Yeshua approached him and knelt. As he had for more than two millenia, he drank. Happy birthday.

 

[mosaix]

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Who’s Been A Good Girl Then?

Nancy couldn’t sleep. She loved Christmas; Santa, presents, turkey – the whole thing.

A shadow at the moonlit window! Across the room in a flash, she threw it wide.

“What’s this?” she shouted. “You’re supposed to come down the chimney! And wear red, not black! And wings? Where’s Rudolph? You’re spoiling it!”

Taken aback, the figure fell away. Nancy peered out. He was below, impaled on a sharp branch.

“Oh dear,” said Nancy, “no toys now.”

 

[HareBrain]

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The Small Hours


Worshippers spew from the lamplit porch. Huxley leaves last, shoes crunching frost. I stand from Mother's gravestone.

'Christmas again, Reverend. Shall I win?'

'Bartholomew. It's cold.'

'Your aged blood thins. Death creeps near. Join me.'

'I'll not be your prize.'

'Like your "saviour", I've transcended nature. Unlike him, my existence is indubitable.'

'My wife's making cocoa. Goodbye.'

The idiot departs. Cocoa! Next year he'll plead to be turned. Or the next.

I've plenty of time.

 

[Glen]

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Christmas Kiss

The Christmas kiss used to be a special treat. Touching lips with those beautiful girls. Soft, full, sweet. Just teenagers. It was the essence of Christmas – sharing, love, togetherness. A long time ago.

Now, since I was kissed by the countess, it has all changed. Look! It’s like a charnel house! It’s enough to put the girls off.

I had better move my mistletoe if I want another feed.

 

[VALIS13]

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“I got an orange,” said Tom, a broad smile across his round, flushed face. “But why has Simon just got coal?”
“Simon’s been bad,” his mother smoothed the dark hair from his eyes.
“Simon got an orange last year,” and if in answer, his brother’s enraged screaming echoed from the basement.
“Never mind Simon, eat your orange.”
Tom bit hungrily, and the blood spilled down his chin.