Horror Event: Are You B-B-Bad to the Bone?

Before we start our new event, congratulations to !!! Sheldon Kleeman !!! 
He won Jodi’s Fleece Monster.

Sharpen your axe…it’s time to get a little blood on your shirt. Masked maniacs roam inside the dark shadows of the horror genre. They love to slice and dice, but it’s an expensive hobby! There are only so many horny campers or desperate hitchhikers, right?

A masked maniac raises a rusted machete—the carnivorous edge eclipses the silver cratered world—while two campers squirm inside a sleeping bag.

What happens next?

Please respond with story or poetry.

Carrie Lee Curiosity is sponsoring this terrifically twisted blog event, and the talented owner, Carrie Matthews, is a polymer clay artist. She specializes in creating designs of which nightmares are made. You have a chance to win a deadly work of art! A polymer Jason sculpture. Yup, that’s right! The baddest machete-wielding maniac can be yours to own.

Scare the hell out of your friends and family, or add Carrie Lee Curiosity’s Jason Sculpture to your collection of horror memorabilia.

If you’re in the mood to have nightmares, please follow these easy-peasy directions:

  1. Read the scenario
  2. Imagine what happens next
  3. Leave a comment
  4. Scare the hell out of everyone!

Event Rules

Anyone who participates in the event will be granted a number. The number is dictated by the numerical position of your comment. All eligible participants will be entered into a random number generator.

In order to be eligible to win Carrie Lee Curiosity’s Jason polymer sculpture, you MUST participate in the event. All comments are welcome, but only event-related comments will be granted a number.

The randomly chosen winner will be awarded Carrie Lee Curiosity’s Jason sculpture!

The winner is required to send their email address to: slashermonstersubmissions@gmail.com

If the winner does not respond within 24 hours, another person will be randomly selected. So, don’t miss out and remember to respond right away!

All events start on Friday and end on the following Monday.

  1. All eligible participates will be granted a number.
  2. Event numbers are chosen randomly.
  3. Winners are required to send their email address to SMM Magazine. Carrie will contact them directly about shipping the sculpture. 

Scenario

A masked maniac raises a rusted machete—the carnivorous edge eclipses the silver cratered world—while two campers squirm inside a sleeping bag.

…What happens next? Well…that’s up to you!

Please respond with story or poetry.


 

A Word From Carrie Lee Curiosity

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Say “Hi” to the creator of Carrie Lee Curiosity…
My name is Carrie Matthews, and I’m a polymer clay artist living in Louisiana. I have an amazing fiancé and two awesome fur babies, Loki and Dash.

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Fabulous Blog Event Writers

1. In the darkness they awake, confused, their mind racing in fear, he tries to sit up, but finds bonds wrapped around his sleeping bag, effectively trapping him inside, it’s then that he sees the glint of the blade, filled by the yellow, saliva drenched teeth.
“Sinners one and all, scum, diet of the earth, and to the earth you will return,” he hisses, the boy doesn’t even have a chance to scream as the knifes blade flashes before him, and, across his throat.

Matthew Tonks

 

 

2. And the machete it fell
like a demon from Hell.
And the maniac did laugh
as he sliced Bob’s head clean in half.
From the sleeping bag, Mary tried to wriggle,
the maniac, he did watch, and began to giggle.
Slowly he lifted the machete above his head
bringing it down, until Mary bled and bled and lay dead.

incarceratedshadows

 

 

3. In the final moment he looks deep into the eyes of his quarry.
The fear does not move him, the screams do not reach him. It is his own reflection in their tears that gives him pause, yet only for a moment.
What is this he has become?
He hides his pain behind the mask, his sorrow, his scars. A life lived in sorrow, molded by pain, now hidden from the world. Only his eyes show the truth of who he is.

He can not give in, he will not relent. If they knew him, knew his true weakness, they would mock him, laughing just like all the others.
No they must pay for their sins, they will not dishonor him, not again, not ever!

He crashes the blade down hard, releasing blood and bone.
Silencing the laughter that he could hear in their screams.

He is something new, something terrible.

He is vengeance.

 Phoenix Risen

 

 

4. “Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell the smell of stinky little bums.” The giant peers down at the diorama, amused by the horror drama. But, the stench of fear, sweat, and tears get the better of him. He picks up the wriggling zipped sleeping bag like an egg roll and pops it into his pie hole. The figure with the machete runs away, only to fall down from the table and gets disabled. ”Show over.” The giant yawns and lays down on the lawn.

 Karina Pinella  


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23 Comments on Horror Event: Are You B-B-Bad to the Bone?

  1. I’ve been known to be b-b-bad to the bone, but that badness doesn’t go all the way to my marrow, so you really shouldn’t feel the need to hide your knives when I visit…. or at least the butter knives 😀

    ***Many thanks to lovely Carrie for her sponsoring this bedeviled event! Her Jason sculpture sends fright down my spine — I absolutely love it, and can’t wait to read some dark stories or poems.

    Badass graphics by the one and only FlyTrapMan — no one does it better.

    Liked by 3 people

  2. In the darkness they awake, confused, their mind racing in fear, he tries to sit up, but finds bonds wrapped around his sleeping bag, effectively trapping him inside, it’s then that he sees the glint of the blade, filled by the yellow, saliva drenched teeth.
    “Sinners one and all, scum, diet of the earth, and to the earth you will return,” he hisses, the boy doesn’t even have a chance to scream as the knifes blade flashes before him, and, across his throat.

    Liked by 3 people

  3. And the machete it fell
    like a demon from Hell.
    And the maniac did laugh
    as he sliced Bob’s head clean in half.
    From the sleeping bag, Mary tried to wriggle,
    the maniac, he did watch, and began to giggle.
    Slowly he lifted the machete above his head
    bringing it down, until Mary bled and bled and lay dead.

    Liked by 5 people

  4. Phoenix Risen // July 10, 2017 at 6:24 pm // Reply

    In the final moment he looks deep into the eyes of his quarry.
    The fear does not move him, the screams do not reach him. It is his own reflection in their tears that gives him pause, yet only for a moment.
    What is this he has become?
    He hides his pain behind the mask, his sorrow, his scars. A life lived in sorrow, molded by pain, now hidden from the world. Only his eyes show the truth of who he is.

    He can not give in, he will not relent. If they knew him, knew his true weakness, they would mock him, laughing just like all the others.
    No they must pay for their sins, they will not dishonor him, not again, not ever!

    He crashes the blade down hard, releasing blood and bone.
    Silencing the laughter that he could hear in their screams.

    He is something new, something terrible.

    He is vengence.

    Liked by 3 people

  5. Phoenix Risen // July 10, 2017 at 8:52 pm // Reply

    What more could I ask for but the approval of Jason!

    We are like to peas in a pod, so many to kill, so little time 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  6. “Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell the smell of stinky little bums.” The giant peers down at the diorama, amused by the horror drama. But, the stench of fear, sweat, and tears get the better of him. He picks up the wriggling zipped sleeping bag like an egg roll and pops it into his pie hole.The figure with the machete runs away, only to fall down from the table and gets disabled.”Show over.” The giant yawns and lays down on the lawn.

    Liked by 4 people

  7. Awesome event! Enjoyed reading all the stories! And I will make sure to never go camping again 😉

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