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1'st Place Frenzy
A TRICK OR A TREAT?

 

It's the night before All Hallow's Eve and once again, tossing and turning, I find myself dreaming about being inworld

 

Trouble with the server again! Avies popping off left and right..our messagers blinking like crazy with questions asking if we had been booted too. I wasn't having any problems so far and luckily was still inworld with the usual crowd in New York. ( Rags, Passion Quest, Madonna, Spudz, Leo, Lady Dracul, Little Wing, Blastie, and me).

 

We were laughing and joking and keeping tabs on population count. Hmmmm...we wondered how come we hadn't been disconnected with all the others. Only 13 people in world at the time...no one had heard from UPPER staff and no one else was getting in either.

 

We were starting to get freaked....where was everyone and why were we the only avies inworld? Hopefully they will have it fixed before the event starts so we can all celebrate Halloween together.

 

As we stood in the locale, a feeling of uneasiness could be felt among everyone. There are all 13 of us in here now (the other 4 decided to join us), and we couldn't move our avies to any other locale. The graphics seemed to start changing, things look more dimensional and it was getting darker as though nighttime had arrived in the locale...we could see shadows moving around our avies....no one spoke as these changes took place....but an evil feeling prevailed.

 

In my half sleep, half awake state, I could hear my alarm clock going off...I tried to smack the snooze alarm, but realized it was my avie moving instead...what was going on here? I tried to awaken myself but nothing happened... I still saw myself in my dream....wait, this couldn't be going on. I knew I had to wake up....

 

At that moment, Robert unghosted in the locale with Cherry Pie, Cuz and Kenn flanking him...they all had evil grins on their faces as Robert said to us....

 

TRICK OR TREAT FROM VZC!!

 

One avie asked him what was going on with the server and us being the only ones there. He stood there, looking at us with a sneering glare and then laughed a horrible laugh..(yes, we could hear his laugh as real as any.)

 

I felt fear, I wanted to wake up..."Let me get outta this dream!!!!, I screamed. "I need to go to work"

 

The fear was tearing me apart inside!!!!! I could hear my son calling my name, so distant yet so close, but all my answers to him went unheard. I remained in my dreamstate and finally I heard Robert telling us in a deep booming voice...

 

"You have been chosen to receive from us a wonderful treat... to be the first avie souls welcomed to VZones... Your destiny is to spend all of eternity as avatars in our world...you are dead to real world..totally vanished and now will reside here forevermore!!!! Muhahahahaahahahahahahhha!!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

A dream you say??? Perhaps...but explain to me why I can talk to you without typing...tell me why I am not conscious to anything but this world...tell me why I never see my sons... tell me why I never awakened from my dream...........

 

 

 

 
2'nd Place HVAC
      ~**~ One Frightful Night ~**~
 
 
 
     Oh there was a lot of weirdness about, that I'd certainly never seen...
Goblins and ghoulies and monsters galore,
Bats on the wing and so very much more...
Witches and warlocks in dastardly fright,
and all sorts of things that go bump in the night...
          ~**~         
     They all kept me up in a most fearful state,
as many small children stayed out very late.
What were they after, ( I just had to know )
these fiends in the night with no place to go?
They floated around, these loose body parts:
Some eyeballs, a hand, and a pulsating heart...
          ~**~         
     Bodies and bones of skeletal remains,
Corpses and coffins, and a few scattered Brains!
Desperate they traipsed on to every door,
holding out bags, and begging for more...
          ~**~         
     I must find this malady, with which they'd been stricken,
cause these folks didn't know "Come'ere from Sic'em!"
So I pondered and scratched this vexing enigma,
To learn all about this October stigma...
          ~**~         
To discover the cause of this uncontrollable craving,
That appeared to be so completely enslaving.
And it struck me then, like a Thunderous Bolt,
the cause of all this shocking revolt...
          ~**~         
     The answer to my question, made me feel rather dandy,
Why it could be nothing less then those bags of EVIL DEMON CANDY!
 
3'rd Place Rinnea
~**~ Roadkill Diner ~**~ 
 

 

     Please join us at a late night bash
It's Halloween's big Monster mash.
On cold asphalt there is nothing finer,
Then going down to the Roadkill Diner.
Those scary beasts that terrorize,
And spooks that swoop down from the skies.
Each acts so mean but has bad luck,
Beneath the tires of a pick-up truck.
     The ghost and goblins boo, then frown,
As eighteen wheelers mow them down.
A wave of carnage fills the roads,
With miles of piles of kamikaze toads.
So there before us is a Monster's spread,
Wings and fangs, and sometimes a head.
Oh, please do come and eat your fill,
And never ever receive a bill.
     There are popped out eyes and battered bats,
An abundance of black spattered cats.
Splintered bones and gargoyle brains,
Goblin guts and long red veins.
That werewolf over there wearing mangled fur socks,
Will fill a coffin size take-out box.
An artery, Yummmm, that still can spurt,
Will offer us a fine dessert.
A prying stick (toothpick) will keep you neat,
For Roadkill is the sweeter meat...
     Yes, It's been said, and I've heard it be told
That the Roadkill Diner is the place to go,
So lets stop in for one last treat,
And hope it's not you they're serving up next week.
Roll those  bones and pick them clean,
And do come back next Halloween...
 
4'th Place Bubbles O'riley

 

Long time ago in a town that is only a speck on the map, there lived a couple who were very poor.

 

The oldest of their seven kids, Jack, was a young lad of 17 and on his way home from school one day he walked pass Farmers Gravestones House when he noticed a huge pumpkin patch. Visions of pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, pumpkin jam and other good things to eat filled his mind. He noticed one of the pumpkins was off to the side of the other and close to the fence. It was four times larger than any of the others.

 

That night when he was laying in bed with his stomach growing he again though of the pumpkins. For dinner that evening he had shared an omelet, made of three eggs and two slices of cheese, with his six siblings. That one pumpkin would feed his family for a long time.

 

Every day for the next week Jack walked by Farmers Gravestones house and the pumpkin seemed to get bigger by the day. And his stomach keep grumbling.

 

The temptation was too much and on the 8th day after his family was asleep he tip toed out of the house and headed for Farmers Gravestones pumpkin patch armed with a kitchen knife, a wagon and a lantern. He climbed over the fence and walked up to the huge pumpkin. There was no way he was going to be lift that pumpkin and place in his wagon so he took out his knife and started cutting out pieces. Placing eight pieces in his wagon he headed home feeling quite happy with his self.

 

When he got home he noticed a large pot on the stove the idea occurred to him that as he did not really want the outside of the pumpkin, it would be wise to scoop out the inside contents into the pot.

 

Placing a spoon, the pot, his knife and lantern in the table cloth and tied it with a long rope, he headed back to the pumpkin patch. There he climbed a tree that was next to the pumpkin with the end of the rope tied to his belt. After the rope was untired he took out the knife and cutting a large hole in the top of the pumpkin he lifted off the top and let it fall to the ground. Grabbing the lantern he leaned further over the tree limb looking into the pumpkin. Snap!! The tree limb broke and Jack and the lantern fell in.

 

And that was how the 1st Jack-o-Lantern came to be.