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Weekly Contest #22
I met her one hundred years ago. My hair had a little less grey in it and my eyes still danced with the youth of a freshly turned vampire. It was at a party-the last New Year's Eve party that I have ever bothered to attend amongst the mortals. I had selected a meal for that night. The virgin neck of the Mayor's daughter. I was something of a connoisseur, back in those days. I had been following her for nigh upon seven nights and was prepared to make my move. My fangs, oh, how they ached for her blood!I weaved my way through shadows and sweat...
Weekly Contest #21
On the first day of Christmas I met my Uncle Stan. All dressed in blue he was, with skin like roasted ham. He flashed his silver pocket-watch and gave me a smile, And told me he intended to stay for a while. His waistcoat shone, his tie gleamed bright red, The same colour, I’ll wager, as Old St Nick’s sled. Dad welcomed him in with a face rather pale, As outside the rain it turned into hail. On the second day of Christmas it was still raining hard, Uncle Stan, my cellmate, passed me a Christ...
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