Thread: Writing Challenge [6/11/08]: Wolfombiepire

Writing Challenge [6/11/08]: Wolfombiepire
Type: Fiction/Horror/Short
Posted: 2:00 pm (GMT -6)
Deadline: 05:00pm (GMT -6) 06/15/2008

[Submitted by the last winner, AnnoyingAlliteration]
Write about a scenario in which someone faces the effects of a zombie, werewolf and vampire bite all in the same night. 500 words or less.

So there I was--sitting on red satin sheets, my fluffy tail stiff from stress and my tongue lolling from the heat under the lights and silver umbrellas—when the director motions a gaunt man over the to bed.

He strips with a fangly smile, lays down next to me, and offers a skinny, white hand. “Hi, I’m Eddie the Vamp.”

“Kyle,” I say and shake his rather chilly and amazingly well manicured hand. “You done this kind of thing before?”

“You don’t watch much of these flicks, do you?”

I shake my shaggy head. “My wife’d kill m--”

Two beefy guys drag a rotting, walking corpse onto the set by a stainless steel collar and chains. They carefully hook it up behind the head of the bed so that it can’t reach us—but only barely.

Eddie continues as though the corpse was nothing but a new office plant, “See this is going to be the first ever stiff-fluff-suck porn, Kyle. Not sure what catchy term they’ll come up with for it yet.”

“How about ‘gross’?”

A big-eyed girl who probably said she was twenty-one comes in from stage left wearing nothing worth mentioning (except some dangerous stilettos). I offer a hand and introduce myself and Eddie follows suit.

She shakes our hands and smiles with obvious pain. “I’m Lisa.”

Eddie props himself up on an elbow. “Tuition?”

She nods like a bobble-head duck-taped to a shoe-humping Chihuahua.

“Okay, first, she’ll do a number on Rusty. Then I want to see Mr. the Vamp in No. 1. and Hawkins in the poop chute. Everybody know what you’re doing? Good. ‘World’s Weirdest Porn’ take one.”

I have to leave the room for the corpse-on-girl thing. Too nasty for words so I share a cigarette with Eddie outside and listen to him talk about philosophy in porn until we have to go back in for round two.

Contrary to popular belief, dogs don’t so it in the butt. Just not natural. But it would be a lot nicer if I didn’t have to pretend Eddie’s hairless nads weren’t bumping against my furry copilots.

Nobody mentioned biting when we’d first talked about filming. Nope. No bitey, right? Sure thing.

But Eddie does it on cue. Not a big blood-sucking thing, but a love nibble that happened to break skin.

I try to make it look like my heart was in the bite.

The bruises on her neck are a colorful distraction. But they start spreading like a self-drawing tattoo in violet. Then she got furry. Then it falls out. Then she turns gray. Then she’s turning into something else. And howling.

I dismount in a hurry.

Poor girl has turned into a giant mangy, fangly dog.

Eddie leaps off the bed. “Holy shit! She’s a chupacabra!”

I would love to post here, but I don't think I could beat seig.

I don't judge based on writing merit, professionalism or skill. The winner is the story I like the best. So go nuts.

Eddie Bowman tossed another beer can out the window of his dusty Ford. Streetlamp after streetlamp blurred by as he sped down I-95. He groggily stared past the glass of his windshield and squinted as he struggled to make out the winding road ahead of him.


His neck still burned where that bitch bit him a few hours ago, and the urge to throw up had grown substantially. He felt himself lurch, and reached for the beer can rolling around on the seat beside him. The truck swerved as he momentarily took his eyes off to road to grab the little sucker, which seemed to be dodging his grip.


“Goddammit!” he cursed, as he leaned over in his seat. His fingers found the can, but the sudden blaring horn of an oncoming vehicle jerked him upright.


“SHIT!” he screamed as he veered out of the way. The car whizzed past and a protesting hand could be seen waving through its window.


Eddie was grabbing onto the wheel with both hands as his heart thumped within the confines of his chest. His pale forehead was slicked with sweat as he steadied the vehicle. He could feel the puke bubbling in his throat as the burning in his neck intesified.


The beers had helped a little. The taste of them had somehow kept dormant the urge to throw up. And now he was shivering.


What the hell is going on here?


He looked for the beer. It had fallen off the seat, its metal exterior glinting as it rocked back and forth on the floor of the truck. He could reach it. Just one quick grab and he would have it.


He rounded another bend and checked the road. All was clear.


He leaned over as far as he could, keeping a steady hand on the steering wheel, while searching frantically with the other. His mouth widened into a grin when his hand found the smooth metal exterior of the ca-


A sudden, violent jerk, followed split seconds later by the sound of crashing glass. Eddie, still leaning over, slammed the brakes while squeezing his eyes shut. He expected to feel another jerk. The one that would come as a result of him wrapping around a tree, or smashing into some oncoming car, or a convenient ditch. It never came. The truck screetched to a stop and Eddie just lay there, dazed and terrified.


With much effort, he pulled himself upright and stared ahead. They were now jagged shards of glass in the spot where his windsheild had been and...what looked like...streaks of blood.


Swallowing hard, Eddie stepped out of the truck. The full moon looming overhead and the tall pine trees enveloping him, seemed to bear down on him as a slight mist began to gather around his feet.


There was something lying in the middle of the road a few meters behind the vehicle's location. Eddie grabbed onto the tray of the truck as his feet weakened beneath his weight. He slowly began walking toward it, grabbing onto his throbbing neck as the pain continued to grow.


When he was close enough to make out what it was, he doubled over and began puking all over the mist covered road.


It was like nothing he had ever seen before, whatever it was, and its naked form resembled that of a female. Its body was hairy and two rotting breasts dangled from its chest. A yellow puss was oozing from one of its eye sockets and a large chunk of cheek flesh was hanging down the side of its face, beyond which were two rows of pointy teeth. Blood was oozing steadily from a deep gash across its bare, hairy mid-section and formed a puddle on the asphalt below.


Eddie, still grabbing onto his neck, leaned foward and nudged the thing with the side of his boot. No movement. He nudged again, a little harder this time. Still nothing.


“What the fuck are you?” he asked, coughing. “What the fuck are yo-”


A blood shot eye suddenly flew open and a clawed, hairy hand clamped onto Eddie's throat. He would have screamed but the choke hold hindered him. Eddie's face was wrenched close enough for him to smell its rotting flesh, and the putrid breath being issued from its mangled lips. He struggled, but the thing's grip was too strong.


Eddie's lungs screamed for air as the creature bared its teeth. The next thing screaming was him, as those teeth sank into flesh.

* * *

Sherriff Dan Green rolls his patrol car along the desolate stretch of highway, whistling to a country tune playing over the radio. He sees something in the distance, a pick-up. And it's sitting smack-dab in the middle of the road. He slows to a stop behind the vehicle, and gets out...

...Eddie Bowman's blood shot eyes watch patiently from the cover of a nearby tree.

[siegfried007]
Upside: Quick flow, comfortable dialogue
Downside: Short on suspense
Favorite Line: Contrary to popular belief, dogs don’t so it in the butt

[Wildcard]
Upside: Nice simple, believable situation, quick writing with little unecessary content. Really liked the beer search.
Downside: Getting bitten by a zombie werewolf vampire instead of a vampire, werewolf and zombie
Favorite Line: It had fallen off the seat, its metal exterior glinting as it rocked back and forth on the floor of the truck. He could reach it. Just one quick grab and he would have it.

[The Winner]

Wildcard. Liked the story alot because of the setting, the average guy driving wasted digging for a beer on the floor of his truck. You could do a million cliches with this setting, but you didn't really run into any of them. Also liked the last line, suggests a continuity that sticks. Good work.

Yea, Wild Card I loved the story. Wasn't a huuge fan of the description of the girl, but other than that A1. I really loved the description in the search for the beer can. The writing was fluid and descriptive but not to the point were it was trying to hard. Know what I mean?

love that.

Thanxxx millions guys. Edropus I look foward to the next challenge ;D

Originally Posted by Wildcard

Thanxxx millions guys. Edropus I look foward to the next challenge ;D

Aah, forgot to say it this time: As the winner you can send me a private message with a suggestion for the next topic. =]