Thursday, 10 February 2011

Prediction Winner

So glad to see the Femmes Fatales showcase hasn't held anyone back from entering the Prediction challenge. And this week - wow! How is it possible to just keep getting better?

I'm a little behind on time so will jump straight in to summarise - however, I must point out I usually have a glass of wine as I do this - and there is none. What is the world coming to?

  • Ellie paid her first visit to The Prediction with Paper Cuts, a murderous tale of skinning and scribes.
  • Mimi's Jealous Gods fought for supremacy in temples of old.
  • Sue summoned up the undead to present Peter as an eternal treasure in Incanto.
  • AJ's batteground gathered the defeated victims in a Spartan bloodbath to win the Trophy.
  • Chris's colonial adventurers blew their chances by the tomb in You Are So Fired
  • Melenka's Tribute is to a sacrificial virgin, offered to an inhuman beast, and corrupted for life.
  • Aidan's super-antiheroes save the planet from each other in The World In Flames.
  • Antonia's protagonist lives with a despicable Know All who gets what's coming to him.
  • Asuqi's robotic creatures scritch and scratch, and lie down to order in I Can Make Them Come Alive
  • Susan offers herself up to the ancient ones in her own tome ;) Snatch.
  • I think I flipped my lid for five minutes when I wrote Married To The Job, but corsets and flab it was.
  • Scratchypen's Anubis explored the heart of the dark matter in Dead Pretty.
  • Rebecca's disgusting little crossbreed answers back and gives her jip in A Prickly Issue.
  • Pixie's poisoned dart came flying through the air, killing us slowly in If The Crime Fits...
  • William brought mad, bad Alan Kook back to dole out his own warped justice in The Undoing.
  • David's Virus spreads, spiralling us towards its chilling and tragic conclusion.

Is this a record? In number and quality of entries? Certainly feels like it.

My winner is Melenka with Tribute. I loved the surreal and mythical quality to this. I felt as though I was peeking, uninvited - but couldn't tear myself away. Congratulations Melenka.

Because I couldn't choose between them, my two runners-up are R.S. Bohn with A Prickly Issue and Pixie's If The Crime Fits... Well done Rebecca and Pix!

Right. More FFF to prepare and a cannibal feast to finish (on paper) so... back tomorrow with three new words. Bye for now.

A Pixie Flutters By - February Femme Fatale

February Femmes Fatales - February 10th

Friday Prediction followers will know Pixie J. King by her dark and always heart-rending prose. Her observations are cynical, cautious. Many writers and artists will recognise the sensation of isolation she so carefully presents; that feeling of being different, misunderstood.

When I was Pixie's age I wrote morbid poetry and tiny stories. Last year I found a box of my scribblings - and it was shite. This is where Pixie and I are different - because she has a natural talent that is already shining bright.

Pixie has two pieces showcasing this month. I chose her poem Dead Girl Walking as the first because I think it perfectly represents her skill.

She's asked me several times why she has been invited to be showcased on February Femmes Fatales. This is why:

Dead Girl Walking by Pixie J. King
(First published on Writing Magazine's January One Word Challenge 2010)

The silence greets me again
as I become speechless,
hurt and torn
my heart dying a little more.

You've already shattered my
defences, made me cry all those
pearl glazed tears and you
show no mercy of stopping
unless I was dead.

My heart is empty.
My blood sucked away
like my soul was.
I’m just a pale, lifeless freak
who has no emotion left.

You can’t hurt me anymore 
when there is nothing left to hurt.

You have raped me of my life.
Made my days unbearable.

The walls are closing in on me.
There is nothing left to prove,
nothing left to do.

There is no happiness in my life.
I’ve forgotten how to smile, how to laugh.

There is no feeling left in me, 
just the chill of my tears and blood.
You frown on my tears anyway.
What’s the point?

So I ripped out my heart
and handed it over for you to devour.
After all, I do have a big heart for you to feed on
and people are going to miss out
on its love.

I’m just a dead girl walking.
You killed me years ago.

Pixie is a student who is trying to balance writing with her college work. She is a full member Fictioneer. Pixie’s work can be found at
Lily Childs is a writer of horror, esoteric, mystery and chilling fiction.

If you see her dancing outside in a thunder storm - don't try to bring her in. She's safe.