the News article and help spread the news > news.deviantart.com/article/73…It's erotic, it's dark, it's fantastical!
And it's already begun, it's just waiting for you.
Do you dare enter it's heart?
Well then be my guest, but remember only 5 shall survive.
Do you think you have what it takes?
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THE S U B M I S S I O N . I N F O
C O N T E S T . D A T E S
February 14th to May 14th 2009
And All entries must be new.
Any number of entries were allowed per deviant.
However, they were only permitted to create/submit 1 of each medium.
This was to try and challenge artists to work outside of their usual style/medium.
[ie. 1 Traditional Drawing, 1 Photomanip, 1 Poem, do you get the idea?]
Only noted submissions were accepted.
The artists description required a link back to the contest journal.
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THE FINAL RESULTS
O V E R A L L . W I N N E R
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The honour of winning the Murder at The Moulin Rouge
has been given to one of the (three) Literature Entries.
I believed this entry by Venus-Majare best reflected what my contest was all about.
I found the prose was enthralling and very unique!
And, actually it has inspired me to allow Literature entries in any future contests I run.
Mature Content
I made some minor adjustments to present it in this winner's journal feature. The original can be viewed by clicking on the thumbnail above.
Flashback
Adela walked briskly through the back streets of downtown Paris
Her blood red dress darkening black as the shadows slip over her skin
Her breath curling in the air as a harsh sharp song
The dance steps tapping along in her head
She was almost there
Almost at the Moulin Rouge
ACT ONE
The smell was vulgar
It made all close by want to vomit
It was the smell that had first attracted the attention of the police
The smell of rotting flesh
Normally you wouldn’t tell the difference from downtown Paris or a normal dead body
But this smell was a ripe smell
A fresh murder
A metallic tang
That of blood
Flashback...
The smell of cheap wine and clean men washed out the normal smell of back street Paris
Adela sniffed and coughed on the harsh cigar smoke
Quickly running around the edge Adela headed out back
Her song would be on soon
She would dance with the other girls
She would dance the sexy Moulin Rouge
ACT TWO
one of the others moved the crate
A few rats run out from under it
A foot stuck out in a black small heel
That stronger metallic smell of fresh dead made my gag reflex kick in
My hand slipped over my face
I knew it was one of the Moulin Rouge girls
Working girls just trying to get by
There had been a string of such murders
I moved closer for a better look at the corpse
Flashback...
Curtain call
Adela could see Alfred sitting in the front row
He was handsome and untouchable
None of the girls went near him
He was dangerous
But Adela liked her danger and she would have him tonight
ACT THREE
Her red dress blended into her thigh
I couldn’t even tell the difference
Her legs as covered in blood as they were
It was sick
Who ever had done it to her
The poor girl
Dancing for money on the back streets of Paris
Could have called it a crime of passion
Judging by where the blood came from
Flashback...
Adela smiled and bowed at the end of the dance
Her legs ached and she wanted to sit and rest
But the feeling she felt in them right then was a good one
The kind like you achieved something
And she had
Alfred had SMILED at her
And now as she walked off the stage she could see him waiting in the wings
At first she wondered how he got there
But what did it matter
He could take her away from the show biz life and the whoreing
ACT FOUR
I shook my head as I watched the girls body being carted away
Then turned my attention back to the conversation and debate over the girls death
One side didn’t care
The other wanted justice
And we all knew who was doing it
We had found that out a long time ago
Flashback...
Alfred had whisked her away to his house
A fancy place with bright colors and fine art
Now he was drinking a glass of wine and smoking a cigar as he laid back and looked at Adela
His smile widened
“Tonight my love, I will have so much fun with you”
ACT FIVE
We talked to the girls
Told them to stay away from all the men who went to the Moulin Rouge
But I knew they wouldn’t listen
Those men were their bread and butter
Those men could give them lives by just one night of ‘fun’
No
These girls would keep dying
But more would replace them
No city was complete without its working girls
Flashback...
Adela screamed into the hand as the knife plunged yet again into her
Her blood poured out
mixing and sticking to her leg indistinguishable from her dress
She knew
Knew why Alfred never smiled
Knew that he had taken her away from the life of a whore
Knew he had taken her away from the life of dancing
She knew most of all
That she was dead
ACT SIX
I came back to the crime scene
Looked around
But I couldn’t find anything
Nothing to tell me who the girl was
Nor could the other dancers
They said her name was Adela
But that wasn’t true
No one used real names
This girl would just be lost and forgotten
All the while Alfred the killer would walk free
Flashback...
Adela floated away from her body
A silver wisp of a thing
Taking one last glance at where she was now
She saw that she was at the Moulin Rouge
Her last and final show
FINAL ACT
The poor silly girl
Trusting and naive
She was dead now
Just another murder at the Moulin Rouge
murder at the Moulin Rouge
©2009 Venus-Majare
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So, Congratulations to you!
And thankyou so very much for your entry and accepting my challenging theme.
You have won the following:
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L I T E R A T U R E . W I N N E R
AWARDED TO
Poetrymann's entry
>Murder at the Moulin Rouge<
Her world was like kid gloves
kissing the curves of her thighs
silk masks and champagne
and promises from voyeurs
gas light
thick velvet curtains
and stars gone bad.
She had a mouth made for secrets
and begging candy from strangers
that whispered the plots
lovers swept under sheets
at dawn
and green eyes that dipped
below the horizon
of his dreams.
And he came every night
to sit and watch
the sin of her hips
taste the black silk tafetta
of her petticoats as she danced
in buckled slippers
oblivious to the men
and moon above her.
His desire was like Absinthe
trickling down a dirty spoon
dark tongues and nectar
and drea
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THE E N T R I E S
LITERATURE
Murder at the Moulin Rouge
Her world was like kid gloves
kissing the curves of her thighs
silk masks and champagne
and promises from voyeurs
gas light
thick velvet curtains
and stars gone bad.
She had a mouth made for secrets
and begging candy from strangers
that whispered the plots
lovers swept under sheets
at dawn
and green eyes that dipped
below the horizon
of his dreams.
And he came every night
to sit and watch
the sin of her hips
taste the black silk tafetta
of her petticoats as she danced
in buckled slippers
oblivious to the men
and moon above her.
His desire was like Absinthe
trickling down a dirty spoon
dark tongues and nectar
and drea
Mature Content
It's Your Life - Moulin.RougeIt's Your Life
She's dancing
Hips are moving
Lips are mouthing
He cant look away
She's watching him
(always watching -
waiting)
Eyes straying - fleeting
Glimpses
Giving him all he needs
(and yet its not
enough)
As she moves (encompassing)
all sighs and sounds
The music, it calls
Her body (asks for more)
But she is tired
(so tired)
He whispers
That's the one
(he's the one)
TRADITIONAL
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DIGITAL
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PHOTOGRAPHIC
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THE J U D G E S
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Judges were not able to enter the contest as a competitor.
So, I am therefore honoured to present Aegean-Prince's very first photomanipulation
le Diabolique de Monmarte
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BRAVO!