Short Story Sunday: The Morning After
“I told her I don’t eat human flesh, I only drink blood,” said James. “Then she rolled her eyes at … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Morning After
“I told her I don’t eat human flesh, I only drink blood,” said James. “Then she rolled her eyes at … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Morning After
Warmth (an Austin and Elizabeth Story) “Your hand is cold.” Austin always said that. He couldn’t help it. It was … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Warmth
Dear Diary, Today I had the shock of my undead life. My good friend Randolpho invited me over for … Continue reading Vlad’s Vampire Diary: My Undead Life
Conversion (An Austin and Elizabeth Story) “Durant, we found something.” “What do you mean you found something?” “Live dead bodies.” … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Conversion
A large wreath on the front door was made of faded and cracked plastic flowers. You know, those plastic flowers … Continue reading Vintage Halloween (with Vampires and Wolfhounds)
The Box in Dave’s Basement “I was just going out for coffee,” said Austin as he looked at the carnage … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Box in Dave’s Basement
Dear Diary, Going home is no longer an option. This morning I went to Google Maps. There are cameras in … Continue reading Vlad’s Vampire Diary: You Can’t Go Home Again
I was out early this morning getting something out of my car. OK, I was looking for my purse. I … Continue reading Musings on Cats and Vampire Summers