Short Story Sunday: Motorhome
Motorhome Austin grew up knowing that Grammy didn’t have many filters. She’d say anything she wanted to anyone. Austin’s mother … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Motorhome
Motorhome Austin grew up knowing that Grammy didn’t have many filters. She’d say anything she wanted to anyone. Austin’s mother … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Motorhome
“I remember the first time I saw a Vampire. Mind you, I was just a little girl. There is was, … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Grammy’s First Vampire
“Now take that Gerald Atkins. He was the worst Vampire Hunter I’d ever seen. He could spot them but that … Continue reading SHORT STORY SUNDAY: GERALD ATKINS VAMPIRE HUNTER
Now, especially since my children no longer live at home, my brother Aaron thinks I’m on call 24/7 just for … Continue reading The Cleaner (or Mom Will Always Clean Up The Mess.)
No amount of coffee could help Austin Durant out of his funk. Everyone knew Austin as a history professor and … Continue reading My Own Vampire (A Christmas Story)
The Best Muffins Ever And A Visit With Grammy. friend) Austin’s house to drop off muffins for his Grammy. She … Continue reading GOD REST YE MERRY WEREWOLVES, AND GHOSTS AND VAMPIRES TOO. WITH MUFFINS. WE CAN’T FORGET THE MUFFINS!
Andy had dined with his friends Ramon and Sophia. They were always a treat. Tonight there was an interesting mix … Continue reading Gasoline and Tiger Maple
The Hunter “We pumped quite a bit of blood out of your stomach. We’re not sure where it came from.” … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Hunter