gothic – Vampire Maman

Stories We Shall Never Tell

In the dark We ran through the streets Slick with rain Back alleys Darkened windows Broken glass Rats The smell of decay And death. Then

Lizbit. Oh Lizbit. Elizabeth opened her eyes. Oh man it had been a hot day. Sitting up from where she was laying on the couch

Andy stood in the dark on his back patio looking at the night sky. He sang softly to himself, barely audible. L’amour est un oiseau

Short Stories from Vampire Maman aka Tangled Tales A good portion of the posts on Vampiremaman.com read like short stories, but the list here is

Well crap, I accidentally posted this today instead of Saturday so just pretend the weekend is starting early. As an added bonus I’ll post burning

Dead or Alive A Vampire Romance By Juliette Kings “What a bunch of idiots,” Jamie said to himself as he watched a mob of