Lightly we tread in the woods Along a muddy path Fog blanketing the lake I hold my skirt To keep the hem dry You take
Tag: gothic
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
Short Story Sunday: Lizbit
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
The Rally
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
Update: Short Stories
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
Burning Question #11: I had to ask…yes, it’s about Vampires
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
Vampire Maman 