A short story by Juliette Kings “Who will take care of you when you get old?” I asked my brother’s caretaker Josh. My brother Bob

A short story by Juliette Kings “Who will take care of you when you get old?” I asked my brother’s caretaker Josh. My brother Bob
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
Sunday 4:21 a.m. She slid out of the bed without a sound. He’d sleep for a few hours more, then find himself alone. He’d wonder
She called him in From the far reaches Of the orchard Where leaves turned pale gold In the cooling fall air. ••• He never answered
Life as a Vampire isn’t always complete. Nobody has completely completeness. For example the monitor on my laptop (a MacBook Pro) is going out. Lines
Over the years I’ve posted many fairy tales, or fairy tale like stories here. Most have a weird, funny, or violent twist in them. This