Art (an extremely short Vampire story) He never tried of looking at the Thomas Hill painting of Yosemite. Behind him he could hear the museum
Vlad’s Vampire Diary: Heroic Gesture Dear Diary, The longer I exist in this century the more baffled I am by it. After being locked in
Last week was a windy one. It was the kind of wind that knocks limbs off of trees, and pulls them out of the ground
Taking a short cut through a downtown alley wasn’t always like it was in the movies. He’d rarely witnessed crimes, or found dumped bodies among the dumpsters
“I doubt if our parents care what we do, or anything about us at this point,” my brother Val told me. It was November of
Lucky Me “I took the bus from Los Angeles to Sacramento. At the station I saw an old chum of my brother’s from High School.