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Mirror Image - A human hull transformed into an everlasting prince of the night, a Vampire. So much is gained, but not without loss.
One with so many powers is now powerless to gaze into a simple looking glass. What does this malaise represent? No turning back? A release from mankind, yet the need for mankind in order to survive?
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The Haunted House - "Over here, I tell you! The coffin is over here!" Mona rolled her eyes up at Frank. Idiot. He was acting if he'd found the secret entrance in the wall rather than her. She had a good mind to turn back and let Frank stand his chances of being sacrificed by the coven of she-male vampires that inhabited the dungeon of the castle. . . . continue
The Crying Veil - Anna's eyes widened in terror as the wedding veil she had situated on her head was suddenly covered with blood - drops of blood. She detected crying, pitiful crying as if someone in her head were in agony.... continue
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I Want to Eat A Sheep - A Innocent Horror Story
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Little Sheep stood contentedly munching on the tender green grass of the valley floor as the sun sank in the western sky. Night would soon capture the day, but at least a full moon hung high overhead. Sheep liked full moons for they were bright and helped in keeping the wild wolves at bay.
His cousin, Teddy Sheep, had lost two toenails and an ear tip to a marauding wolf last spring. Nope, Little Sheep did not like dark moonless nights. He continued munching on the tender green grass, deciding that he would soon rest and enjoy a bit of stargazing. Of course, the stars weren't so bright with the full moon in sight, but Little Sheep didn't mind, as long as the wolves stayed away.
Over the hill and to the south of the meadow, a silhouette transformed from man to wolf, in sync with the moonrise. A howl escaped his lips, his breath hinted with the minty scent of toothpaste that he'd used to clean his teeth after dinner this evening.
"Hum, I smell the scent of sheep light on the wind," the werewolf huffed. He could also taste the minty flavor of the toothpaste inside his mouth and though it was a wanton taste for a human, it was a hideous one for a werewolf. He felt a great need to erase the taste and to replace it with a taste that a werewolf liked - such as the taste of a fresh sheep.
"I want to eat a sheep," the werewolf announced to himself, slurping his lips and lolling out his overly long tongue. "I want to eat the sheep whose scent is light on the wind of the night! I want to eat this sheep!" click here to continue
Werewolf Meets a Gypsy - Once upon a time there lived a sweet werewolf and a cranky old gypsy. The werewolf had come to accept his curse with time, deciding to make the best out of a bad situation. No sense in remaining bitter about his wolf curse and full moons. continue
Dances With Wolfbane - If you will look closely within these shrouded walls, you will see a castle knitted into a cove. Below the castle lies no gate, lies no walls, lies no clinging ivy - but a thatch of wolfbane, a wilting thatch of wolfbane. And within the castle walls resides Shernoff, man about the town by day, werewolf by night...continue
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Dances With Wolfbane - If you will look closely within these shrouded walls, you will see a castle knitted into a cove. Below the castle lies no gate, lies no walls, lies no clinging ivy - but a thatch of wolfbane, a wilting thatch of wolfbane. And within the castle walls resides Shernoff, man about the town by day, werewolf by night... continue
Nine Inch Nails - One hot August night, Sally examined her hands under the full moon sailing high overhead. She detested her hands, in particular her nails. So boxy, so brittle, so wavy and too short. continue
Cane Walker - Once upon a time there was a young man obsessed with canes. During the holidays, he bought out all the candy canes in town. continue
Unchained Werewolf - Sebastian dimmed the lantern he had been swinging from his extended arm, trying to catch sight of what was making a hideous howling noise in the distance. The near distance, at that... continue
Six Pack Wolf Pack - Original Werewolf poem by Sky Taylor. continue
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