Werewolf, Ghost & Gypsy Stories

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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Widow Maker - The city lay shrouded in the distance, looming like a fragile virgin clothed in white. The year was 2785.  Vincent’s keen eyesight cut through the fog, singeing over the towering steel buildings like a guided laser.  He was searching for something lost, something that he would probably never reclaim.  continue

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

The Ethnic Vampire Wars -A thick layer of fog lay captive in the valley below the castle.  It was the Ethnic Vampire Wars.  continue

Pretty In Pick - “Right here – pile it on right cheer,” the hick told Qieu, pointing his half-full fork of spaghetti to his plate.   continue

Goat's Pine al la Mode - Goat lived in a valley that was sparsely clothed with pines, red cedars, and sumac that turned a vivid red each autumn.  As so was the season, for autumn had settled in for a brief visit that soon would welcome winter.   continue

 

 

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 GYPSY TALES BY A FULL MOON

The Sea Gypsy - Act I

Written by Sky Taylor, Sky at Dawn

 

There once lived a gypsy that was so fond of the sea that his friends nicknamed him the Sea Gypsy.  Hours upon hours, days upon days, weeks upon weeks and months upon months the Sea Gypsy traveled the seas in search of a treasure that most said did not exist - a beautiful mermaid.  But not just any mermaid.  The Sea Gypsy's mermaid must possess green fins, ruby red lips, blue eyes and blond hair.  He vowed that anything less would be tossed back into the sea.

On the Sea Gypsy's thirty-fifth birthday as he was out casting for mermaids, the net was very full and difficult to reel back into the boat.  The Sea Gypsy stained his strong arms until so much sweat filled the boat, he feared he might be in danger of sinking.  However, nothing at this point could have made the Sea Gypsy relinquish his catch in the net.

After eight strenuous hours, he was exhausted, but was soon to reap the rewards of his efforts.  For when he tugged the casting net one final time, it landed into the boat with a loud thud and a beautiful mermaid came rolling out of the net and did not stop until she reached the opposite side of the boat.

The Sea Gypsy was immediately beside her, wrestling her with one arm as she tried to jump ship to return to her home in the sea.

"Not so fast, mermaid!" he commanded, his eyes assessing his treasure.  To his great disappointment, the mermaid held a head of thick red hair and her fin was as yellow as a sinking sun.  Her lips were as pink as coral, and her eyes, as green as emeralds.

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