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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
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 Silver Dollar Gypsy - Act I
Written by Sky Taylor, Sky at Dawn
Syeira was a beautiful gypsy who loved nothing more than belly dancing the night away. She was an excellent dancer with a Coke-bottle figure that jiggled in all the right places - a favorite among visitors to the camp and when she danced. By the end of the evening's performance, it was not unusual for Syeira to receive a bag full of silver dollars.
Needless to say, all the other gypsy dancers were jealous of Syeira. She was not only a fantastic dancer, she was beautiful to behold, her wealth being two-fold. But Syeira didn't give a care about her beauty or about the silver; she simply loved dancing.
By and by, she obtained so much silver that she had to purchase a private gypsy wagon just to hold her loot. Although she was generous with all the other gypsies, they were big spenders. Her best friend Helene loved purchasing sparkly outfits. Helene was a gypsy who valued her privacy and had little to do with the other gypsies. Syeira often wondered why Helene lived the life of a gypsy when she seemed more suited to the stage. Out of all the other gypsies, Helene had bonded with only Syeira herself.
Syeira's other friend, the gypsy Paul, consumed far too much whiskey and Syeira often wondered if giving him silver was such a good idea for she felt she had a hand in his slow demise.
But at the moment, Helene and Paul were the least of Syeira's concerns for she had overheard a plot by the rest of the gypsy clan to do away with her. To these gypsies, money meant more than life. However, Syeira had a plan of her own....
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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
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Midnight, Twilight, Daylight - Midnight. Joe was preparing for his transformation as he glimpsed a full yellow moon flying high overhead through his open penthouse window. He was three flights up, feeling closer to the moon than to the street below, but the jump from the window would be a piece of cake once the transformation occurred. continue
The Companion - "Helene, I asked before I boarded to come here if I could bring my companion with me and you said yes-" continue
I Want to Eat a Sheep - 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. continue
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