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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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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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 Unchained Werewolf

A werewolf story by Sky Taylor

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.


He had arrived at the campsite just before midnight, having difficultly finding the campgrounds in the encroaching darkness. It didn't help that he had forgotten his glasses - the fault of his wife's nagging tongue.

He'd gotten a later start than he'd anticipated, his wife chagrining him for deserting her for the weekend - opting for the company of river fish instead. They smelled a lot better than her too, Sebastian silently decided, still a bit miffed at her lack of understanding.

They were together all week, for gosh sakes.  What was wrong with a man getting out into the Great Outdoors for a relaxing weekend?  Betty wouldn't be at home most of the weekend anyway, for she liked to roam relentlessly through the malls of the city.  Payday always came on Friday; and as soon as the paycheck hit home, she had to get rid of it as quickly as possible.  No sense letting it build up in the bank for that rainy day.

Earlier on his way into the campground, a carload of wild-eyed campers were tearing out of the park gates. Sebastian suddenly wondered if it had to do with that disturbing howling in the distance.  The near distance, at that.

Perhaps a lost dog.  Or, perhaps a family pet that was no longer wanted. People are like that; can't resist the puppies, can't wait to kick out the dog. Perhaps a rescue would be in order - but of course, Betty wouldn't approve of that either.

Giving up on locating the source of the noise, Sebastian decided to strike up a campfire as the park appeared to be empty of campers. Odd thing too, as this was generally a very popular park with the campers. Was a cold night, though, but the wind lay as still as a kitten licking cream from a saucer.

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