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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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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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.
Featured Werewolf Stories
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
Moon Hunters - Charlie was a werewolf. Had been since his early forties. Situated on the edge of a precipice, he gazed upon the village below which he now knew was a pooling of idiots, blinded by evil - the evil that now hunted him. continue
Beneath a Gypsy Moon - A full moon hung high over the night corridor. The screech of a barn owl could be heard in the distance and it eerily mingled with the metal chimes of the dancing gypsy. She had arrived alone this evening beneath a full moon that bore a misted halo and the promise of rain. And there she danced before the small crowd of used car salesmen. continue
Shadow Rider - The night was young. The yellow sun had vacated the cloudless sky a short hour ago leaving behind a shroud of intense heat. continue
There Wolf! -There was something extremely odd about Dafney's date. He had an awful lot of hair, his upper lip kept quavering like a horse in heat, and he smelled a bit....wild, as if he'd been sleeping outdoors with a pack of wolves. continue
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
Featured Gpysy Stories
The Gypsy Tearoom - What does a gypsy love more than anything in the universe? continue
The Legend of Pumpkin Carving - According to legend of pumpkin carving, beginning sundown on October 31st through November 1st marked a thinning of the veil separating earth from the realm of the dead.... continue
Sea Gypsy - There once lived a gypsy that was so fond of the sea that his friends nicknamed him the Sea Gypsy. continue
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