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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I Want to Eat A Sheep - A Innocent Horror Story
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With that, he expelled a ferocious growl, then ran hell bent for leather towards the sweet unsuspecting sheep.
Lumpy Sheep groggily lifted her head, noting at the last possible moment the
advancement of the enemy in the camp! Little Sheep opened his eyes, witnessing
the fatal clash of his dear friend and the werewolf which emitted a minty breath.
A dying moan lifted through the air and Lumpy Sheep withdrew from the werewolf, the silver wire visible from her underwire bra which had been rammed through the heart of the evil one.
"Oh my!" Lumpy Sheep explained through the moonlit night. "I killed him with my little underwire. Oooooh. And what an ugly wolf he is!"
"No kidding,
Dick Tracy," Little mumbled through sleepy eyes. "We shall wait
till daybreak and take a picture of us with the ugly wolf, you think?"
"Hum,
yes I think that would be well! We will ask the village print shoppe to
make copies and we can post them on the trees lining the meadows to scare away
any wayward wolves."
Little Sheep and Lumpy Sheep drifted back off into a contented sleep, rising a bit late the following morning due to their late night adventure.
Just as they were waking, they saw two men dressed in white removing a man and loading him into a little station wagon with red lights fastened on the top.
The two friends searched and searched for the dead ugly wolf but he was not to be found. So they spent the day enjoying the tender green grass of the meadow never to be bothered by another werewolf again. Wolf!!
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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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