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
I Want to Eat A Sheep - A Innocent Horror Story ~ continued
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The werewolf growled
and sprung forward like a leaping lizard, though looking nothing as handsome
as a lizard, for he himself was an ugly beast - as all werewolves were, for
they had been cursed by the traveling gypsy from Yonkers who came from afar
last summer for a caravan excursion. She was gone now, but the werewolves
remained.
Little Sheep was suddenly startled as he heard something behind him! Oh my! Had an evil wolf sneaked up upon him? Little Sheep relaxed as he made out Lumpy Sheep through the moonbeams overhead.
Lumpy delivered a contented bleat then told Little Sheep, "I want to rest for I am tired. My ultra heavy topside has kept me off-balance most of the day and I feel rather aerodynamic, you see. Would you like to come and rest with me? We can share jaded wolf stories if you wish?"
"Oh yes! I would love to come and rest with you," Little Sheep told her.
By and by, Lumpy Sheep and Little mSheep ade their way over to a soft spot on the meadow floor and settled in to rest for the long night ahead. The two laughed and chatted and shared several wolf stories with one another, then they both drifted off into a contented sleep.
Through the distance, the werewolf crept closer and closer, nearing the unsuspecting sheep. He could hear one snoring peacefully away. He thought, "In another minute, I'll have you put peacefully away FOREVER! FOREVER in my tummy."
He paused to think a thought, then corrected, "Well, maybe not in my tummy forever, but peacefully spent, nonetheless! And now, I'll not only have one sheep, but two sheep! Fresh ones at that!"
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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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