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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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 GYPSY TALES BY A FULL MOON

 Werewolf Meets a Gypsy - Act I

Written by Sky Taylor, Sky at Dawn

 

Once upon a time there lived a sweet werewolf and a cranky old gypsy.  The werewolf had come to accept his curse with time, deciding to make the best out of a bad situation.

No sense in remaining bitter about his wolf curse and full moons.  He had learned to deal with his situation one moment at a time.  

The gypsy had always been cranky.  He had been born cranky and perhaps would have faired better in the corporate world rather than the world down under.  The life of a gypsy wasn't a smooth ride.  Besides, he didn't have time to be happy.  He'd be happy when he was dead.  There was too much to do right now between coaxing in customers and peddling tonics that didn't work.

One bright afternoon he was pitching his tonics when the werewolf happened by.  Of course, he appeared to be a young man rather than a wolf because werewolves are only werewolves under the light of a full moon.  

"Young fellow, this tonic will cure anything," the gypsy promised him.  "From curing warts to curing diseases under the pants."

The werewolf lifted his eyebrows.  "Really?  Well.....what about a tonic for removing curses?" he plied, hoping that the gypsy didn't pry.

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