Vampires Are ButtholesTonight was a good night. The air was crisp with autumn, the night sky was free of clouds, and, best of all, the moon wasn't full. I wandered down the sidewalk of the newest city on the never-ending string of places I've passed through, light warmly by the amber glow of the streetlights. An unwary diner sitting at a picnic table outside a restaurant had inadvertently provided my dinner, and as I headed for the dirtier, more derelict part of town, a smile on my face and my hands in the pocket of my hoodie, the orange light faded behind me and the darkness gathered around like an old friend.Vampires Are Buttholes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was so satisfied that I hardly skipped a beat when rough hands snatched me from the sidewalk, bringing me into the hard arms of a man and face-to-face with his companions.
"Hello, pretty one," purred one, running a hand down my cheek.
I shook him off and smirked. "Dude, you have no idea what you're messin' with," I told him, and sank my fangs into my captor's arm.
Sharp, cold knives seared through
Midnight on a Christmas EveIt’s funny how sometimes, no matter how many clothes you wear, no matter how many hot chocolates or coffees you drink, the cold is still there. You could be bundled up in your winter best, sipping from your cup next to the fireplace - just as I was in that cafe on main street, one dark Christmas eve - and still have that frozen sensation inside. All those warm, loving feelings that the holidays once brought me were gone, and I struggled to remember them as I watched snow drift past the plate glass window and pepper the sidewalk. Faint music drifted over the radio, providing the sound that the fake electric fireplace didn’t, and it sickened me with its cliches. Jingling bells and decorated trees, reindeer and toy-filled sleighs - it was all old, all fake, all empty.Midnight on a Christmas Eve3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The time was becoming late, and as I watched, the passing crowds on the street slowly dissipated to only a couple here or there, and the occasional last-minute shopper with bags and boxes in hand. A coffee pot se
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From where I sat, I could see her perfect figure reclining tranquilly beneath the liquid blue sky. The sun shone relentlessly upon the open plain around her; it made her hair gleam with pulchritude. Wind stirred the tall grasses and drew rasping complaints from the crowns of the nearby forest; it nipped at the edges of her clothing and tossed her hair playfully. Flowers and other flora cast their sweet scents into the breeze; but they paled in comparison to her perfumed essence. Her beauty and charisma could captivate a room with her presence, and for the moment, she had certainly captivated me.
I swatted absent-mindedly at the noise.
She travelled with movements so saturated with grace, she could easily win the envy of a thousand of the most impressive swans. A peal of laughter escaped that perfectly sculpted mouth; I was reminded of birdsong, chiming bells, any number of such delicious sounds.
As she spoke, the musicality of her intona