Read an E-book Week is here again and this year on Vamplit Blog it’s bigger and better than ever before. This year we’ll be celebrating the ebook with events and competitions throughout March. For those readers who have never heard of Read an Ebook Week it’s a worldwide promotion of electronic books which aims to
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‘Will they come, do you think?’ I ask my beloved bonded other. He smiles and shrugs his shoulders in an obvious gesture of resignation. He and I have come a long way from our childhood on Earth, so far in fact, that we’ve become famous, become freaks. ‘You know they’ll come, Astrid, they always come.’
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‘Shut up, woman,’ he snarled at the thing, his wife, who sat on the bed sneering at him as usual. He’d spent a lifetime listening to her, before her it had been his father carping and griping day after day about his shortcomings. He sat at the dressing table mirror putting the last touches to
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Imelda Watson sat looking out of the window, this and nothing more. She never spoke or looked directly into the eyes of the people paid to look after her. Hour after hour, she stared at the woods surrounding the house, her wood, filled with memories and so much more. Rich, but old, what use was
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The vampire strolled down the nursing home hallway. He wore a fuchsia polo shirt and tan khakis. A pair of brown loafers covered his bare feet. His alabaster skin gleamed under the dimmed lights, his pale beautiful face markedly outlined in a cave of black hair falling loosely to his shoulders. Most of the aged
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Okay, where do I start? I guess I should admit that when they first announced a Fright Night remake, I nearly spit blood. I mean, how could they take something sacred and re-do it?! Especially in this day and age, when many films seem to be brain candy and vampires have lost their bite (literally
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For Alice to stop at a yard sale was a rare event, but there was something that appealed to her about the old house down the street with the estate sale sign in the front yard. She got out of her car and milled with the scant customers there, coming upon the most remarkable phonograph
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The night enclosed Dash G. Chandler like the grip of an overzealous broad and pulled on him, making him inhale deeper on the gasper he’d just lit, but didn’t really want. His eyes never left the red light that held his car at bay for what seemed like forever. The wipers scraped across the windscreen,
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