‘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.’ ‘Why us, Adonis?’ I raise [...]

‘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 his Halloween costume under her [...]
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 money to Imelda when she [...]

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 and infirm residents were deep [...]
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 — the Meyer vampires have [...]
She had hopes and dreams. Dreamt all of her childhood away, sitting in the movie theater with her mama watching Jean Harlow. Someday I’ll be a big star. So she moves out to L. A. but her dad doesn’t like her, she can’t please him or maybe she isn’t trying. She starts to drift. Jobs and men and dance clubs, [...]

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 sitting on a mahogany table. [...]

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, joining in the intermittent cacophony [...]

Regal is death personified and all kindness, she cried as they died. She took their souls to an ancient sleep beneath the earth, to lie so deep. Her face holds beauty, horror and despair, her fate to kill and still to care. Satan’s daughter and his bride, she wanders the earth bound to his side. Cursed to kill at [...]
The pain dulled after the fifth tequila shot. “Mas tequila,” Parker ordered. A skinny cadaverous faced bartender poured another shot. “What brings the senor to Guanajuato? The mummies?” “Mummies?” Parker asked. “Si, The Museum of the Mummies.” Parker shook his head no. “It’s a secret,” he whispered. “I’m on the run.” Parker held a finger to his lips. “Ssshhh. Parker [...]
A Report By Jevron McCrory Confession upfront; (one I think I already made in my debut novella, Swan Song’s Author Notes) I’m absolutely obsessed with the 1987 vampire flick The Lost Boys. Ridiculously so. This isn’t news to anyone who knows me. (Honestly, it may not even be news to those that don’t). So when my friend’s girlfriend casually announced that not [...]
This week I started out by researching hopping vampires in the mythology of China, but as often happens I was side tracked by a link to wiki that appeared in my search. I’ve put a link to the article at the end of the quote for any one who’d like to read more about the mummies being found in China. [...]
Cottonwood, Texas 1890 The soulful cry of a whippoorwill floated on the wind. Lonnie sighed in his sleep and reached across to hold his wife only to find a vacant, cold spot. Lonnie opened his eyes. A figure holding a candle approached. “Paw Paw’s outside,” Lonnie’s ten-year-old son Jacob said. Lonnie slid from under the covers and pulled a robe [...]
Sadie, Sadie somnambulant screams accompanies her ambulant dreams. Walking, talking, still she sleeps giving everyone the creeps. Sadie tripps through the night on the road and out like a light. Sadie, Sadie pausing, pirouettes as her mother frets. Closing windows, locking doors, they live up seven floors. Tidy minds tucked up, like the dead, Sadie’s subconscious’s never in bed. [...]
Sadie’s frantic, fearful, but decides to fight, the zombie horde, humanity’s blight. Taking her shovel she runs into the crowd, screaming, slashing completely unbowed. Soon heads started flying into the air, as she raises her weapon with never a care. For Sadie Gray’s found her reason for being, the cowering crowd can’t believe what they’re seeing. An average [...]
Yes, it is I—Eco, the son of a fallen angel and a human mother. Eco the demon spawn who lives his eternal existence glorying in his damnation. Eco who was sent by Satan to see him whose birth was prophesized. But the babe was just a babe and nothing more. Truly, I was not particularly impressed I have to say, [...]
As the sun sank from the sky, Sadie awoke gasping for breath, her first in twelve hours. The end of each night brought another death, although brief, still unsettling, unpleasant, but worse were these nightly tortures of coming back to life. After a moment, Sadie looked around the unfamiliar place, still a little disorientated by her unnatural resurrection, and [...]
My Blog on Carole Gill’s Advice for Marketing Indie Authors
I’ve just been reading You’ve Written a Book Now What? on Carole Gill’s Official Author Blog and wanted to make some comments on the wonderful advice that she, Blaze McRob and Mikel Classen have given readers. It is great advice, from three writers who are out there living it. Each of these novelist are writing and promoting their work with [...]

I had spent a restless night. The high winds that assault the mountains in this part of the world had whistled and groaned around the ancient eaves and whispered mischievously against the tiny diamond shaped glass in the window panes of my room. The scene from the novel Dracula, where Jonathan Harker looks out of his bedroom window and sees [...]

William Reese should never have attended that underground nightclub. Even now as he turned off his alarm, he could still hear the blaring music ringing in his ears. He could feel the slamming base from the morbid and exotic rhythms still pounding his belly as the first layers of sleep cobwebs began to flutter away from his consciousness. As it [...]
Another night after another day and him rotten just like always, using his eyes to frighten her, using his mouth to curse and torment her. He’s let her leave the room, this time. Sometimes he doesn’t. It depends on his mood. She can’t even remember what the fight was over; something stupid, but not to him, never to him. He [...]
Snort! Snort! Snuffle! Oh God, my husband was snoring again. It was the middle of the night, he was snoring like a chainsaw, and now I’d never get back to sleep. Ugh! The life of a wife. My back was to him and I thought about turning over to push him, but I was so cozy, so instead I just [...]

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At first Miranda worried that she wouldn’t be able to stand the humidity. The heat wasn’t a problem; she was born of a being of fire, after all. It was the water that weakened vampires, and Miranda had worried that the humidity in the air might damage her skin. She was sensing, though, that the city had a magic to [...]
Zombies were all the rage in 2009, and it seems that 2010 is shaping up to be the Year of the Angel. From television and Supernatural to film Legion, to the novel Angelology, angels are cropping up everywhere, and I thought I’d take this time today to share with you some of what I learned about researching angel lore for my own novel, Release, which I started writing in Fall ’08 and finished in Spring ‘09.

My father warned me about the air in New Orleans, but I had to see the city, this growing metropolis, for myself, she thought as she walked down Bourbon Street. Before her visit to the city at the mouth of the Mississippi river, Miranda had thought New York City to be the height of cosmopolitan culture. She wasn’t certain if New Orleans could surpass New York in all the trade and commerce, but New Orleans had something New York didn’t …a soul.
She breathes hard inside the confined space, flinching with every sound she hears. There is the sound of what seems like chains above her but it’s hard to be sure, even with her abilities. Occasionally a loud bang startles her and it’s everything she can do to stop herself crying out. She tightens her hands into fists, nails digging into bloody palms as again, noises far too close for comfort, follow one after another.
John planted them in his garden, enjoying his hobby. He spent his days stalking and his nights planting in the large vegetable plot. His wife had hated him gardening, but she was dead now. The police harvested his crop; John went to prison for a long time.
“I pulled into my parking stall late that first night and shut off the car. We don’t have a parking lot, just a few spaces in the alley: there’s only eight units in the complex anyway, so we don’t need much. I drive a 98 Mustang convertible; yellow with black lines and when I opened the door, something caught my ear.”
“Hannah.”
“It sounded very otherworldly, as if I heard it, but not really. More like I felt it. I thought someone was crying, and then realized that that wasn’t it, it was somebody calling. However, when I stopped to listen, it was gone. I stood there in the dark for a while to see if it’d come back, but it didn’t. I was tired and hungry, so I probably only gave it a few seconds before I finally turned and headed for my apartment.”
“I didn’t hear it again until the next night. I had just pulled into my spot and cut the motor.”
“Here, Hannah.”
“It scared the shit outta’ me! I must’ve been daydreaming or something. I even checked the back seat. That’s how close it was.”
“C’mon, Hannah. Come to big sister. Hannah?”
“So I jumped out of the car to see whether I might be able to catch them this time. I wasn’t thinking about ghosts or anything…”
The spinner of the tale paused a moment, slipping out of character. “I know. I love that, too,” he said, directing the comment to some of those who laughed.
Twinkle twinkle the undead
vegetarian an under fed.
never sleeping, sneaking in
bedroom windows, never sin.





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