The Skull I Monique: The biography of a ghost. “Booo!” “Oh… hello Monique.” I answered without turning my head from the computer screen. Are you not pleased to see me? “I would have been an hour and half ago. You’re late.” She giggled. “The late Monique Patrise. Sorry, something came up.” “What could possibly come
Read More…
Deuces wild. High stakes: in fact, the highest. Joe is desperate to do whatever it takes to save his son. Johnny has a rare blood disorder requiring copious amounts of blood transfusions to keep him alive, transfusions costing many thousands of dollars a month. His insurance was paying for it: until Joe was laid off
Read More…
Lisa McCourt Hollar is a #fridayflash veteran who has been writing to our prompts in her own blog. We love her stories and welcome her to the Vamplit Blog. Author Notes: If you haven’t read the previous post, please do. It is the story of what happened to Death prior to this. Read story… “Death,
Read More…
The wheels of the plane sat down on the tarmac with the screeching announcement that Vincent Peele’s lifelong dream had finally come true. He made it to his Mecca; Las Vegas, Nevada, and the land of promised riches. The Captain thanked everyone for choosing Lucky Air and the rowdy passengers broke out in applause and
Read More…
Standing in front of my refrigerator, reading the note my husband had supplied left no doubt. He was going to be home at the same time—again. An audible groan escaped me. Nothing ever happened which changed his life or perfect punctuality … or it seemed mine either as I stood, something I did every morning,
Read More…
Sarah Jane, now there’s a name you can’t forget. She was wild as they came and with that wildness spelled trouble. Boy’s liked her and not because she was smart. Was I jealous of her, no, truth be known I wasn’t very good at hiding my emotions, so I guess you can say I was
Read More…
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
Read More…
Gardening, no matter what people say, is neither therapeutic nor relaxing. My life would be less traumatic had I not made a gruesome discovery while clearing that patch of ground. No expert in anatomy, I first thought the rib bones belonged to a large animal, a sheep or pig. Until the shape of a skull
Read More…
