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 up? You’re dead for heaven’s [...]
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 and his insurance was dropped. [...]
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, what are you doing?” Death [...]
Hugh Hall awoke suddenly from a bad dream, only to be reminded his reality was worse than any nightmare. His mother was dying in her hospital bed beside him. He had meant to remain awake, but it was late, and the flickering light from the television screen accompanied by hushed background noise had lulled him to sleep. The doctors had [...]
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, and hoped a paper reminding [...]
Welcome to Vamplit Blog Ryan and thank you for agreeing to talk to us about the making of Zombies from Ireland, your Indie zombie film made here in Wales. Anyone who has read my blog post earlier this week will know I’m a fan even before I’ve seen the film. I loved your whole approach to making your film and [...]
Feeling the electrical anticipation of the feed, he lofted to a door on a second story balcony—leading directly to his quarry. It was locked, but the mere desire for it to be open was all one of Nebuchadnezzar’s power needed to make it so… and being invited? Such was but… superstition—by the young and inexperienced of his kind. Entering silently, he was greeted immediately by the overwhelming scent of the blood! That heady, intoxicating nectar that was life itself! Satiation at hand, he—








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