The Raven and the Vampire_Ice Queen_The New Kid_Good Yielding
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The Raven and the Vampire
Edgar's feathers shone in the moonlight, his curious black eyes looking sideways at the enby vampire that had been his companion for half a decade. He had becowww.onedoor.ccme accustomed to the moonlight, though his species was not naturally nocturnal, because this was when Evelyn was awake. They—Evelyn was neither a he nor a she—kept a refrigerator stocked with bits of chicken and liver and fruit, and it was all for Edgar because Evelyn didn't eat food of that kind."Never more" Edgar croaked the first phrase Evelyn had ever taught him.The hint of a smile creeped across Evelyn's ashen lips. They reached out...
Ice Queen
They called her Ice Queen. The nickname had to do with two key aspects, her personality and her skill as a hockey player. Her younger sister, Taylor, was the one who came up with her nickname.She had called her that after Alex had rejected the guy who was attempting to ask her out. “W-will you go to the movies with me?”She dabbed the sweat off her neck with her towel, “Do I know you?”He looks familiar.“I-I’m- no, I guess not. I’m in your class. Anatomy.”Ah! Yes, she knew him. He just looked different without his dorky glasses and usual hair gel.“Ah, Raymond, right?”He nods, blushing. He was c...
The New Kid
For some reason, my parents did not want me to attend high school that was the closest to our house. I was not pleased. I was going to miss my friends that I had known for almost my entire elementary school years. The only argument my parents were giving me is that the public bus by which I will be attending my new school was very convenient in terms of where the bus stand location was from my home to that school, and also, for my return from school to home. Also, they kept saying that I will recognize my old neighbors, Jake and Kate, who were siblings. With whom I used to play a lot as a ...
Good Yielding
It was midnight and Salvador Dalí’s ghost stepped over the dozing morphine addict and walked inside. The termites would take the building out by noon. It should have happened before. As the wood was being gnawed away comfortably, it should have collapsed down on audaciously dressed visitors squinting at ancient frescoes. The images of man and woman coming closer and closer to their eyes. But it didn’t happen then. It happened at noon. A janitor was the only casualty. He was now cleaning the polluted air with his metal vacuum brush. It is all fun for the janitor. He doesn’t notice any of the ar...