Greenhorn Graveyard Gift_The Graveyard Shift_A NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION THAT BACKFIRED_The Battle for B
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Greenhorn Graveyard Gift
{CW:Strong Language}“You know why they call it the graveyard shift?” I had activated my device to message her. Third shift could be so boring.“Humor me.” Jessie had yet to prep for bed. I was hoping for a video chat while she changed into her pajamas.“After you have been at it awhile you wish you were dead.” I said with a chuckle. She knew I was being sarcastic. This was the easiest job I ever had. 'Working midnight shift' had been much better than the repetitive stress of the factory floor. The device shrieked, warning me. “Sorry, Jessie. I gotta go, The boss is pinging me.”The third hand lit...
The Graveyard Shift
It’s not every day you stumble across a dead body. Actually, in my case it’s probably about once a week, but then I’m a vampire hunter so it’s my job. In this case, I literally stumbled across her. Tripped over her in the park where he’d left her and fell flat on my face. I say he because they usually are - the vampires not the victims. She was so pale with no visible injuries apart from the tell-tale two red marks on her neck. I knew what I had to do next. Find the killer before he found his next victim.In legend, the Carpathian Mountains tend to be stuffed with vampires, bygones of another...
A NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION THAT BACKFIRED
A NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION THAT BACKFIREDIf I weren’t standing in front of the Cort Theater in the middle of 48th St., I’d scream.That thought ran through my head every time I came out from a darkened theater into the pinpoints of sunlight that found their way through the surrounding buildings down to the sidewalk. The bus that would take me north to Orange County was leaving in ten minutes. There was no way I could get from 48th St. and 7th Avenue to Port Authority Bus Terminal on 42nd St. and 8th Avenue in ten minutes. Especially through the flood of outpouring matinee theater-goers. Maybe if I...
The Battle for B'Droom
The morning dawned cold and bright over the valley. As the sun crested over the western hill, it illuminated a lone knight, the formidable and intimidating Sir Mason, on horseback, his red and gold bear crest stark against the cloudless skies. The bear knight’s soldiers emerged behind him, the sun to their backs, creating one solid silhouette of impending warfare.Gallant and beloved Sir Noah, on the eastern hill, blinked against the rising sun. His army stood at his back, silently menacing, an array of soldiers and mounted cavalry, each wearing his green and silver heraldry. Two great and shag...