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Alley, the Un-Werewolf
“By the great moon, you’re her, aren’t you?” a voice purred at Alley, breaking up her brooding glare out the rainy window from her restaurant seat next to the window.With a sigh, Alley turned to look at her accuser. It was a younger pup, maybe in his late forties, and he was attractive with starry eyes and broad shoulders for days. But, then again, all the male werewolves seemed to be attractive. “Whoever you think I am, it’s not me.”“No, way. It’s totally you, Alley, the werewolf who has somehow been able to fight the moon’s curse. I’d recognize you anywhere.” The pup had wavy brown hair that...
Vampire in Hell
Clang. Thirteen. Clang. Fourteen. Clang. Fifteen. Fifteen. I sighed and drew back to inspect my work. It was not up to my usual standard. My fatigued arms screamed for a break, and against my better judgment, I dropped the axe and soon followed it to the ground. I sat dejectedly, flicking pebbles just to see how far I could. It was not very far. “How many have you done?” I turned. It was 1260. 1260 was the closest thing I had to a friend down here, but we really didn’t know anything about each other. “Fifteen.” 1260 laughed. “Fifteen’s good. But it doesn’t seem like you’ve actually done much....
What an Unusual Hobby I Thought I Possessed
You might think what I’m about to share with you today is just a mere hobby to me you and you would be absolutely correct. I can tell you when and where that bizarre gift was presented to me. But for now, I will tell you that my gift to bring back the dead for the first time is real! The first time and only time I did it was the time when Otis and Manny were sitting in the living room of Otis and his ugly wife Mrs. Margret’s house. We were all drinking Thunderbird wine. I was only 16 years old at the time. They called me their runner. My father couldn’t keep me away from them crazy drunks ...
The core of destruction
A sinister and corrupt desire kept pestering me, devouring my reason and determination as I gallivanted through the dark corridors of her inadequately illuminated dwelling, which contributed to the ambiance of utmost and perpetual gloom. Floriana, my fiancée, was absent from her residence for the previous ten days. I kept sulking about her home as she instructed me to see I ensure everything was in order until she returns. After her departure, I spent an hour parading in all my might around the residence, enjoying my fleeting freedom. Monotony struck very soon, and I did the one thing she inst...