Buffy Summers lay in bed unable to get to sleep. She closed her eyes, opened them. She fidgeted about, closed her eyes again then opened them. She looked at the clock and then looked over to Michael who was asleep next to her. Buffy frowned and then got up. Buffy ran through a graveyard. She was chasing a vampire. She leapt onto a headstone, tackled the vam...
A first attempt at entering the contest, all votes are appreciated and needed thanks for reading. Comments are encouraged also. * Halloween was less than a month away, for the first time in a decade they would be in the same city. They had been a couple for over twenty years but every October she would be visiting the Goblin Games down in New York State. T...
Kat could barely keep her beautiful, light blue eyes open during Mr. Furgeson's English class. She could have cared less about the historical significance of Huckleberry Finn or what the fish represents in The Old Man and The Sea. More importantly she was eighteen and in serious need of some shut-eye. "Excuse me Ms. Alser, but if I catch you sleeping once...
Count Dracula laughed knowingly as he stood with his new young protege at the top of the driveway of 1746 Maple Pie Avenue, peering through the midnight darkness at the windows of the Gripshaw house. "Tonight we shall drink, and drink well!" the Prince of Darkness cackled in a thick Transylvanian accent (which was by no means easy for him, since he was actu...
Please take a moment of your time to praise or criticize my work. Both are welcome, honest injun. ***** Alexandra Tannenbaum was so excited about her upcoming wedding that she could barely contain herself. There was so much to do to make sure that the arrangements for the upcoming ceremony were complete. Her bridesmaids' outfits had to be properly laid out...
My name is Jonathan Harker. I had been looking for employment since I graduated from college six months ago with a degree in Eastern European history. My resume and photo on the Internet had not garnered me any job offers. In fact, I hadn't even had an interview. Then, I received an e-mail from an employment agency working for a prospective employer in Rom...
Denise Noe: How do the two of you feel about your popular incarnations, taken as a whole? Do you like the fictional Count Dracula, or do you dislike him? Your Ladyship? Elizabeth Báthory: I've always felt close to Count Dracula. He had style. Whisking in and out of people's lives, the big dramatic cape, showing off that gleaming smile. A charming fellow. He...
This is it, the last chapter in this series. It has been quite the fun ride despite some low moments. I would like to thank everyone who made it all the way, and I'm grateful for the support and comments that have been made, either good or bad. Also, yes, I will continue to write on this site, but I'm going to take my sweet time before I begin another stor...
All Van Helsing had to do was follow the splooging noises. Ever since the Count had had cable TV installed in the castle[1] things had been different. Forget the classy, sophisticated and suave killer, the elegant and handsome seducer, and picture instead... The splooging was getting louder, and there was some shouting and shrieking as well. Arming his cross...
A little flash tale for the season to provoke the wrath of the lurking ghouls. No deep thinkers needed for this one. I love Halloween as I get to dress up like a writer. I know, I know, it's a stretch. Nobody is going to believe it, not a lowly uncouth storyteller like me. I've left you a little trick or treat at the end. I've been told I need to get help...