
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
Buttery wholesomeness
I’m not sure I’ve ever been to Cracker Barrel before. Maybe when I was a kid? I don’t want to sound like a snob, although I admit that I am a little, but it’s not my kind of place. It doesn’t seem like the kind of place for my new friend either, but she was…
Enough talk! Kill something!!!
Riddle me this, since she grabbed me like a pirate grabbing a wench on the cover of a trashy romance novel and flew me UP to the roof, how did she expect me to get DOWN the hole she jumped in? her last works before she jumped were “stay close” so obviously she didn’t intend…
What’s the use in crying?
I saw my dad cry once. Not long before he and my mom died in a car wreck. I was about to go on my first date. Not my actual first date, but my first date that my parents knew about. You know what I mean. I was trying to give myself a braided ponytail…
Go! Fight! Win!
When she cast her spell to find the magic bone of vampire boning it seemed to me indistinguishable from the mumbling of a homeless person. I was expecting magic to involve more pizazz, a lot more arm waving for sure, maybe some sparks or a rainbow. Something. After a minute she just opened her eyes…
The rainbow connection
We weren’t in Mexico anymore I don’t think. We weren’t in Missouri for sure. I know that. Wherever we were it was somewhere warm and sunny. We were on a long straight single lane road that seemed to stretch out forever. We had the windows down and were driving along slowly because “driving helps me…
We’ll find it
“What is it?” I didn’t recognize my own voice. I sounded like an overexcited little girl who spotted a unicorn in the woods. And then that unicorn winked at her. “I don’t know” she said “It’s pretty cool though.” I’ve heard people say that fish are silver, which is bullshit because they’re grey. The creature…
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