Feet on the Floor

Originally posted on DiAnne's Scribbles:
When our feet hit the floor in the morning,?We know we’ve been given at least?one more day,And for that gift?we should be grateful. Many times peril has put obstacles on our stage,Forcing us to become heroes in our own play.And, after so many acts in so many plays we…

The Sculpture

Originally posted on Dysfictional:
In my tiny prison, I barely have room to stretch my legs. I don’t know how much time has passed since I was imprisoned, but time is of little concern to me; all that concerns me is escape. I will not rest until I am free. I was once queen of…

Short Story Sunday: Holy Grail

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
“I found this in the ship wreck.” “What is it?” “The Holy Grail.” “Another one?” “Looks like it.” Durce stood with his friend Morant on the cold beach as they examined the golden cup. Morant stood with a seal skin over his shoulder, dark hair dripping salt water, and wearing…

Rogue

Originally posted on Dysfictional:
When artificial intelligence runs amok… Published in 2017 by Horrified Press “Somebody is going to have to fix this.” “Really? I thought maybe I’d do the exact opposite and ignore the problem. You know, like we’ve been doing so far?” “Sarcasm? That’s how you respond to a global crisis? How professional…

The Eagle Cried

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer Richard Turton. ? The Eagle Cried ? The acrid smell of cordite Still hovered in the air. No breeze to wash away The scent of Satan’s hair. ? The Medivac’s are fading now, Their cabins filled with dead.…

Short Story Sunday: Radio Waves

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
? Radio Waves “Why did they keep a vault box of old diseases?” “For research purposes. It was a point of reference.” “Then why didn’t they just eradicate them again? They had the knowledge. They had the vaccines.” “No they’d didn’t have the vaccines. The box had been sealed for…

Short Story Sunday: The Last Time

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
The Last Time by Richard Turton   I have no recollection of anything specific we spoke of that day. I’m sure the weather was involved because we always spoke of the weather in Georgia. He gave me words of advice, I’m sure, because that’s what he always did when he…

Social Distance

Originally posted on Dysfictional:
A fictional story about young love in a post-pandemic world… Gabrielle dressed meticulously. Each piece went on in a specific order: After the undergarments came the stockings, then two petticoats, the first with wide hoops sewn into the fabric, and the second made from a light, flowing fabric, slipped over top…

Last Call by R James Turley

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
Today I’m honored to share a story from my friend, and one of my favorite WordPress bloggers R James Turley. ? Last Call by R James Turley  ? When Suzy Night was introduced on stage, Ron’s mouth dropped open.  She had a walk made for a run-way, and a body…

Noz

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
Noz By Mike Cooley The thump woke me up. Noz looked at me, blood dripping from his fangs. The body was on the floor in the kitchen; she looked young. The cigarette between my stained fingers was still lit and my hair was matted against the side of my face.…

Free Quarantine Reads:

Originally posted on Dysfictional:
Most of us are stuck at home right now, trying to prevent the end of the world. I’m quite content to be at home; this is my usual routine. But I know this is new for some people and a lot of you are battling boredom. To help entertain you, I’m…

Lurking, Squabbling Vampires

Originally posted on cosistories:
Author’s Note: This is my second story for Didi Oviatt’s March WIP Writing Challenge about Lurking Vampires. “The Wolfman is clearly overrated, as monsters go.” Hildreth readjusted his Bossman 550 on his back. “Well.” Jeff said. “You can’t pick Dracula. That’s too obvious.” Hildreth thought it over as they walked down the…