Quiet Beauty of the Dead

Vampire Maman

Today is Halloween – Day of the Dead

Memorial stones honor the dead long after all who ever knew them are gone and under their own stones. There is a quiet beauty in tombstones and cemeteries. As I walk through these places I don’t feel fear but the sense of loss and love, mixed with air thick with memories and stories.

Contrary to some popular fiction, Vampires don’t live in these places, maybe hide out, but it is the place for those who are no longer going to walk among us.

Today I want to share a few of the beautiful headstones and memorials  in the Old Sacramento Cemetery.

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In memory of those we loved and still love,

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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Headless (a romantic tale… sort of)

Vampire Maman

He stood in front of me

his neck a stump

without a head.

In his hand was a note

on expensive stationary

scrawled in rough cursive.

It said

I need

a HEAD.

To his delight

I took a gourd,

a pumpkin really,

and with a knife

carved a face

with eyes fierce

with pride

and a mouth

that smiled

not with joy

but with spite.

I put the pumpkin on his neck

then lit the candle within

and told him

“Go find another. I’m tired of loving a man who is always losing his head over nothing.”

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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The Lady of Porthcawl

Ohhhhhh more wonderful spooky fun.

Mari Wells

My writing buddy Craig over at Entertaining Stories and I decided to write a story together. He took one part and I the other, then we switched and made sure the story fit together. It did, and I have to say it’s pretty awesome. Each story stands alone, but it’s so much better if you read them both. I would prefer you read Craig’s side first Macabre Macaroni, The Hunter then come back and read mine.

The Lady of Porthcawl

I tire of the Old Crusader’s antics, the game of cat and mouse he continues to play. He’ll make a move today or tomorrow, he may have forgotten but I haven’t. I’ve watched as he prepared, I’ve seduced information from those who’ve assisted him.

Glancing into the sky, the sun is closer to the western horizon. I’ve taken his elder into my bed, planting my wishes in his head as…

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I believe in you… said the ghost nobody else could see.

More Halloween like fun…

Vampire Maman

The bit of rain and cool weather earlier this week has ended. Now we’re left with hot air and hot breezes. Still, I had to go out on my back deck to have a glass of wine and open my eyes to the night.

Everyone was out. The husband and kids had gone out to the water park. Yes, Vampires at a water park. Hey, this is 2014 and summer is here. We’re not going to spend our nights lurking around in the heat. Plus school starts next week. I just wanted a little bit of time alone to take care of a few things and just to be alone for a bit.

A cold wind blasted my face and I opened my eyes. Standing there in front of me was Nigel, the Ghost. How long had it been? Weeks? Maybe months since I’ve seen him? He gave me an…

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PLEASURE AND PAIN

Happy Halloween. Some exceptional and fun fiction from Dylan J. Morgan. And if you aren’t following his blog you ought to be.

This post gets 5 out of 5 stars from West Coast Review.

All Posts Collected into a Word document.

You gotta read this!

Monster Hunters - Hunters blog

City-of-Zombies

I am very proud of this work and I offer it to my readers to enjoy.  It is still the first draft.  I have yet been able to edit it but this is my work from January till now.

Thank you for reading.  Feel free to comment.

FYI… Starting next month I will be doing NaMo.  This will likely cause problems posting every week due to the requirement of 1500 words a day for the new project.

Updates for the new project will be posted on my original blog at http://kingsboro.wordpress.com/

Wish me luck and I have committed to one post every week for City of Zombies so I will try my best.  City of Zombies is my baby and I really want to get Erik into the relatively safe hands of the Network.

thanks 🙂

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Lost and Found

Halloween and other days are almost here…

Vampire Maman

I was almost shaking I was so hungry. You know how it gets when you’re just light headed and your heart is hardly beating, but if you’re not a Vampire it might beat faster, but anyway, you know the feeling.

Arriving at Jack’s law office downtown I could hardly contain myself. It had been a while since I’d seen my old friend for a “lunch date.” Way too long. When I saw Jack I got him out of his jacket and shirt so fast I hardly realized what I was doing. Vampire fingers can fly over buttons like you wouldn’t believe. He took care of his tie and then his undershirt. He fell on the couch, I was in his lap, my mouth on his neck, my fangs in his skin. His eyes closed and a smile was on his face. I’d put him in his happy spot on a…

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Little Willie Sleeps

Vampire Maman

Little Willie Sleeps

I believe this is the grave of little Willie Adams who died October 23, 1877, age 4 months, 22 days, in Sacramento, California. This little stone touched me so when we visited the cemetery on Saturday –  and I had no idea when I looked it up today that the dear child died on this day (which is also my birthday).

It sends a shudder down my spine but at the same time fills my heart that this dear baby was so loved, and after 135 years not forgotten. He was just at that age when babies start to laugh and really see the world around them.

Sweet slumber little Willie. You were loved and I believe the love never dies.

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His beating heart…

More Zombie Love…

Vampire Maman

His beating heart,

His throbbing brain,

He shuffled towards her,

Once again.

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Her beating heart,

Her missing brain,

She lost her eye,

But love she’d gained.

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Their rotting hearts,

Their gray green brains,

Twas Zombie love,

Romance insane.

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Halloween will be here soon!

xoxoxoxoxo 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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Paranormal Passions (Abstract Verses for a Romantic Halloween)

In the mood for some paranormal love? Happy Halloween (and every single other day of the year). xoxoxoxo

Vampire Maman

Zombie Passion

I look into your eye sockets,

Right into your brain

And know you love me

Even if

Your heart is on your sleeve

Because you pinned it there

After it fell

out of your chest.

 

 

Vampire Passion

Your fangs

Glide along my neck

I wait

In anticipation

Then you move your lips to mine

Cold flesh on cold flesh

No fog of our breath

In the cold night

No pitter patter of a beating heart

Just your cold touch

Your cold heart

Icy passion

And your eternal love.

 

 

Werewolf Passion

You sniff my butt

 

HA HA HA sorry guys… I’m spending too much time hanging out with teens. 

 

 

Ghostly Passion

Your faint glow

Stillness

Only you

Make me whole

And alive

Real

Solid

Feeling

Then together

We vanish

Into our world

Of shadows.

 

 Mummy Love

You wrap up my heart

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Everyday Star Wars

This is so much fun and beautiful photography and WOW. Check it out.

Moss and Fog

Toronto-based photographer Thomas Dagg has a beautifully subtle take on Star Wars, injecting objects and themes from the movies into everyday life. The series takes you on a rather ordinary journey through city life, but with hints of a different world here and there.  Via MyModernMet:

From the artist: “The inspiration was always there, really,” he explains. “I had a very overactive imagination as a kid. This was what I saw when I looked around the world. If there was a jogger running, my mind raced back to Dagobah and Luke training, for example. I used a lot of toys/my most prized possessions from back then to composite in, too. It’s very much an homage to my childhood, not just putting popular culture into photographs.”

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Dream Catching at 11,000

We will all be here for our dear and precious dinosaur when she comes home.

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair/Hover through the fog and filthy air.” The Witches of Macbeth, by The Masked Mujer

Kid-friendly Dragons and Their Tales….

Wonderful post – it brings back memories of dragon magic and will help make new ones! Thank you Shawn MacKenzie!

MacKENZIE's Dragon's Nest

Over the years, I have spent delightful hours talking about Dragons, telling Dragon stories. There is no more receptive audience than children. Wide-eyed with wonder, they have an innate understanding that, not only are Dragons real, but that they are all around us, just waiting to be seen. Is it any wonder that there are a slew of marvelous Dragons in the annals of children’s literature? They crop up in Narnia and Middle Earth, in the faerie tales of the world that taught us such important lessons long ago.

And their number keep growing – some good, some bad – an ever present influence during our formative years. Teaching us to be brave and full of wonder, to believe in the seeming impossible and always treasure the rare and unusual.

Today I want to focus on just a few of my favorite Dragon books for kids – and their grown-ups…

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He can give her dreams or make her forget …

Vampire Maman

“I’ve been to places so remote that there are no ghosts,

There is no love,

No law,

With no memory of anything good,

Or pure,

Or real.

That is the place, or places I go,

To get away,

And find myself,

but it isn’t working,

but I still like to go there.

It is where I go,

just me.

I didn’t think anyone would understand except you.

The orange cat my brother Andy called Nimrod sat on the counter singing the song of dinnertime. Nimrod had showed up three weeks prior after being left by his previous owners in a two million dollar foreclosure. What a bunch of assholes abandoning a cat to chance.

The baby unicorn that was supposed to be a temporary occupant was still there after almost a year. It padded on soft hooves behind him like a iridescent shadow.

After living alone for so long and…

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