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“God, I remember this place.  The crappy food, the crappy service.  It was the worse store I’d ever been too but they had top shelf liquor,”  Erik stepped over a broken chair and around a metal shelf that had fallen over.  It had been so long since anything moved in this place the dust tinted the white shelf dark grey.  He walked to the right and found an aisle full of canned foods.  Erik found a can of beans that sat in the center of the aisle and another can of fruit.  “Now I need a damn can opener.”  His body began to shake as he stared at the food.  A noise from near the back of the store started him.  That noise was followed by several meaty slaps upon the large picture window in the front of the store.  A pair of zombies had wandered toward the store.  Erik…

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He wrote it down.

In Others' Words...

Our intention was to dance on his grave.


My beautiful cousin, who I’d not seen in 35 years, and I set out to dance on our grandfather’s grave. Our first dilemma was, of course, song choice. You have to have the right song. We bandied a few song titles about, Alanis Morrisette was a front runner.


We drove to the town where he lived, and where he is buried. We drove to the town where we were abused. Driving down the picturesque New England roads, I felt a little faint. Mary felt a little barfy. We pulled into a store parking lot, and Mary spent some quality time behind a dumpster, hurling. It happens.

We weren’t entirely sure where the cemetery was, so we pulled into a police station to ask for directions. I said, jokingly, We should go in and file a police report. Mary said, What would…

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If I Had a Dollar (Why I Am a Feminist)

girl in the hat

image courtesy Devil Doll image courtesy Devil Doll

Because my mother was a painter and a beauty when artists had patrons and a woman like that needed a man to take care of her, so she married a money man.

Because my mother’s mother was a beauty and her mother was, too, and that’s what people said: “She was a beautiful woman,” as if that was the only remarkable thing.

Because I was born in 1966, the year Betty Friedan and others started the National Organization of Women and challenged an industry which required flight attendants to quit if they got married, pregnant, or reached the age of 32.

Because when my mother had me, she stopped painting and started cleaning house and throwing dinner parties and smoking too many cigarettes and crying in the mirror.

Because my mother never told me that I looked pretty because she did not want me to grow…

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The fog came in today, not mysterious and menacing, but comforting as it blanketed the oak trees turning them into deep gray lace.

The chill of the damp air can chill the bones, or wake the spirit depending on your point of view.

Werewolves find the fog exceedingly romantic. I suppose the same goes for those who write  grand Gothic romances. But in the Gothic romance it is something to be rescued from or something to escape into. For me it just is.

There are times, more often than not, when things just are. Fog is like that.

In the morning the lake at the end of my street is blanked in fog to the point I can’t see the water. I hear birds and occasional coyotes and bicyclists from the bluffs above. The damp air surrounds me and makes me feel alive. No warm beating hearts can match what…

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Short Story Sunday: Ode to a Greek God

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I like this story a lot and I didn’t write anything new today. OK I started something but didn’t finish it… so here you go. Some of you might have read this one before.

surf sunset

Ode to a Greek God

A story by Marla Todd

I’ve been 6000 years at the top of my game. I knew it was too good to last.

I’m having breakfast on my deck overlooking the Pacific Ocean with the perfect amount of salty warm breeze drifting over me. A beautiful redheaded woman is still in my bed and I can still feel the warmth of her skin against mine. Fortunately she’ll be gone in an hour.

Anyway, I’m having coffee and some amazing cheese and apple pastries my son dropped off this morning. I’m also checking out a box Pan had dropped off with the pastries. That’s my son Pan, the famous happy-go-lucky satyr who…

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An Open Letter To WordPress

Please, everyone, reblog this.

Fish Of Gold

Dear WordPress,

I am loath to write yet another letter to you, since I typically prefer spending my time writing actual blog posts, but the thing is, I’ve been bitching to you on Twitter and in your forums to absolutely no avail, so maybe you’ll pay attention to a blog post. It’s not likely, but hey, you never know.

Please, stop. Just put down whatever you’re working on and stop with the futzing. You have been tinkering under my hood long enough and you know what? Not one of the “improvements” you’ve made is actually an improvement at all.

Below, you will find explanations as to why your improvements aren’t improvements sorted conveniently by feature.

Post Editor

First, there’s this “Beep beep boop” editor thing with less than half the functionality or the old editor, which thankfully you haven’t taken away entirely yet. I am waiting for the other shoe…

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Playing the Game – Can’t leave anything to Chance

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Some say life is a game. I don’t believe that is a good message for teens but sometimes, on those stupid frustrating adult days when everything seems to go wrong it seems like some stupid horrible game. You know those days when you think “I must have been a really horrible person in a past life.” Sigh.

One of the frustrations about being young (in your teens and twenties) is that Chance and Fate are unfair forces that seem bound and determined to keep us down.

Chance isn’t logical or fair. He picks favorites. He excludes those who work hard. He surprises us with delights. He breaks our hearts and smashes our delicate egos. He devastates. He rescues. He is our best friend and our worst enemy. That said, try explaining that to your teen or college aged kid. Try explaining it to anyone?

And what about Chance’s fickle girlfriend

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Vampire Diary: Intervention

Just a little bit of laugh out loud Paranormal/Gothic humor to get your weekend going.

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Dear Diary,

They came tonight to do “an intervention.”

I was told I should not sleep in a coffin anymore. They said it was creepy.

They said, “Vlad, you don’t live in a cobweb filled castle anymore. Stop acting like it.”

The other Vampires treat me like a child or an old person.

~  Vlad


Dear Diary,

I went shopping for a bed. The woman in the store said I was cute. I keep hearing that word cute. Cute. My cat is cute. I am not cute, yet they say I am.

I drank her blood in the warehouse. The bed was delivered today. The cat crawled underneath it. I can’t get her to come out. She sits and purrs and stares at me with big green eyes. She will not listen to reason.

The only thing about this situation I can agree with are the black silk…

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The Eye Of Gehenna ~ Vampire: The Masquerade, Clan Novel Saga Volume Two (World Of Darkness)

Even if you don’t like Gothic, Vampires or Paranormal – this is absolutely stunning.

Lily Wight

     Updated 15/01/2015

     Vampire: The Masquerade‘s role-playing world offers plenty of intrigue and diversity but the chronological re-editing of multiple novels tends to mar an otherwise engrossing series.

     Vampire Hesha’s story is over-written and uneventful yet it dominates this second collection whilst the laboured build-up to major events causes structural shortcomings.

     With future volumes offering more conclusions and twists this is still a series worth sticking with and a great introduction to the realm of role-playing games.

     Click here for a review of Volume One 🙂

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Enter the 1st Annual Vampire Maman Love Letter Contest

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Businessmen, Handsome Gen X

Vampire Maman 1st Annual Love Letter Contest

When the weather gets chilly we think of romance. February is just around the corner. Be bundle up on couches and cuddle more under the sheets. We look at the clear winter sky and think of loves of long ago. And we think “cold hands, warm heart.”

Anyway, I’m having a love letter contest.


Create a love letter. It can be written. It can be drawn. It can be a photograph. It can be a video. It can be whatever you want as long as you consider it a love letter and can post it on your blog.

All love letters must contain these three words:

  • Vampire
  • Prism
  • Portrait

It does not have to be about Vampires. You can write it about your own passion, your love, your longing, or long lost dreams or future entanglements or astronauts or bulldogs or ice…

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Short Story Sunday: The Hunter

The first of an ongoing series. Read the entire series.

Today #12 was posted:http://vampiremaman.com/2015/01/11/short-story-sunday-part-12-back-into-the-past-the-austin-and-elizabeth-story/

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night walk

The Hunter

A short story from Juliette Kings

“We pumped quite a bit of blood out of your stomach. We’re not sure where it came from.”

She heard the words but was the noise in her head was still loud…

“Your heart had stopped beating. You weren’t breathing. You were cold.”

A hospital bed. She was in a bed hooked up to equipment. Her throat hurt.

“We still can’t get your body temperature up to normal and your heart beat is extremely slow.”

She’d been found in a room of an abandoned house wearing nothing but a black silk cocktail dress and black high heeled sandals. The nails on her hands and feet were painted silver. Aside from that there was no jewelry, no purse, no identification. The man she’d been with had received minor injuries and would be in soon to see her. He said he was her boyfriend…

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Dear High School Vice Principal: Why is behavior that is illegal in the workplace accepted as normal in our High School?

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Dear VP,

This is a partial post of what I’m going to be sending to you next week. I’m just using my blog to hash out the ideas.

On Friday I picked my daughter up from school but before she found my car I received a text that said, “I’m going to choke someone.”

Since the first day of High School my daughter and her friends have been complaining about the behavior of other kids in the school.

These are smart, normal, nice kids. They don’t fit into any categories. They’re just teens. In their core group the kids are White (6), Black (1), Mixed Race (2) and Asian (1). There are 4 boys and 6 girls in the group. Eight are straight, two are gay. They don’t care what anyone looks like or their ethnic background or who they will one day fall in love with.

They tell me  tell…

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Just Hate On The Page

DiAnne’s Scribbles & More

NewspapersBlood on the PageOur hearts are shrinking        

Tears have us blinking

Seems no one is thinking.

Just hate on the page.

Why are we reading this?

Why are we seeing this?

Can’t we stop the bleeding?

Just hate on the page.

Love needs to come reign

And wash away this pain

Can’t we once again be sane?

Just Hate on the page.

Where is our rage?

To take center stage

And proudly engage

To get Hate off the page?

© DiAnne Ebejer 

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An Editorial Opinion from Vampire Maman

Never Be Afraid.

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I will have my usual Friday post later today after I find something to write about… Of course usual isn’t the word I usually use around here. Maybe “unusual” is more fitting.

This week has been heart breaking and mind numbing for all of us who have opinions and value freedom and have half a brain in our heads.

Then I thought of my own work.

There have been times when I’ve had second thoughts about posting something because I didn’t want to offend someone. I didn’t want to offend anyone because they might leave a nasty comment or them might stop following Vampire Maman.

Well, that was stupid.

Most of the time I’ve posted my offending posts and had a flood of support. I am not alone. You are here with me. You are not alone because I’m here. 

I’ve also had people attack me because I write this…

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