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Widow Maker - The city lay shrouded in the distance, looming like a fragile virgin clothed in white. The year was 2785.  Vincent’s keen eyesight cut through the fog, singeing over the towering steel buildings like a guided laser.  He was searching for something lost, something that he would probably never reclaim.  Click to Read  

The Haunted House - "Over here, I tell you!  The coffin is over here!"  Mona rolled her eyes up at Frank. Idiot. He was acting if he'd found the secret entrance in the wall rather than her. She had a good mind to turn back and let Frank stand his chances of being sacrificed by the coven of she-male vampires that inhabited the dungeon of the castle. . . .  Click to Read  

Werewolf Short Story - Moon Hunters

Charlie was a werewolf.  Had been since his early forties.  Situated on the edge of a precipice, he gazed upon the village below which he now knew was a pooling of idiots, blinded by evil - the evil that now hunted him.

For centuries, Charlie had battled and conquered evil, and had protected the village which had prospered greatly from his good heart.  But the village had been recently greeted by two, quite handsome Moon Hunters, those who hunt the Man Wolf.

The hunt would soon begin with the rising of the full moon.  How he wished that he would not have framed his trust in the people of the village.  Those who he once considered his dear friends would now hunt him, returning hatred for kindness.

Charlie gazed at his battered body, the scars and old wounds he had accumulated over the years had protected and fended off the evil from the village.  He had been their dark cloak and their dark hero, but not anymore.

He breathed in a deep breath of the cool air, expelling a haunting howl through the moonlit air, his thoughts becoming garbled as he started his transformation.  He would not run.  He was so tired, tired of so much giving to those who served only take from him.  There were givers and takers on this earth, and Charlie was a giver.  He was also noble and more than ready to give himself up to the Moon Hunters.

Weary and worn, he slipped from his gazing place, almost eagerly running towards the village, eager to get it finished - what little life was left for him.  And then he stopped.  

All was deathly quiet.

Suddenly, the area was lit up by the light of a torch and Charlie shielded his wolf-face, because the brightness overtook him.  And when he was able to focus, what he saw before him almost overtook his whole being, for he shook with emotion.

For there, on two trees hung two Moon Hunters in line with the full moon.  Charlie had come home, to his faithful people of the village......

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Midnight, Twilight, Daylight - Midnight.  Joe was preparing for his transformation as he glimpsed a full yellow moon flying high overhead through his open penthouse window.  He was three flights up, feeling closer to the moon than to the street below, but the jump from the window would be a piece of cake once the transformation occurred.  click here to continue

There Wolf! - There was something extremely odd about Dafney's date. He had an awful lot of hair, his upper lip kept quavering like a horse in heat, and he smelled a bit....wild, as if he'd been sleeping outdoors with a pack of wolves.  click here to continue

Unchained Werewolf - Sebastian dimmed the lantern he had been swinging from his extended arm, trying to catch sight of what was making a hideous howling noise in the distance.  The near distance, at that.  click here to continue

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Poisoned Ivy - The moaning grew louder, emitting eerily from the forest walls.  Ti wasn't so certain anymore that the noise was the sound of lovers, as the area was a cove for kindling romance.  Had he not known better, he would have sworn the sound was the sound of a ghost! Click to Read

A Short Ghost Story - The incandescent moon hung low over the still sea as Jared sat transfixed, staring at the disturbing mob of lights in the distance.  "A sea ghost?" he asked himself, his thoughts churning whereas the sea was not.  It certainly appeared to be a ghost. Click to Read 

The Crying Veil - Anna's eyes widened in terror as the wedding veil she had situated on her head was suddenly covered with blood - drops of blood.  She detected crying, pitiful crying as if someone in her head were in agony.... Click to Read  

The Lace Curtain - The graveyard lay in the misted distance.  Kayla fingered the dingy lace curtain with high anticipation of catching a glimpse of the apparition that had appeared nightly for the last thirty days.  It had began on the first of the month.  This month.  This unusually hot and blustery October month.  Click to Read