Werewolf, Ghost & Gypsy Stories

Mirror Image - A human hull transformed into an everlasting prince of the night, a Vampire. So much is gained, but not without loss.

One with so many powers is now powerless to gaze into a simple looking glass. What does this malaise represent? No turning back? A release from mankind, yet the need for mankind in order to survive?

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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. continue

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. . . . continue

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.... continue

The Ethnic Vampire Wars -A thick layer of fog lay captive in the valley below the castle. It was the Ethnic Vampire Wars. continue

Pretty In Pick - “Right here – pile it on right cheer,” the hick told Qieu, pointing his half-full fork of spaghetti to his plate. continue

Goat's Pine al la Mode - Goat lived in a valley that was sparsely clothed with pines, red cedars, and sumac that turned a vivid red each autumn. As so was the season, for autumn had settled in for a brief visit that soon would welcome winter. continue

GYPSY TALES BY A FULL MOON

The Gypsy King

Once upon a time there lived a naughty gypsy king named Ferka. Gypsy King Ferka did not like rules one little bit. For example, whenever he walked on a sidewalk, rather than avoiding all the cracks so he wouldn't chance breaking his mother's back, Gypsy King Ferka stepped on all the sidewalk cracks.

Whenever he spilled salt, he dumped more out rather than tossing a pinch over his back. He feasted on opening umbrellas inside his gypsy wagon. And he owned a black cat that he named Unlucky, purposely.

Gypsy King Ferka not only disobeyed the Human Code of Superstition, he also disobeyed Gypsy Superstition. Due to such, the Gypsy King never carried leu in his pockets; however, he did carry with him a silver dollar given to him by an American vacationer who had attended a performance of the gypsies several full moons ago. Ferka loved how the silver caught the moonlight and it had become his favorite treasure - his only treasure. He was never found without it for he slept with it, ate with it and even bathed with it. He was amazed at how it never lost its sheen.

One late evening Gypsy King Ferka decided to talk a walk in the woods - a feat taboo to all gypsies for a gypsy never took a walk in the woods after sunset.

A full moon waved high overhead, at times hidden by the thick curtain of dark clouds sailing beneath. The night was crisp and Ferka wished he had not left his cloak back in his gypsy wagon. Ah, the life of a gypsy king - so carefree, so relaxing, so sublime, he thought. He wouldn't trade it for the world. Let the other so-called kings of the world keep their earthy treasures - their castles, their golden chariots, their fine silver and silk shirts. He was a true king - a king without a care. But that was soon to change.....

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Dances With Wolfbane - If you will look closely within these shrouded walls, you will see a castle knitted into a cove. Below the castle lies no gate, lies no walls, lies no clinging ivy - but a thatch of wolfbane, a wilting thatch of wolfbane. And within the castle walls resides Shernoff, man about the town by day, werewolf by night... continue

I Want to Eat a Sheep - Little Sheep stood contentedly munching on the tender green grass of the valley floor as the sun sank in the western sky. Night would soon capture the day, but at least a full moon hung high overhead. Sheep liked full moons for they were bright and helped in keeping the wild wolves at bay. continue

Shadow Rider - The night was young. The yellow sun had vacated the cloudless sky a short hour ago leaving behind a shroud of intense heat. continue

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. 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. continue

The Companion - "Helene, I asked before I boarded to come here if I could bring my companion with me and you said yes-" continue

Honey, I'm Home - "Honey, I'm home!" Colt eased out as he entered the small abode. They never had been rich in money, but he and Nancy had always been rich in love. continue

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. continue

Six Pack Wolf Pack - Original Werewolf poem by Sky Taylor. continue

Nine Inch Nails - One hot August night, Sally examined her hands under the full moon sailing high overhead. She detested her hands, in particular her nails. So boxy, so brittle, so wavy and too short. continue

Cane Walker - Once upon a time there was a young man obsessed with canes. During the holidays, he bought out all the candy canes in town. continue

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