The hum of cicadas,
Monsters afoot, I
button my coat.
Hushed sobs caught;
in her blood-lily throat.
Wolf howls whistle; 117 more words
Hi everyone! No, I haven’t gone mad, I know it’s Thursday today. I’m a little late off the mark, but I was sat here with a cup of tea and a couple of candles on the go, twiddling my thumbs with the urge to write coursing through them (which I must say does not happen all that often). 980 more words
In the “pubescent years” of the twentieth century, a young Englishman, handsome and virginal, bicycles into Transylvania. He meets an old crone who leads him to a castle, feeds him bread and stew, then ushers him to the darkened boudoir of an ageless vampire, hungry for her own dinner. 2,193 more words