My Neighbors are VampiresA Poem by Amber NicoleThe new nieghbors have moved in today
and the situation is quite dire. But no one seems to care that our neighbors are vampires! I watched from my bedroom window as they moved their furniture in There were bats, coffins, forggy things, and furry animals with fins. My mother must have gone crazy when she invited them over for dinner. For what she doesn't realize is that we're going to be their supper. Both of my parents are running around attempting to put everything in it's place. But our doom is drawing near and there is no time to waste. So I have taken it upon myself to prepare for this disaster by nailing crosses to the walls and stringing garlic from the rafters. I know right away when they have arrived once I hear the doorbell ring, letting loose the screeching tone of my mother's singing. The vampire family is properly welcomed as soon as they have been invited, with their black hair and swishy capes billowing behind them. My mother beckons them to sit around our family table while my father flicks on the lights and turns off the cable. My parents fill all the drinking glasses as our nieghbors sit as a group. And while no one is watching I slip holy water into their soup. But I was soon devistated for this fact you see, that never once did they touch their soup in front of me. Not a bite did they eat nor of beverage did they drink. Time was quickly running out so I needed to hurry and think. Each plan that I formed and put into action was quickly extinguished in under a fraction. Soon it came time for the vampires to leave. But all was not lost for I had one last plan up my sleeve. My parents sent me to my bed a few minutes later. Then I snuck out of my room by use of a ladder. I tiptoed through the darkened lawn dressed head to toe in black. If I was seen I do not know for I did not dare look back. Many creatures lurk about in the dark of night, such as ghouls, ghosts, and zombies that would give anyone a fright. Witches, too, are known to fly across the lighted moon, with bats beside them circling around the enchanted brooms. Carefully consealed from tree to bush, hiding as best I could, I finally arrived at my destination where the vampires house stood. I peeked into the windows, I looked under the door, but all that I could see was emptiness, no more. Where had all the coffins gone? What happened to all the bats? What happened to all the furry things? Where was everything at? Once I made my way inside with the window securly closed, I quickly shut my flash light off; I did not want to become exposed. Around the couch and under the chairs I made my way through the house. I almost screamed aloud when I saw a shoe turn into a mouse. From there on in the strangest things kept poping up out of nowhere. There were even tap dancing roaches and purple frogs wearing underwear. My mind could not think and my eyes could barely believe all the weirdness and the slime that was happening around me. There were green and orange penguins stirring a foaming cauldron while enormous rats played tag just like a group of children. Through the kitchen and down the stairs leading to the cellar, grayish-white fog quickly rose with the speed of ten propellers. The thick fog surrounded me; I could not see a thing. Then as quickly as it came it pushed away like a swing. The atmosphere was much darker for I could barely see. But in the room were the coffins; in total there were three. Beside the coffins were three objects laying on a coffin-side table. I quietly pocketed my findings and ran with all I was able. I huffed and puffed up to my room. I closed and locked my door. I drew my curtains and emptied my treasure onto the floor. The vampires' teeth lay before me, their weapons at my feet. I no longer had to be afraid that we would be our neighbors' feast. © 2009 Amber NicoleReviews
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7 Reviews Added on March 18, 2009 Last Updated on March 22, 2009 AuthorAmber NicoleKennesaw, GAAboutI am a young woman who's passion, among a few others, is writing. I've been writing short stories and poems since I could write, even when I didn't yet know how to spell the words. So those earlier wo.. more..Writing
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