Writing

Wandering the nighttime streets of Sao Paulo a concrete cosmopolitan jungle I enjoy the highly rated night life here It is warm..

A vampire/werewolf short story.

“Creed… I… I’m so sorry…” My brother was so sad, and all he could do was sigh and hang his head low, then follo..

stutter-step, stutter-step, stutter-step, shuffle... you're not sure you want to break away, but you know you have to, be caught up..

This is my attempt at our MuSe's challenge at Hair of the Dog.

The diet of the non-homicidal zombie.

Ada pulled the fur coat tightly around herself as she watched the fire consume the blocks of wood. The night was cold as death, the snowstorm outsi..

Tags undead