Vampire Crush
I was the luckiest guy in school. Paula Jenson, the prettiest girl in school, asked me out. Me, Brendan Jasper, the overweight nerd with a shirt pocket full of pens, out on a date. Well, it wasn't a date.
Government Conspiracy TV
"Alright, which one of you motherfuckers did it?" Carver said, barging through the doors of the conference room. Around the elongated oval table were several men and a woman. They all wore the same generic black business suits, but had different colored ties. Their heads turned away from the TV at the back concrete wall and gave Carver the attention he demanded.
An Oath of Death
The wind howled outside, twirling the wind chimes hanging by the window. A frail woman laid on the worn couch, pale as milk. Her blue eyes were transfixed on the metal chimes that were barely hanging on to life, much like her own situation. The only difference was she wasn't alone and the wind was her own doing.
Monster Under the Bed
“But Mom! There’s a monster under my bed!” Timmy begged, hearing something scurry underneath.
“Yes, I know. You may play with him in the morning dear, but now it’s bedtime.”
Timmy shook under his blue covers. How was he supposed to sleep if there was a monster under his bed? Didn't she understand the whole concept of a monster?
Afterlife Tour Guide
A man in a black sweater stood alone in a white room that seemed to go on forever in any direction. His boots crunched under him from the chunks of dirt still stuck in his soles. He only took a few steps and looked around, unsure how he got here.
"Where am I?" he said to the white void, not really expecting an answer.
Vampire Wedding Night
Maddie brushed her teeth, making sure her pearly whites sparkled in the mirror. This was the night she had been waiting for. The first night with her husband, Nick. Her black hair was as pristine as her toned body in her nightgown that had little black wings on it. She wanted to make it special. After all, you only get to turn your husband into a vampire once.
The Cat Did It
A bushy haired man named Branson was sitting up on his faded couch that proudly wore the scars of a glorified scratching post. Sitting on the other side of his smoke glass end table were two detectives donning drab grey suits. Their badges were the only colorful part of their attire, perched on their belts next to the spare magazine.
Necromancer Lawyer
“Dead men tell no tales? Wrong, Your Honor. As a necromancer, I summon the soul of my first witness, the victim.”
In an instant, the silent courtroom was abuzz with chatter from the people in the back. The mother of the victim wailed at the mere thought of her son coming back from the dead.
"Order!" the judge demanded, smashing his gavel into splinters that showered both attorneys.
Mystical VHS
Glass rained from the sky, while men in tactical gear descended upon me like black angels of death. There was nothing I could do in the dark complex filled with giant silver vats. My team had abandoned me and so too had my rivals. As I floated in a glowing vat of smooth, pure white yogurt sprinkled with orangutan piss and bad choices, I dwelled upon everything that led up to this moment. It all started with a job.
Vampire Conservationist
A pale man in a grey suit walked backwards down a dark floor made of coffin lids facing his tour group, a bunch of school children dressed in capes and fake fangs. At the children's side was a chaperone who had been giving him “the look” the entire tour. They came up to a large clear window on their right, framed with wooden stakes and polar bears were playing in the snow.
“On your right, you will see our prized attraction here at the Vampirical Zoo, our Polar Bears,” the pale man said.
Timezone Voodoo
I want to start by saying I love my girlfriend. She is the best. Heedy is thoughtful and a very giving person. But her timing is terrible. This is the tale of how I wound up living with her parents in the Magic Realm instead of Iowa.
The Gun Did It
The detective was sitting at the table, head concealed by the folder that was inches from his face. His eyes scanned through the report, looking for more information on his suspect. A dim light shined from above while his fellow officers snickered behind the glass observation window.
"Alright Mr. Glock, where were you on the night of the fifteenth?" Detective Ruso asked.
Clock Woman
"No! Don't step on that!" I yelled at her.
"Yeah right. Like I'm going to fall for that," Clock Woman said.
She took one step on the cobblestone floor and her head flew clean off her shoulders into the lava pit next to her. Her red cape covered her body that rested there on the pressure plate I made.