Tag: vampires
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Flash Fiction – Hipsters versus Vampires
The vampire had seen many changes over the centuries. Born a human girl on the vast plains of Hungary in the last days of the Roman empire, she had survived the age of magic and superstition, observed the revival of Gothic architecture, been present at the birth of the renaissance and celebrated the triumph of…
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23. The Perfect Age
I had a Christmas story, but didn’t post it in time – I will have to post it next year. So for number 23 in the “Fiction by Numbers” series, here’s another short and sweet piece from the vampire underworld… * * * * * She’d read somewhere that twenty three was the perfect age.…
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16. The Gulls
Another urban paranormal tale… * * * * * Seagulls normally flew ashore when there was a storm at sea, but that morning was fine and sunny. As Ed walked across the square in front of Circular Quay, he was amazed by the number of crisp white wings fluttering in the sky and then soaring…
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2. Two guests
There is something disturbing about an abandoned hotel. A house can fall into disrepair, windows broken, steps sagging, weeds sprouting through the floorboards. A house is easily forgotten. A hotel however is always waiting – waiting for someone to arrive. The hotel above Lake Hanopui was one such hotel. Built in the 1920s in the…
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Flash Fiction 17. The Girl in the Crypt
Some of you were curious about the girl in the crypt, who appeared in Two Sentence Stories. Here’s her tale… The sun had not yet risen and the sky over Paris was a dim dream-like blue. Eloise and her master walked through the cobblestone streets of the Ile de la Cite. There was something…
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Flash Fiction 13. The resumé flaw
“It’s clear she’s the best applicant for the job, but -” James looked at the other partners of the law firm. They knew exactly what he meant. Richard, the head of Corporate Finance, spoke quickly to fill the silence, “She’s got excellent academic results, she’s worked in London and New York, has extensive experience…
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Flash Fiction – 2. The Vampire of Ballymorren
Alberto was sitting on a hillside overlooking the west coast of Ireland, admiring his fine lace cuffs, when he spotted a young man on the path below. He was beside him in an instant, “Do you mind if I walk with you, this dark night?” “No worries mate,” the young man replied, adjusting his backpack,…