Blood Feast by LaVern Spencer McCarthy It was only mid-morning, but Lucretia had already collected thirty pints of blood. She had them stored in three coolers, filled with crushed ice, in her car. So far, she had only had trouble with one old geezer when she demanded entrance to his home in order to fulfill... Continue Reading →
Let me tell you some stories about my family. They’re so ridiculous you may think they’re fiction. Like the time I went to a drive-in X-rated movie without realizing my parents were in the next car!
This wonderful myth of Creation was written by my beautiful niece Katelyn. I simply had to share it 🙂
. His whispers spoke to her in delicate drops, like water filling the recesses of her mind. Echoes of things half remembered, half heard. She listened in the deepest musings of slumber, his voice an ethereal song only her essence recalled. He reached for her in the soft flickers of candlelight, like shadows scintillating and... Continue Reading →