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No one said I was wrongfully accused The justice system corrupt and abused The righteous celebrate my dark demise I became the one that...

It had been a hectic year for Michael, whose name is pronounced Michelle, and Barbara Durments. They were finally on their way to the...

This week's Character Corner is the Vampire Council's representative from India, Draco's ex-girlfriend, Sana Ramsammy. Taught by her...

He dangles a carrot before a soul craving something new.   Offers a whole buffet— from the simplicity of a golden apple, a vanilla cupcake, to a whole suckling pig.   I find the ultimate bait— a mille-feuille, a tower of fragile layers, pastry and cream barely holding together. French, indulgent, uncommon. The last piece. Exactly what I want.   I think it’s mine— but he turns his back, walks away, devours the whole thing.   He points back at a dish of carrot sticks. This is a

This week's Character Corner features the public access celebrity preacher, Reverend Jimmy Ray Torkin. Constantly over at the Jordans he...

Greetings and salutations,      Hey gang, it's Kirk coming to you from the Hospital Bed of Love, and we're now in December, and that...

Can’t look at the world with rose colored glasses Or make decisions slower than molasses Our world is filled up with such trouble and...

The sun is up. You wait for me to rise out of bed to say hello. I wait for you to leave, go to your bed. Act like nothing happened, you didn’t hurl empty insults at me. Everything’s fine. I won’t walk into the line of fire knowingly for your next attack.   You called me selfish repeatedly last night. All I do is serve this family while you and the children only worry  about your own amusement.   Baskets still full of dirty laundry, you sit in your chair, unaffected. Sink of d

This week's Character Corner is Pyotr Lavanov. Draco's youngest brother, who lived, was there when the brutal attack by the Mongolian...

Trying to find the gratitude in this month of Thankful Thursdays and Thanksgiving. At the moment, I can’t. Maybe just for the Wellbutrin that gets me through one more day. It helps me survive but not quite thrive in a daily life of   baskets of laundry— we won’t have clean bath towels unless I take on the load.   Spilled coffee on the counter no one will wipe up but me.   A family who won’t listen when I ask them to put their dishes in the sink after they’ve eaten, or take ou

On this week's Character Corner, meet the Vampire Council's French representative, Pierre DuPont. This gentleman is a straight shooter...

It all happened one fatal night When I suffered a werewolf’s bite Not too long, I began my plight Changing into a hideous sight   The...

He says I don’t speak English. But I’m sorry? Not in his vocabulary.   I read the book on love languages— none of them seem to be his.   So I’ve made my own: a lexicon of forced apology. Not kiss it better, but buy it better.   Flirting with an ex at a party, staying by her side past midnight. A Tiffany cuff for his lies.   Pink satin bows in the glovebox— he swore he wasn’t seeing anyone. Wicked tickets? Now it’s not so wicked.   A bottle of Viagra, three tablets gone. Marti

Bruce Alam and Jimmy Dietz were inseparable. No matter what scheme Bruce came up with, Jimmy was always along for the ride. Ever since...

On this week's Character Corner, meet the Southside Lycanthrope Alpha, Phineas Troy. This deceitful alpha looks out for only one person,...

You know the tabby cat who lives in our backyard, painted with splotches of orange and white. He’s both child and friend to me. I’ve held him over my shoulder, cheek to cheek, him and me. Feed him once a day—feed him less, you say. You only care about seeing the dead baby rabbits that won’t get into our garden now.   My father raised a hard-working, respectful woman, submissive to you—your servant. He succumbed to the sickness of addiction— no longer the same reflection in th

On this week's Character Corner, meet the Vampire Council's Irish representative, Patrick "Paddy" O'Malley. Married to Sophia Chambers...

If tomorrow I should die What kind of tears would be shed Would they be droplets of joy, Or of sorrow that I’m dead Life is too short for...

Heavy suitcase— with dresses, makeup I’ve worn, trying to be beautiful at last.   Larger panties from comfort eating. Sweatshirts to warm me, though I can’t be warmed.   Chocolate, because I’ve needed sweetness.   A hardcover journal, pens to record all the unkind words— so I don’t forget, and because my journal is the only one who cares.   Clutter filling my mind— surely I left something behind.   A pillow, reprieve from constant fatigue.   Antidepressants, to help me feel b

Greetings and salutations,     It's Kirk coming to you from the Hospital Bed of Love, and I am excited to hear your feedback on the short...