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Eric Cafferty was born at the end of May 1974 to Deanna and Eric. According to them, he was wanted; however, the way they acted towards him made it clear he wasn’t. While the pictures of his humble beginnings showed a happy child, his memories began when he was four years old. Sounds remarkable, but his earliest memory deals with him in Florida with his maternal grandmother and his Uncle Lewis. They were feeding ducks; however, Eric went to feed the baby ducks. The mature duc

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

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Lara McCoy lay on her bed, hungover from the night before. She knew better than to drink Absinthe. Luckily for her, it was not on a night...

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Val, the Vampire King of Compassion, was out on the hunt. He was looking for something to snack on as it had been days since he’d fed. As...

Jacob Wendell lay in his bed, slowly disintegrating from ALS, better known as Lou                Gehrig's disease. Not only was he...

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I sit alone on my bunk, counting every tick of the clock. Fourteen minutes to go. They moved me to isolation yesterday. Said it was protocol. Truth is, they didn’t want my old cellmate watching me unravel. I stare at the walls, gray and indifferent, just like the men

Chas moved like a shadow with teeth. The older thug stepped forward, waving a pistol, his voice cocky. “You picked the wrong alley, freak.” The vampire didn’t flinch. He was already calculating heartbeats—two fast, one slower and weakening. The old woman’s. “Shoot him, Juan!” the younger one barked, knife in hand, his bravado fading fast. Juan fired. The shots hit home, slamming into Chas’s chest and shoulder. He staggered but didn’t fall. Instead, he looked down at the w