Saturday, November 1, 2014

The vampire librarian takes a blood donation from a student - from Dark Journeys anthology

The school librarian takes a blood donation from a student.


“I'm about to touch your hand with an eraser and you won't feel anything.” She jabbed his hand with the pin. Magda smiled when Jimmy's head didn't move. Then she reached for a double-edged razor blade that she had hidden in a crevice of the couch. Magda took Jimmy's right wrist in her left hand and held the razor blade above it. As she did so, her fangs lengthened, and her eyes became opaque, revealing her as a vampire. Her sharp canine teeth extended, and a lustful expression replaced her warm, pleasant smile. Magda's nostrils flared as she experienced hunger for the vital fluid.
 
Still holding Jimmy's wrist, she brought the razor down and made a narrow cut in a prominent vein. Blood began to flow and threatened to drip on the floor. Before it did, Magda pressed her mouth to his wrist and sucked in all the precious liquid. Her fangs pierced the thin cut and increased the blood flowing from it. She continued sucking ..................more.



  In Dark Journeys, short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night. Some survive, others don't. Why not join them on their journey through the gates of hell, so to speak.  



Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Dark Journeys an excerpt from the short story A Problem with Werewolves.

On a crisp April night, Monique and I held hands as we walked to Broadway from a theater on the Upper West Side. Without warning, she pushed me aside and turned toward the alleyway on our left. A dark, hairy form raced at her, emitting a growl that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.


Monique ducked, put her hands under its body, and flipped her attacker through the air into a light blue delivery truck. A second dark-haired creature emerged from the same alley, snarling and displaying three-inch-long incisors glistening with saliva. When the second beast tried to bite Monique, she grabbed the werewolf’s throat and snapped its head backward. She sank her fangs into its neck and ripped the carotid artery. I gagged at the sight of the blood spurting from the gaping wound and dripping from my lover's lips.



In Dark Journeys, short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night. The stories and poems tell of the painful, and sometimes fatal, relationships between mortals and vampires.If this sounds interesting, and I hope it does, please follow the link and buy the anthology for only $.99.

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Thursday, January 30, 2014

Fire Wizard - a poem about a powerful and magical woman.

Fire Wizard



By power of my mind, 
I change what is, 
and what is not.
Earth, air, water, and fire
all yield to me.
I take the Earth,
and shape it to my will.
I give it life,
or return it to the soil.

I harness the wind,
and make it roar.
I create a dust storm,
or a gentle breeze.
I raise the water,
sending it high.
I can make a flood,
or a gentle stream.
A maker of fire most of all.
I hold out my hand,
and create a fireball.
I can raise it high,
burning all before it,
or light a twig
with the gentlest flame.
Treat me fair,
and I will lighten your way.
Treat me ill,
and I will darken your day.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

A fight with a giant werewolf in Dark Journeys Anthology

Excerpt from a short story in Dark Journeys Anthology


  The werewolf strode to within fifteen feet of Monique when it suddenly changed direction and charged at me. The beast ran so fast I barely had time to pull the shotgun's triggers. It anticipated my action and pivoted to the side, avoiding both bullets. The werewolf turned and resumed its charge. I grabbed a slug, but I knew I didn’t have time to pull the trigger before it would be on me. I cringed as I awaited its attack. The werewolf was less than three yards from me when it fell forward and hit the ground with a loud thump.....

 
  Short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night
In Dark Journeys. Dark poems tell of the painful and sometimes fatal relationships between mortals and vampires.If this sounds interesting, and I hope it does, please follow the link and buy the anthology for only $.99.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AERRMIM

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Wizard under Fire - Excerpt - the power of the wizard's mind

Excerpt from Wizard under Fire

The lethal power of a wizard's mind

At least six Taliban lay on the ground, but three times that number fired automatic weapons at us as they edged closer. Even Jones's remarkable accuracy couldn't prevent the remaining soldiers from surging after us when we withdrew.

An idea formed when I glanced at the trucks. "Ramón, keep firing at the closest Taliban."

He nodded and put another clip into his weapon. He fired continuously, empty shell casings spinning to the dirt.
       I envisioned the gasoline in the fuel tank of the nearest truck. In my mind's eye, I saw the fuel bubbling, slowly at first, then faster and faster until it resembled a pot of boiling water. The expansion of the heated liquid in a sealed container caused an explosion, setting the vehicle on fire. I opened my eyes and watched the vision transformed to reality. Flames consuming the first truck grew higher, leaping to the truck behind it. The second truck exploded spreading fire to the house. The burning vehicles and the house became a roaring inferno sending dark smoke high into the air