She smiles -more like frowning- and stares, eyes trembling, wet. Her heart crumbles. Broken again, she cries. This Pain isn’t skin deep. She wraps herself in a blanket- shivering, unseen cold, eyes close. …she dies. *** My attempt at a cinquain. The inflection is hard to hit, so I concentrated on catching the syllables andContinue Reading

Temara wasn’t a happy vampire. She loathed her life, or lack there of, was horribly depressed because she couldn’t seem to accumulate (and keep) wealth and there was never anything around that was tasty enough to slake her blood cravings. Then she found a rabbit’s hole and tumbled in. And what did she find? AContinue Reading