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Silently Watching Under A Cold Snow Moon

The fine layer of dust that blanketed the study stirred as Meryn touched down lightly in front of the fireplace. With a flick of her fingers, a fire blazed brightly, adding immediate warmth to the cold chamber. Crossing to the window, she muttered to herself as she noted that it had been left open, resulting in a small perfectly formed snowdrift on the windowsill. With another flick of her…

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From the Measly Jar of Motivation- Free of Sorrow (flash fiction)

And the prompts were- A LOUD noise! An explosion? The walls all falling in. Ceilings cascading downwards. Screams. Whimpers. Crying. Cold. Darkness …then silence. Trapped in a tiny space, she curled up and closed her eyes. She lay there for what felt like an eternity. Her stomach growled with pangs of hunger. She was thirsty and longed for a cool drink. She was scared. Alone and trapped and…

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Silently Watching At The Full Worm Moon...a trip to chapel

With a loud grating noise, the ornate panel slowly slid down. Behind it, there was a narrow flight of stone steps that disappeared down in the darkness. The air coming out from the opening was stale and musty, with no indication of movement. Was this an escape route or another trap? Reaching for a fresh torch, Anna lit it from the sconce to her right. As it flared into life, she lifted a spare…

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Silently Watching With Help From The Long Night's Moon...the realisation

Silently Watching With Help From The Long Night’s Moon…the realisation

Cradling Meryn in his arms, Jem touched down lightly in the small courtyard beside the beach hut shortly before dawn. Hearing his arrival, Trine threw open the door, swathing the area in light. “Meryn!” she gasped as she saw him standing there with the exhausted vampiress in his arms. “She collapsed,” explained Jem as he stepped unsteadily inside. “Lay her down before you fall down,” said…

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Silently Watching With Help From The Long Night's Moon

Silently Watching With Help From The Long Night’s Moon

The candle flames cast dancing shadows across the wall as gale force winds and icy rain continued to lash the beach hut. He could hear the waves of high tide crashing onto the beach close to the boundary wall. A glass of blood infused wine beside him, Jem sat reading the local newspaper that he’d picked up when he’d procured the wine from a local shop after hours. It was the headline on the front…

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Silently Watching on a Mother's Moon

Silently Watching on a Mother’s Moon

  Shaded from the May sunshine, the dark angel sat on the church roof under the shelter of a towering horse chestnut tree. It was mid-afternoon and the local schoolchildren were slowly and noisily making their way up the steep hill. The tantalising smell of their youthful blood was teasing her senses. She hadn’t fed for a week and forbidden young blood was a tempting thought. Watching the kids…

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Silently Watching at the Long Night's Moon

Silently Watching at the Long Night’s Moon

  It was one of those rare crystal-clear sunny December days and the air around him was crisp, the cold biting on his cheeks. There wasn’t a living soul to be seen for miles. Eyes fixed on the road ahead, he ran. Mile after mile, he ran hard and fast, grateful for once to be free to run at his true pace, instead of running at a pace fitting of his physical age. He was angry. He was frustrated.…

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Silently Watching At The Buck Moon

Silently Watching At The Buck Moon

Blind fury surged through his veins as he pounded out some long, angry miles along the trails behind his village home. He could feel the blood burning through his lean body. By running hard and fast, he was trying to distract himself from the cries of the Rabbia Sanguigna. His changeling soul was screaming for blood.

It had been an infuriating day from the moment he’d opened his eyes. Breakfast…

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Coffee And Caramel Shortcake (flash fiction)

Coffee And Caramel Shortcake (flash fiction)

For such a beautiful Spring afternoon, the coffee shop was surprisingly quiet and she had no problem securing her favourite small window table. With her usual order placed, she turned her attention to her kindle and resumed reading.

 Hooking his sunglasses into the neck of his black t-shirt, he glanced round the unfamiliar coffee shop looking for a table. He spotted a small table over by the…