Note: This short story, Yet Another Vampire Adventure, is in a very draft form. I think I have only checked it once. It was supposed to be part of a short series of Vampire stories, but we will see how it goes. Let me know your feedback and comments are most welcome. Thanks, and I appreciate every one that reads it.
Warning this is story contains violence and disturbing content that might not be suitable for all ages.
Yet Another Vampire Adventure
Fear and passion intertwined at the moment his lips were about to meet her soft and carnal lips; he stopped for a moment with his eyes wide open and his heart beating so fast that his blood run wild throughout his body and his arms quickly embraced the girl and he got missed into the point of no return. After that his world became an interstellar war with the heat that her body transpired and the fast beating heart of hers was music to his ears.
He well knew that it was the first and last time he would experience that moment with her. Even thought he had just met her not even two hours ago, but yet he adventured to share this intimate moment with her, even if it could mean his death. He savored her aroma and slowly began to consume her energy making her zombie like, until she was under his control. He smiles and puts his teeth around her neck and the blood begins to flow freely and so do her memories. Images of her and her father playing on beach come alive and some more images of her graduating from college and then the images slowly fade away. He lets go of her and she falls into the bed. Continue Reading »
Hot Morning Showers
Short Story by Joaquine G.
Note: This is my second draft for my first chapter of a working title mini-series of short stories I am working on. Feedback is appreciated.
WARNING: Contains some suggestive themes that might not be for every age. Recommended for readers 13 or older.
Hot Morning Showers
It is 6:13 AM and the alarm clock goes off with the usual sound of bells like those used during the Church service and the priest raises his cup up when he is preparing for the ritual of communion. He turns it off. He looks around his room for his slippers and he feels them with his feet as with a natural instinct they fit in place and he walks off his bedroom and then goes across a small hall until he reaches the bathroom door. Everything is quiet as to be expected, but his mom and sister’s snores can be heard at the distance, he most of the time does not pay attention to them. He turns on the bathroom lights on and looks at himself on the mirror and in his reflection he sees his pajama that is white and with black squares covering all over it and also sees his mini-beard growing a few more hairs and his always unwelcome visitor another pimple just to add to his collection. Continue Reading »
A Wax Letter
Sitting in front of the paper under the candle light, the wax is almost already fully melted and I cannot come with any words to write down with my plume. My window lets the bright light of the moon come in and the wind outside blows the leaves of the trees like in a magical spiral stairwell to the moon. The blank paper still without words and probably will stay like that for a while. I hope you understand what I am going through. I still remember your soft fingers all over my body and your sweet voice whispering into my ear my name.
Countless times I have tried to write you this letter and I never know where to begin, I can’t find the words to say to your clear and bright eyes that still linger in my soul. Life is full of passions and I do not need to give you explanations, you know me well enough.
Your kisses still fresh on my body and my soul does not understand why you are not here anymore; it aches for you.
There is nothing in the world that can cure this illness of love. You are everything I want and I know you are everything I want. The universe dictates that we must be together, but your family does not. I could care less but I care because you care.
I will send this wordless letter to you with my soul poured into it. You will know what it means. Goodbye my love and so long my precious.
Sincerely,
Your Anonymous Lover
Note: First draft of experimenting with the voice of a letter within a short-short story without any context. Feedback appreciated.
The Wonderful Woman
Every morning she takes her kids down to the train station, running to reach the train as it is leaving and getting her kids on the back of the train to send them off. At midday she returns to the station to pick up her kids that most of the time are pissed about something and tired that they make their mom carry the bags and whatever is in their hands.
Her house-work tires her and she is unemployed. She is an incredible woman. As anyone that is unemployed she has looked for a job tireless but there are not a lot of jobs that she is qualified for. With only a middle school degree and 10th grade education there is nothing much she can do.
I have always admitted her from the distance, but today she is coming towards me with her average body figure and bad haircut. She smiles and points her soul towards me, I feel dreaming then she puts a knife against my chest. I do as she commands. I raise my hands and she picks my pockets; takes out my cellphone and wallet. She smiles and runs away. That was the last time I saw that incredible woman.
Under the Bed
Note: First draft and will continue to improve it let me know your feedback. Thanks.
Luke’s mother has always avoided talking about the brown traveling case that is under the bed. Whenever she cleans up under the bed, Luke always asks her what is inside the case but she just changes the subject and moves on. She always keeps the little golden key that opens the case around her neck and never takes it off unless when she showers. Luke has made many attempts to get the key but he never gets it.
Today, his aunt, Mary, and cousin, Laura, are visiting them. Laura is thirteen just like Luke is. She is a little taller than and she has always made fun of how short he is. “Hey you still the short one” Laura says putting her hand on top of Luke’s head and showing him that he just reaches where her nose is. Continue Reading »