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Write about a vampire or werewolf who moves into a quiet suburban neighborhood.

Posted in Vampire on Nov 1, 2022

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The Whole Story

Submitted to Contest #65

“If this goes south, I need you to promise me something.”“Anything.”“Don’t leave until you know the whole story.”Her last words ring in my ears and swirl around my head. They always land on the same two words. Don’t leave. The bed feels stiff under my body and the blanket presses down on me like a twenty ton weight. The room has a faint glow from the dawn’s light slipping through the window. A numbing wave of acceptance rolls through my body.I roll out of bed and peer out the window. It’s barely six o’clock, but there are two boys playing ba...

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Entries from a Werewolf Lover's Diary

Submitted to Contest #65

June 19, 2240Three days after.Our town is hollow, lost without the soft music of the werewolves' howls, some of which were yours. We're not allowed to say it anymore, but we loved those howls. Every night, we were frozen with anticipation, waiting for the sweet melody to sing us to sleep. Every morning, we mourned its loss. Now that the howls are no longer, the town is like it was the minutes before the howling started. Numb, unsure, and worried. We are always worried.We'd known that the zombies would come. We'd known we couldn't always live...

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Sparkly Vampires are Douche Bags

Submitted to Contest #65

This is a strictly satirical piece (and my first time writing one). I harbor absolutely no ill will toward Stephanie Meyer. Well, besides that one time she wrote a bestselling saga that spawned five movies resulting in hours of my life that I now can’t get back.///“What’s your name?”“I-it’s Ella,” I stutter, though despite my hiccup in breath, my voice is melodious and dazzling. And seductive, too. But also, virtuous.My fellow peers at the cafeteria table look up at the exact same instant. They blink simultaneously. They all lean forward to ...

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my ugly little husband

Submitted to Contest #65

I’m lying in bed, just me, next to my ugly little husband. Aw, I’m being mean, aren’t I? He’s not that bad, just hairy around the neck and soft in the belly, and his face isn’t too symmetrical. But I’ve seen worse. And I’m used to it all, the way his nose folds into his lip, his hair sticks out by the ears. It’s comfortable, comforting, like the horrible wallpaper at Grandma’s house. It’s just that tattoo that bothers me.  He sleeps shirtless, so when I’m awake at night, I always see it, a penguin on the left side of his ribcage. He w...

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One of The Guys

Submitted to Contest #65

It’s the crack of dawn in the suburbs when Marcus comes to the door, knocking with the edge of his gun on the door. The sky’s red, and gold, with a tiny hint of blue, just like his huffing, clearly cold face. He shuffles his feet on the welcome mat, jumping from one foot to another as he peers through the window.  “Hello!” Marcus screams, as loud as an asthmatic smoker could. “Anyone home? I’m the new neighbor!” His voice is gruff and low. Silence. Curtains ruffle in the window, with a nose and a glaring pair of eyes disappearing fr...

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Mrs. Vampire

Submitted to Contest #65

Vampire movies make me laugh. In the movies, we can’t see our reflections in the mirror, which is absurd. You can’t kill us by stabbing us through the heart with a wooden stake. You can only kill a half-breed vampire with a wooden stake. My favorite myth is we burn up in the daylight. Why do they put these myths in movies?Oh, I’m sorry for not introducing myself. My name is Nina Vegas and I’m a vampire. I just moved into a lovely neighborhood with my husband and son. We purchased a nice four-bedroom home that has a glorious backyard pool. It...

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Vampire Lawn Care

Shortlisted for Contest #65 ⭐️

He couldn’t recall exactly when having a nice lawn had started to matter to him.He and Mary used to joke about it when they’d moved out from the city, how the neighbors would talk about grass treatments and how tall to mow the blades, how they all had the same houses with the portico and the dormer windows and the multi-crested roofs and the two-car garage with the same foreign SUV out front, how they dressed in identical fleece pullovers with logos displayed across the chest and named their children after presidents – Madison, Lincoln, Kenn...

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The Street King

Submitted to Contest #65

The sluggish countdown of the clock to home time ticked slower and slower the more I stared, as my eyes began to sting, I swear the second hand moved backwards. Class had dragged more than usual today, perhaps because I finally had something to look forward to after school. My birthday had been a success and we had the SNES. No more long bike rides to the arcade on the weekend now, no… it was video games every night from now on.  “Ryu… you get the game? We on for tonight?” Li asks, leaning over from her desk beside me, her eyes facin...

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Delicate

Submitted to Contest #65

My boyfriend knows the day I’ll die. He sees the future, not in a glass ball, but at the bottom of his nightly whiskey. He’ll never tell me and try as I might, all I see in the glass bottle are dawn dusted droplets. He comes over a lot more now. It’s the result of him moving into a house a few doors down. We’ve been together for barely more than two months now—but since then, the nightmares have kicked in. I wake up every day with swollen, red dots on my wrists. Rhys says they’re probably from thrashing around subconsciously in the midd...

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Sapphires

Submitted to Contest #65

Just so we are clear, I hate being the new kid. But my parents don’t really enjoy living in one area for too long. This time was a little different. We have returned to the family manor, located in a small, rather quiet town called Rosewood Valley. It's a place I have never seen before. FYI, my family, and I are also vampires.You may ask how could creatures like us possibly be real? I think it’s safe to tell you. Stories such as the one you’re about to hear, have never been proven as fact, only fiction. Besides, any proof you might try to di...

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I Need Sheep

Submitted to Contest #65

Tap.Refresh.Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I’ve been waiting for a reply since April and it’s damn near Halloween. I draw both hands down my face, contemplating social murder—of myself. Right, that’s suicide. Maybe that’s the reason they haven’t accepted my piece. I’ve tarred myself, waiting for them to add the feathers. And why would they want to be complicit in my murd—suicide.I need sheep.Sleep.Easing around towards the window, I stare into Harry’s (my once rancid rat of a neighbor’s) yard unabashed. Harry’s long since departed, rest his gr...

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How to Disappear in 3 Easy Steps

Submitted to Contest #65

[Transcript Start]Hello audio listeners, and thank you for tuning into this week's ‘How to Be Your Best Vampire’ Podcast episode #334 titled, ‘How to Disappear in 3 Easy Steps’. As always, I'm your host, Drakka Bababooginski.Before we begin, I bring to you a word from our sponsors:***************************“So, you’re a bloodthirsty vampire with the insatiable thirst for the nectar of the body, huh? Prone to hasty, irrational thinking when presented with the smell of blood? Need a way to ween off of the red juice? Then look no further ...

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The Werewolf of Llandeilo

Submitted to Contest #65

Tonight is the night, the pristine cold blue light of the full moon is piercing through the vast undulating pale mist of the Towy vale. Standing at my window, I carefully remove the needle from the record player and lift up the gauzy satin curtain. My pure gold long nail guards embellished with exotic jewels glint a mesmerising kaleidoscopic sharp cruel sparks.  Mortal souls are going to rest as the neighbours' lights turning off one by one, leaving only a few porch lights together with a few streets lights on. The frosty green grass ...

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A New Beginning

Submitted to Contest #65

Trigger warning: rape   The silence beneath the glaring yet pleasant Sun reminded him of a time long, long ago. It was a time riddled with nothing but the scent of blood; sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter. It was in that time he made his first kill. The man was a soldier, simply performing his duty. He must have had mouths to feed. So was it right? “Yes.” Caesar unconsciously whispered to himself. Those who inflict pain without cause lose the right to live. This tender quietness spread over the entire neighborhood, his new home, as if i...

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The Move to Rouge Nest

Submitted to Contest #65

The Mondragons moved into Rouge Nest a little past midnight.Vladimir Mondragon drove the U-Haul. He wore a long coat and round glasses perched atop his sharp nose. His wife Ambrosia sat in the passenger seat and their daughter Drusilla chattered away between them.“This is it!” said Vladimir when he turned into the neighborhood. Dark houses lined the streets and a few figures ran on the sidewalk. One of them waved at the Mondragons as they drove past.Under the light of the full moon, the neighborhood came alive.Vladimir drove around a bi...

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