Posts Tagged ‘paranormal’

In firm command, Countess DeLuise, bedecked in jewels, loudly tapped against her champagne glass with her spoon. The table grew silent. The countess let the silence grow for great effect, then in a rather bracing voice declared, “It’s schrecklichkeit!”

Greta searched her memory and remembered that the German word meant frightful. Her blue eyes lit with interest, and she wondered just what it was that was being described.

Countess DeLuise continued, her substantial voice growing stronger with each word. “Ja, I must speak now! I can hold the forbidden secret no longer. The news is grave, very grave. One of you…is a vampire.


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1.  Dress up as a tree for Halloween or a fire hydrant

2.  Give him your cheek to kiss, he might take out your neck

3.  Necking is definitely out

4.  Throw a stick  (makes them mad-insults their dignity)

5.  Invite them in on your white carpet on a rainy day

6.  If they try to hump your leg-well, let them

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The snow was falling gently on the cold, icy ground.  Silence permeated the air, until the sound came bursting forth throughout the night, striking fear into the hearts of any unfortunate traveler in the area, be it man or beast.  The moon, full and glowing, illuminated the snow-covered earth, and in particular the blood-covered snow and the tracks of that which went from wolf to human, blood indented in their depths.

Thirty minutes earlier:

THe first kill happened on on a cold snowy night.  The temperature dropped 30 degrees in a single hour.  A fact which caused the pale women’s genetic structure to alter, a metamorphosis into a  nightmare.  She felt as if each cell in her body was charged with electricity.  Her blood boiled and her skin ached as it was stretched and reshaped.  Within minutes, gleaming white fangs jutted forth.  She fell to the ground, the pain and hunger riding her hard.  And then she ran.  Ran from herself, her destiny and to the call of the wild, pursued by her own demons and the thirst for blood.  She was the last of her kind, as white as she was sinister,  huge, massive and totally white.  Her fur wa thick, a necessity born of nature, to keep the biting winter winds from tearing at her flesh, and her cruel red mouth hid two rows of razor-sharp teeth, for the tearing of flesh.  She was death, in the biting winds of the far north.  She threw back and her head and howled.

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I’m an odd duck well not really a duck, but odd yes.  I’m an idiot in math, a Neanderthal in technology, computers hate me (that’s another story), but now for the good stuff.  I’m an artist, sculptor and an award winning author.  Sometimes my readers ask how I come up with my stories since I mainly write paranormal romance for adult and young adult (I also do a little romantic suspense with a twist-there’s always a twist and some humor as well).  Now about my supernatural stories.  It wasn’t just one step that put me on the road of the paranormal journey.  Remember Robert Frost, “The Road Not Taken”- hey, I took the unknown road….werewolves, vampires, gargoyles, trolls…the whole lot.  One of my first memories of the supernatural was when I was in high school.  I was the girl who was known as “the girl who saw the spaghetti-headed monster.”  One night we went to find the monster.  He was supposed to live in the cemetery.  Three boys and three girls.  My girlfriends believed me about the monster, the boys just wanted to make-out.  Typical right.  Anyway, my boyfriend was trying to kiss me when I heard it!  Then saw it!  Red eyes glowing in the utter stillness of the ebony night.  I screamed, which put Hyde off kissing me.  Pointing, I told him, it’s the monster!  The others ran over to us, and I explained that the spaghetti-headed monster had been replaced by a werewolf.  Of course, my girlfriends screamed.  The boys made brave noises about hunting the creature.   I really was curious.  LIke a cat.  Maybe I even had seven or eight lives.   We bravely headed in the direction of the Wolfman of Fort Phantom Lake’s last known location.  As we scrounged the schinery (that’s like really scratchy bushes and mesquite trees) the boys got more and more nervous.  Something LARGE had broken through the bramble bushes.  The buys were starting to believe in the unknown.   I could tell by the way their eyes darted nervously around, and their breathing grew tight.  They should believe.  We had not only one monster at the lake, but two!  Our town would never be the same.  A few minutes later we arrived at a farmer’s field.  It would have been so Stephen King, fields of corn and all, but it was peanuts.  The soil in our area was too sandy for corn.  However, it grew great peanuts and monsters, I guess.  Anyway, we carefully moved in as to not alert the werewolf.  Suddenly, my girlfriend groaned and pointed.  I moaned in terror.  There was a large object, half-hidden in shadows on a cross-like thing.  My girlfriends started to cry and I tried to make sense of it.  Werewolves didn’t sacrifice their victims, they ate them.  Feeling secure, I tilted my small flashlight at the object.  My boyfriend chuckled.  It was a scarecrow.  And not a pretty one.  Or typical.  It had a hairy face and big shoulders.  The eyes were closed and so was the mouth, but I just knew there were fangs there. Shakily, I approached and moved the flashlight to the hands.   Dirty, big – really big, hairy and the fingernails were claws!   My boyfriend said it was fake and I started to argue with him.  Really, what kind of nut had a werewolf for a scarecrow?  I knew better.  This was another werewolf the farmer had killed and hung to scare away other werewolves.  Suddenly, howling filled the air and we ran.  Later, everyone decided my spaghetti-headed monster was a scarecrow with a really bizarro hairdo and a gray beard.  The howling had been ole man Schmidt’s bloodhounds.  Sure…I had to quit dating my boyfriend because he couldn’t see the werewolves for the scarecrows.  Or the paranormal possibilities of the world.  Life’s tough in high school.  It’s tougher if you know the truth about the monsters under the bed.  They aren’t just under your bed!

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