Gothic

Shocking True Confessions of the World’s Last Horror Writer!

“Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No. What ticks in their head? The worm. What hears with their ear? The abyss. They sift the human storm for souls, eat the flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. Such are the autumn people.” -Ray Bradbury, “Something Wicked This Way Comes” *** In the midst of the 20th century most learned and responsible parties in America came to agree that the country was in need of an established Authority to Police the Moral Climate, to ensure that dangerous and potentially subversive ideas did not pollute impressionable minds. It started small: In 1954 they outlawed the horror comics. No more “Tales from the Crypt” or “Haunt of Fear” or even “Weird Fantasy” for the kiddies. That …

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My Lover, My Master, My Vampire Part 2

I awoke suddenly and sat up. I’d had a terrible nightmare that I’d been kidnapped. But when I moved to get out of bed and I felt an ache in my groin, my heart sank into my stomach. My nightmare had come true. All the memories of last night came flooding back to me. I looked next to me to see that “Master” was gone. But there was a note on the bedside table yet. I picked it up and read it. It was from him. “My darling Rachel, As is my nature I’ve moved to the coffin. I did you the kindness of unchaining you. To betray this trust would be a most unwise move. I have attendants all over the castle that can help you however need be. By your bed is a …

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Vampire Lust_(1)

It was cold out and I was just sitting there waiting for the bus for school. I was a freshman, only 15. I had stayed back a year. I wish I lived closer to the school so I didn’t have to go on that bus and see those assholes. I say those assholes because I don’t know their names. It’s just a gang of guys that bother me on the bus. Pulling my hair, asking me things like, “do I suck dick?” and such. I hated the bus. As I shivered there at the bus stop I thought about skipping today and going to the bowling alley like last week. I looked down the road up and down and then back at my mom’s house. “Fuck it!” I exclaimed. I walked away from the bus …

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