Showing posts with label Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fiction. Show all posts

“[The vampire's] horrible lust for living blood supplies the vigor of its waking existence. The vampire is prone to be fascinated with an engrossing vehemence, resembling the passion of love, by particular...

We were both drunk. A lot of my good stories start this way and, I guess, some of the bad ones do too. But this is a good one, maybe the best one yet. Samantha and I were drunk, laying on her bed, tryin...