Slave angela

Angela was walking out to her car after work. She hated working so late the parking lot was dark and it gave her the creeps. She hated her job and wished she could be doing[…]

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A vampire's goodbye.

Seventy years had passed since I last laid eyes on her. In those years, even though her body aged, she remained beautiful. Like a fine wine or an artist’s painting she had aged gracefully. Her[…]

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Last stop

Rain was whipped from the sky by high winds, slamming into the Earth as if trying to beat it into submission. In the dim hours of evening, Mat Parks pushed his 18 wheeler into the[…]

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