Nobody believes in vampires.ย  Theyโ€™re just myths. Old folktales that have been bastardized by cinema, pulp horror and cheap romance.ย  Done to death until theyโ€™re nothing but a clichรฉ.ย  Only children are afraid of them, which is a far cry from the fear they once...

Jack Mckay huddled in the cold midnight street with a pale green sleeping bag encasing his lower half. Spindled trails of light reflected off the gleaming roads from damp lampposts. But the cold wasnโ€™t what gave Jack his nightly jittersโ€”not by a long shot. The...

โ€œItโ€™s creepy,โ€ Dan balked. โ€œItโ€™s cute,โ€ Julia countered. โ€œBesides, itโ€™s fun. I mean, geez Scrooge, whereโ€™s your Christmas spirit?โ€ Dan picked up the doll and turned it over in his hands. It was the prototypical Christmas elf as imagined by Hollywood in a red onesie, Santa...

I missed the scorching wind of Andalusia. How it pours sunlight onto your face, toying with eyelashes, flattening dry sand against cheeks and milling around hair. I missed the smell of the valley and that ripening softness of Muscat fluff glistening in the afternoon breeze. From...

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