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For as long as they could remember it had been hot. In this parched sun soaked land of ours the skies were an endless haze of light, without clouds, without relief. The children couldn’t remember a time when the sun didn’t shby dark-fantasies 400 words, 13 comments, on Oct 25 2:15 AM. In First person, Hmm, Life, Other, Science fiction
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by dark-fantasies 1700 words, 12 comments, on Aug 24 6:08 AM. In Dark, Fantasy, Vampires, Young adult
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My senses pounded like wildfire in my head. I was surrounded by dozens of them – maybe more since I had lost count when my mind had become overwhelmed by their presence. In the pale moon streaked night they waited in the shad
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The still night air hung about me like a thick blanket- smothering and dead- as I walked silently down the narrow, deserted street. The str
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The night was hot and sticky as I walked over to the large window, sliding the thick glass upwards to invite in the nonexistent breeze. Sli
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I’m drowning in my dreams1
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Darkness. Sweet darkness. Floating in an abyss of deep night and relieved from the soul snatching pain of Dimitri’s final stab, I let out a contented sigh, wondering if I was dead. Had I finally entered the place I had been d
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Empty streets1 / and abandoned houses2 / Wandering souls3 / who try to find peace4 / Dark skies
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by dark-fantasies 900 words, 3 comments, on Jun 8 12:14 AM 2008. In Fiction, Other, Random, Short story, Young adult
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An innocent vampire gets tortured by a vampire slayer, who is convinced that she is no different to the other creatures of night.
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I gazed at the damp, foggy mist outside, watching as it brushed against the cold glass windows of the horse drawn carriage, wondering what fate had in store for me. In just a few hours, I would be whisked off into another worby dark-fantasies 1700 words, 5 comments, on May 1 10:14 PM 2008. In Fantasy, Short story, Unfinished, Witchcraft
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Staring at me silently, the infamous Dimitri stood outside the stone building that was rumoured to contain various vampire torture chambers, his expression cold. A faint, curved scar ran downwards gently beneath his left eye,
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The night was cold and still as I tilted my head heavenwards, looking up at the bloated full moon. No whisper of wind or trickle of light dared to disturb the deep silence around me as I gazed at the sleeping city sprawled ou
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Whispered words of death 1 / uttered in the sinful night2 / Red crimson rivers3 / trickle down a marble pillar4
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“I thought you were slayers. Don’t you know that there is only one way to slay a vampire?” I mocked, my voice low.1 / Fresh waves of surpri
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Hope Winterian ran through the dark forest as fast as her numb legs could carry her, tears streaming down her pale face. The night was cold
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Swiftly – in one of those disconcertingly fast movements possessed by vampires – I reached for the silver athame in my coat pocket, withdra
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I feel time is running out,1 / That I’m drowning and have no air.2 / I feel sad and alone,3 / That there’s nobody there.
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1 / Winter is a time when things die,2 / When skeletons of bare trees reach up high.3 / Icy rain falling endlessly onto the earth belowby dark-fantasies 100 words, 3 comments, on Feb 16 8:45 PM 2008. In Poetry
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