Saturday, October 17, 2009


Mary was awakened by her own cry. She had dreamed of vampires. She jumped from bed. The sheets were stained with blood, and so was Mary. She left the bed and sat huddled in a corner. She could not stop shaking and wondering what had happened. It was snowing, and the window was open. She heard a flutter. Looked around. In between the sheets laid a dying bat. Its neck was torn. Mary's mouth felt sticky. She recognized the taste of death. Could not bear the horror. She looked out the window, and flew away.

1 comment:

  1. what about the inspiration????????? desapeer???