I'm a bit late again for a blog post, but it's been a wonderfully busy summer with great vacations and time spent with family. While I have lagged on blog posts, I haven't lagged on writing and editing. That's progressing quite nicely. Here's to more writing and more microfiction!
June 6, 2019
Prompt: Craven
For vicious hunters that stalked humans throughout the night, I found it interesting they hid behind locked steel doors, plated in silver, each full moon, clutching rifles and silver bullets. The fiercest predators became the most craven.
June 11, 2019
Prompt: Empathy
"Some say empathy makes you a weak hunter. That you need to shut off that side of you to survive. Horseshit. Empathy will keep you alive--the mass slaughter of humans for pleasurable feeding will only get you staked. Empathy is why we haven't died out."
June 11, 2019
Prompt: Empathy
"I've met men and women less human than a heartless vampire. When you lose your ability to empathize, you lose your humanity, too. Even if you weren't human to start with."
June 12, 2019
Prompt: Ruse
"Immortality is a ruse, kid. After you've lived forever and experienced the world, the day-to-day tasks drain you. Surviving the hunger becomes a chore. Eventually, you stake yourself just to end it. There are very few who make it over 500 years."
June 14, 2019
Prompt: Vintage
"If you're looking for vintage wine, don't ask at your local vampire pub. They'll mix it with blood and ruin the reason you wanted vintage in the first place."
June 14, 2019
Prompt: Vintage
The witch looked like the vintage book clasped in her hand: worn, faded, and filled with more knowledge than can be acquired in a human lifetime.
June 15, 2019
Prompt: Totem
A tall totem stuck out among the lawns of neat, cookie-cutter homes. I stared at the intricate woodwork, confused.
"Whatever you do, don't glare at the totem. The witch here doesn't like it being offended."
That's the story of how I was turned into a cat.
June 17, 2019
Prompt: Sweep
Fog often sweeps up the coast and blankets the city in an eerie sorrow. Humans always blame the weather, but the witches are simply hiding the fact that werewolves are out because sometimes the full moon is in the sky during the day, too.
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