More of a Good Thing – Short Story Update

An easy reference for more great short stories. Have fun and happy reading. Feel free to share with your friends.

Juliette Kings's avatarVampire Maman

Hey, I’ve just updated the Short Story page on Vampiremaman.com

Click on the links on the sidebars or CLICK here to go to the page.

A good portion of the posts on Vampiremaman.com read like short stories, but the list here is of stand alone stories that don’t necessarily follow the tales of my life with my husband, kids and assorted Vampire Mom adventures. A lot of the stories have nothing to do with parenting, or Vampires.

You’ll find over eighty Gothic romance, horror, humor, urban fantasy, literary fiction, and other of unexpected tangled tales. Most stories are written by me, but I am also honored to have a few talented guest authors.

This isn’t the complete list but it will keep you busy for a while. Keep checking back for more, and don’t forget that every Sunday is Tangled Tales Short Story Sunday.

And as always, expect the unexpected.

~ Juliette aka…

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Billow of Darkness

Beautiful words.

DiAnne Ebejer's avatarDiAnne’s Scribbles & More

repeat-repeat-useA billow of darkness 
hangs silent over the land
Haunted by the memory of 
our long lost paradise.
Too tired dreams flow down 
swift rolling waters,
forever in chase of a world
that’s departed.
We’ve used our forces 
and shown our might, 
Acting on empty screens
with eyes stoic and vacant, 
We now have to admit,
we have had enough
The march of tears from
hollow eyes has begun.
Our towering psyches
have scourged us to the depths,
We have bled  in private and public 
from both sides of our soul,
The mad-mad motion of this world
Has left us searching for lost hope
On an unknown and distant shore.

© DiAnne Ebejer

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Were you molested by Dr. Atkinson?

I’m sharing my friend’s story about an orthodontist who would grope and otherwise molest his patients. I will call my friend Matilda.

In the late 1970’s when she was a teenager she went to an orthodontist in Carmichael, CA named Dr. Atkinson. He had a busy practice on Fair Oaks Blvd., near Marshall.

Matilda remembered that he was a nice looking man who liked to talk a lot. His receptionists and assistants were friendly, except for one young woman. The unfriendly one wore heavy eye make-up, and had nasty looking long finger nails (assumed fake.) The waits in the waiting room were long – often over an hour.

Dr. Atkinson liked to talk about his airplane, and other expensive things he had. He also had five or six children, and a wife.

He also would molest and grope his female patients while he cheerfully talked.

Matilda said when she grew up, as a teen in the 1970’s that nobody would have believed her. Her parents were from a generation where a respected doctor would NEVER do anything like that. The words of teenage girls were not valued.

Parents were too busy worrying about teenage boys. It wasn’t the boys they needed to worry about. They should have worried about predatory adult MEN who preyed on children, teens, and young adults.

At the high school there were rumors about a couple of male teachers who took nude photos of female teachers. There were also rumors of at least one of the teachers having sex with star struck young female students. Nobody reported these men. Nobody would have listened to students.

But back to Dr. Atkinson….

Matilda compared notes with other girls at her high school who went to him. They all experienced the same thing.

This man would feel up, grope, and molest girls while they sat to have their braces tightened. He took advantage of them. He knew they wouldn’t talk. Their experiences would forever be unseen.

He took something from these girls. He took away their self-worth. He took away their sense of safety. He took away any sense of trust they might have had with adult men. He made them feel like they didn’t matter.

After forty years it still makes Matilda angry and uncomfortable.

If YOU were molested by Dr. Atkinson please share your story. I want this guy to be called out publicly for what he did. He is a pervert and what he did was WRONG. 

He would be in his 80’s now (or late 70’s.) He might still be alive.

A dentist who had an office a few doors down said Atkinson had vanished without a trace. Nobody knew where he went.

I don’t care if he wife or kids read this. I want them to know that he was a bad man. I don’t care if he was a good father – he was a horrible person who took advantage of young girls who were afraid to speak up. These were young girls who did not know they could speak up. They had no voice. 

For anyone else out there who is reading this: Tell your children, teens, and young adults in your life that NOBODY can grope, molest, touch, grab, poke, kiss, or do ANYTHING to your body without your consent. Tell the young people in your life to immediately REPORT anyone who does this to them. Let them know that YOU will believe them.

Matilda kept silent because she didn’t think anyone would listen. When she told the story to her family years later they acted as if she had said nothing. It was uncomfortable. Don’t be uncomfortable – be brave and take the side of your child, your young friend, your niece or nephew, your brother or sister. Take the side of the young person who has been hurt.

Don’t be silent. Come out of your comfort zone. Be there for young people who are prey to these monsters like the orthodontist Dr. Atkinson.

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/unseen/

 

 

Juliette Kings's avatarVampire Maman

Welcome to Short Story Sunday. I’m so happy to feature this story from 17-year-old author Adelia Hoff. Thank you so much Adelia. This is a real treat.

Charade

by Adelia Hoff

The black haired male saw her light. The white haired female saw his silhouette. His red eyes darted over her small campsite. Her blue eyes issued an unspoken challenge.
“May I join you?”
“Please do. It’s been a while since anyone has.”
He moved over, sitting opposite of her.
“Your face seems familiar. Have we met?”
“I . . . don’t think so.”
They both knew this was a lie. They knew who the other was, yet they kept up this mask of familiar newness. The silence was comfortable. The male caught her eye with a soft smile.
“If it’s not too rude, why are you here?”
She returned the smile.
“I’m looking for someone.”
“Heh, so am I. What’re…

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The Pretender – City of Zombies

Time to get out your flame throwers. City of Zombies is back!

kingsboro2008's avatarMatthew R. Stitt // The Writer’s Archive

Eric stared up from the floor.  His head pounded.  Silver racks of milk, solidified within the plastic containers, sat waiting for customers that would never come.  A breath of putrid air rushed past him and escaped into the darkness.  Eric turned his head and the muscles in his body seized.

“What the hell!”

It laid against the glass.  A gore-covered, mutilation of human life.  It’s bare sockets, for eyes, staring through him.  It’s hands, skin barely hanging on the remaining digits, pushing against the grimy glass.

Eric slid away from the abomination and toward the darkness.  His lungs held his breath hostage as he stared at the gore staring back at him.

“Gary!!” Eric laughed.  “You scared the crap out of me.  I literally have it running down my leg.  “That was a good try.” He continued as he stepped back and into the darkness.

“Now where did I put…

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The Arranged Marriage

I’m honored to feature work from 17 year old Adelia Hoff. I’ll be featuring more of her work in the near future.

Juliette Kings's avatarVampire Maman

The Arranged Marriage

By Adelia Hoff

The young woman is dolled up –
an offering from one family to another.
She has never seen her husband-to-be,
but she loves the farmer’s son –
The boy who comes from far away
Whose hair is like gold and eyes are like jade.
Her mother says that this marriage will be honorable –
so the girl, bound by tradition, and her own sense
of right and wrong,
does not object.
But she hopes, secretly,
that the farmer’s boy,
with his strange language and talks of love,
will take her away.
This is not to be, though
Because this is not a fairy tale
And there is no happy ending.

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I’m honored to feature work from 17 year old Adelia Hoff. I’ll be featuring more of her work in the near future.

Thank you Adelia.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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Short Story Sunday: Tell Tail Heart (or A Literary Tale)

Juliette Kings's avatarVampire Maman

A Literary Tale

He woke with a start.

THUMP THUMP THUMP

THUMP THUMP THUMP

Immediately he thought of The Tell Tale Heart, that story of horror written by Poe.

Bolting up in bed and now awake he realized it was just the thumping tails of his brother’s wolfhounds. Why had he agreed to take care of the beasts for the week?

These huge beasts were no Baskerville Hounds. They were sweet and goofy. Sure they could kill, he supposed they could kill, but they were just happy dogs. Large dogs with large hearts. Large dogs who needed to go out and leave large piles in his yard. And they needed to do that RIGHT NOW.

All week long he’d been obsessed with trying to find the story that matched his life. No Jane Austin. No Thomas Wolf. Maybe a touch of Charlotte Bronte or Donna Tartt. A little Dave Stone or

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Short Story Sunday: I’ll Take Care of You

Juliette Kings's avatarVampire Maman

The headache was real. He opened his eyes and squinted at the sun coming through the window and tried to remember what had happened the night before.

“Oh you’re up. Look at the sunlight. Tell me how you feel.”

“Like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

“Do you feel alive?”

He looked at her sitting in a navy blue wingback chair wearing nothing but a smile and black silk stockings held up by red garters. He thought of her as a girl, not from her age but by the way she acted. She had been cute for a while but the cuteness became annoying and practiced.

He got out of bed and looked for his robe. She watched him with a smile on her face that was part wonder and part greed. Memories started to come back. Against his better judgement he’d taken her home and to his bed. Then…

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Knock knock knocking upon my door.

Juliette Kings's avatarVampire Maman

At least once a week, if not more, I stop by the home of Tellias and Eleora. They’re two ancient ancient Vampires – over 2,000 years old. Sometime they need help. They forget things. They lose their keys on a regular basis and do all sorts of foolish things (in my opinion.) A few days ago I’d stopped by to drop off a few things I’d picked up for them at Costco. Yes, even Vampires need stuff from Costco from time to time.

They both came out onto the front porch of their Queen Anne style home, on their farm by the river. Tellias wore his white blonde hair around his shoulders. He had on a yellow tee-shirt with the logo of Purrrfect Cat Grooming on the back. He wore green and red plaid pants made from some sort of fiber that didn’t exist in nature and yellow flip flops…

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Short Story: Cocaine Cancer

Powerful story.

littlepoempeach's avatarBookOfUnnecessary

Luca could barely see, his eyes clouded with the fading vision of her in his arms. Paige lay almost lifeless, her blonde dishevelled locks falling over her face, covering her features. Luca was clumsily swiping his palm over her head repeatedly, managing to get a few strands away but he couldn’t really see what he was doing. She lay horizontally across him, wrapped in his dads duffle coat. They shook in the back of the moving car and he held her tight.
“Please don’t leave me.” He sobbed as his tears disappeared on her tanned skin and dampened her hair. She didn’t move. She didn’t speak.

      “What do you think you were doing?” Luca shouted, tugging Paige’s elbow with him.
      “Oh, I’m sorry ‘Dad, I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to have fun.”
      “You call that fun?” He stopped…

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The Travelers: A Tale of Mystery, Love and Hope

Juliette Kings's avatarVampire Maman

A Christmas Tradition at Vampire Maman

The Travelers

A Christmas Tale of Mystery, Love and Hope
from Juliette Kings

The night was falling on the travelers, Daniel and his son Tad and daughter Ada. They had to stop before the dark of night and freezing snowfalls. The father and his children were finally going home, from the broken dreams of gold to the city where Daniel had found a job in his profession of typesetter and reporter. When his wife had passed on he followed his dream to the California gold fields taking his teenage children with him. For good or bad they’d made the new state their home.

As the snow began to fall they came upon a cabin, the door boarded up from the outside, the windows shuttered. It looked deserted and like shelter for the night. Dan and his son pried the nails off of the boards…

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Ask Juliette: “I don’t want to do it” Edition, plus Vampires and Religion

Sound advice and some interesting facts.

Juliette Kings's avatarVampire Maman

Ask Juliette (Ask a Vampire – Advice for Everyone) is a regular feature on vampiremaman.com.

If you have a question for Juliette, or something to discuss send me a message at juliettevampiremom @ gmail .com, or post your question in the comment section below.

This week is sort of like the “I don’t want to do it” edition. I also answer a question about Vampires and religion.

Ask Juliette

Dear Juliette,

Hypothetically, you give me a book to read because you think it’ll be helpful to what I’m going through and also helpful for you. We both know I don’t want to read it but you insist that I do. You tell me I don’t have to but continue to vouch for the book. In the end, I say yes to appease you and a part of myself that wants to read.

I read the first chapter and take a break from it…

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Photograph

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The photograph was old, the image faded but you could tell the little girl is standing in front of a Christmas tree. Nanna said it was the first year she helped her father pick it out. It was 1924 and she had recently turned ten. She always said as long as she lived, that Christmas would be he favorite.

The snow was falling when they arrived at the tree farm. She was amazed at how many there were, and wished she could decorate all of them.

She heard her father call out to her as she ran ahead. Surrounded be trees when she stopped beside this one pine, so full and beautiful she just had to have it.

After they got it home and she posed for the picture,  they put it in front of the living room window and decorated it. Her dad told her she had pick out…

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