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This week’s story sponsored by Corinna Beckho
“Harker,” Dracula smiles, black blood bubbling from his lips. “Good solicitor, bad conversationalist.”
“Do it again Herr John, now!” Van Helsing is shouting, his gout-riddled form hobbling closer through the cellar. “Kill the beast, save us all!” screaming now, the stake trembles in Harker’s grip.
The Count convulses, coughing tar. No not a cough, but low, insidious laughter.
“Monster,” Harker says, positioning the stake. “For Lucy, Mina.” As the mallet descends, thunder reverberates through the castle.
Rank, dying breath, Dracula speaks in a whisper. “Fool, misguided fool. You’re not saving anyone. Helsing, he’s my kin. Just levelling the playing field.”
© Glynn Barrass
Glynn Barrass is the author of over 100 pieces of fiction, and have had my works published in books and magazines worldwide. As well as writing, he is also an associate editor for the publisher Chaosium.
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Uncle Duh started whining again, after half a bottle of cheap vodka, cursing the rich and powerful, singing praises for the good old days when Chairman Mao was alive, wiping his snots off on his sleeves. We were sitting by a fishing hole in the frozen Yalu River. There was nothing in the water. The North Koreans ate them all. But when the sun went down, the Korean curfew went up. The nighttime Chinese monopoly felt good.
“You like the Mao lifestyle so much. Why don’t you go over to North Korea.” I teased him.
He answered with a loud spit: “North Korea my ass. I like the cradle to grave State welfare, but I don’t enjoy starvation.”
Suddenly, across the 400-yard wide river, blinding flood light started training a tiny black figure running fast to the Chinese side. We heard sporadic gunshots. The black figure kept running. The gunshots stopped. Continue Reading